[Flack is hanging out outside with his dog. He's got a frisbee that he's tossing back and forth, and he's just taking the opportunity to stretch his legs after all the rain they'd gotten last week. Growlithe is also looking pleased as punch to be outside as oppose cooped up indoors, so forgive him if he gets a bit too overeager in chasing down ( Read more... )

[a long groan before Flack is sitting up in a room that is not his own, and looking very confused]

... the hell was that?

[Then he looks over and oh, hi Delirium]

Umm -- I think I'm in the wrong room.

( [Danny] )

Welcome to Winchester

[okay! all is clear for everyone to wake up wherever they want!]

Bruce Wayne Hosted Event
Ballroom "A"

Sunday June 21st ~ 5PM until 11PM

( BRUCE WAYNE PARTY -- ALL DETAILS UNDER HERE -- SUNDAY 5PM - 11PM )

( [Rose Tyler] )

[recorded accidentally -- Flack's still in the clinic, and he wakes up with a groan, hand coming to his head. It hurts like hell, and either wants an aspirin the size of Montana, or for someone to just shoot him and put him out of his misery. Montana. Heh. Monroe would appreciate that]

What the -- where am I?

[Then it all comes rushing back ( Read more... )

[Later tonight, being posted now because his mun won't be here, Flack heading off the fourteenth floor after saying good night to the kidlet. He's taking the stairs as oppose to the elevator, just for the exercise, if nothing else, and that turns out to be not the best of moves. Granted his mind is kind of elsewhere with the sudden arrival of ( Read more... )

[He wakes up to sunlight streaming through his window...and a sense he's not alone ( Read more... )

[dictated in a sleepy and groggy voice, like someone who'd just woken up]

Huh. Looks like the sun's finally out.

[some bustling around, the rustle of curtains being pulled back and ... ]

Whoa.