Logan Echolls

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After waking up from the nightmare in detention, Logan's heart was pounding and his stomach churning. He managed to make it to a toilet before he vomited.

He clung to the porcelin with sweaty, shaking hands as he puked up everything in his stomach and kept on going. At least it wasn't blood, he thought, as a wave of relief and retching hit him at the same moment.

[Conversation is NFB.]

Logan returned to his room, punched in his code and accepted the handful of M&M-like candies that the lock dispensed as it opened.

He closed the door, flopped down on his bed and pondered his DVD collection while munching on the candies.

After bursting into song at the clinic, Logan came back to his room and flopped down on the bed to wait for Veronica.

It had been an odd week. He'd ended up in the wrong bathroom on Tuesday morning, but he'd spent the afternoon with Veronica, which made his day so much better.

Preparations for the hunting party had gone well enough. He'd gotten a chance to try out his new crossbow at the firing range.

He'd also spent a nice evening watching a movie with Veronica. Which might not have been so nice if she'd known about the plans for Friday.

The fight could have gone better, but at least no one was killed. Veronica'd showed up when he got back to support headquarters. They'd gotten in an argument over it in Angel's room the next morning, but things weren't settled yet.

Logan spent the afternoon at the Secret Sibling party, where he'd chatted with Molly and gotten into an argument with Walter.

While waiting for Veronica, he heard noise down the hall and decided to check it out. There he talked to Angel a lot, along with Rory, Lee and a couple other people, then came back and flopped down on the bed again.

[Waiting for Veronica, if she's back online tonight. Otherwise will be slowplayed.]

Logan made it back to his room after the meeting in Angel's room (the follow-up to last night's meeting). He flipped on the light as he came in. Jake was already asleep in his bed and didn't stir. Logan was a little disappointed. He'd hoped one of the bonuses of sharing a room with Jake would be annoying him when he came home late.

Well, the new Principal Dewey seemed easily manipulated like a decent guy, so if the room change paperwork took too long, that might be a place to go for help.

He tossed his notes from the meeting onto the desk, on top of his notes from Magical Theory, then thought better of it, and locked them in a lower drawer. Just in case.

He checked his voicemail and found a message from Vice Principal Pierce and grinned. Clearly he was well suited for this sort of assistant position. The Friday party wouldn't work for the Secret Sibling thing, but he could do something on Saturday. Maybe an afternoon thing.

He got ready for bed, stuck his shower stuff near the door, then looked at one of the bags he'd brought back that morning. He'd made a run out to the house to see what he could scavenge. Most of his clothes were okay, his camera needed some repair and a couple other things had survived, but most of the furniture and electronics were totalled.

He hadn't bothered going through all of Jake and Barbossa's stuff, but he'd spotted a few things within easy reach and brought them back with him. He pulled out the duffel bag they'd been stuffed in, then rolled his eyes, and unpacked Jake's stuffed animal collection, leaving it on his desk to be found in the morning.

He set his alarm for omg, early, turned off the light and crawled into bed.

Logan woke up slowly, realizing for the second day in a row, he wasn't in his own bed.

Then he remembered his own bed had been destroyed.

He sighed and dragged the covers over his head, ( remembering the events of the last few weeks. )

He peered at the clock, groaned, and rolled over to go back to sleep.

That was when he was attacked.

A cold, wet nose poked its way under the covers and aggressively licked his face.

"No, Sean - sleep now - hey, stop that! Oh, god, you have to go out, huh?" Logan groaned, momentarily regretting his offer to look after Angel's puppy for the night. "Okay, come on." Logan hauled himself out of the bed, threw on some extra clothes and shoes and took the puppy out.

When they got back, Logan dropped the outerwear to the floor, kicked off his shoes and crawled back in the bed for more sleep. Sean curled up beside him and licked his face a few more times before going back to sleep as well.

After the fight with Darla, Logan carried the sleeping Molly up to her room on the fifth floor, still wrapped in the blanket from his golf cart. He was grateful for whoever'd left the freight elevator unlocked again. Molly was tiny, but carrying her up five flights of stairs after getting his butt kicked by a vampire (and deja-vu much?) might've strained his endurance a bit too much.

"Molly," Logan said softly. "You're home."

The only response he got was a loud snore.

"All right, have it your way," Logan said. He set her down gently in the hallway and dug through her jacket pockets until he found her keys. He unlocked the door, flicked on the lights and carried her into the room.

Logan surveyed the room and went with a wild guess that the pinker side belonged to Molly. And if he was wrong, her roommate would deal. He took off her shoes and tucked her into the bed, fully clothed. "Sleep well, girlfreak," he said with affection and left the room, turning off the lights and closing the door behind him.

[Logan goes here.]

On the fridge:
( Post-it for Jake and Barbossa )

Under the tree:
For Jake: A caffeine molecule t-shirt and syphillis.

For Barbossa: A coffee mug and a book.

Left at the appropriate dorm rooms, each with this label:
( Label )

For Callisto and Anakin (each): A bottle of tequila

For Anders: A DVD.

For Xander: A book.

( OOC note )