MEET ME IN THE CLUB, IT'S GOING DOWN
WHO: Wolverine (sixgoodreasons) and the sociopath who murdered Wolverine's girlfriend a year and a half ago (easytochop)
WHERE: A generic supermarket! I'm too lazy to make up a Cityverse name, okay, and anything I tried with Stop and Shop sounded too much like Superior Purchase.
WHEN: FORWARDDATED to Wednesday 12/8!
WARNINGS: Stabbing! Healing! A thousand Christmas hams flying everywhere!
SUMMARY: Logan and Lust are in the same general area, and they have unfinished business! Y'all know what that means. It's going down.
FORMAT: I'll start it with the shittiest... sentence that I can't even call paragraph form in good conscience, just to get it up. And then whatever happens happens!
Lust had gotten out of the habit of grocery shopping now that Gluttony was gone. Spending money on food she didn't need to consume was wasteful; when she did eat, it was at restaurants, and only to keep the facade of her normality up. Thanks to plans made at her work for some ridiculous Christmas party, however, she had found herself here regardless--she was even carrying one of those little handheld plastic baskets as she perused the aisles. This was a chore, and a little boring, but so were most of the things she did to maintain her cover. All in all, it appeared to have the makings of a rather uninteresting evening, during which there certainly wouldn't be any angry Canadians coming to attack her.
Spoiler alert: she was wrong.
WHERE: A generic supermarket! I'm too lazy to make up a Cityverse name, okay, and anything I tried with Stop and Shop sounded too much like Superior Purchase.
WHEN: FORWARDDATED to Wednesday 12/8!
WARNINGS: Stabbing! Healing! A thousand Christmas hams flying everywhere!
SUMMARY: Logan and Lust are in the same general area, and they have unfinished business! Y'all know what that means. It's going down.
FORMAT: I'll start it with the shittiest... sentence that I can't even call paragraph form in good conscience, just to get it up. And then whatever happens happens!
Lust had gotten out of the habit of grocery shopping now that Gluttony was gone. Spending money on food she didn't need to consume was wasteful; when she did eat, it was at restaurants, and only to keep the facade of her normality up. Thanks to plans made at her work for some ridiculous Christmas party, however, she had found herself here regardless--she was even carrying one of those little handheld plastic baskets as she perused the aisles. This was a chore, and a little boring, but so were most of the things she did to maintain her cover. All in all, it appeared to have the makings of a rather uninteresting evening, during which there certainly wouldn't be any angry Canadians coming to attack her.
Spoiler alert: she was wrong.