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[logan-porter]

Starter for @nishroy

When: Post Plot Drop 4

Where: Winnebago Heights

Logan’s dogs, well his father’s old dogs, lunged on their chains. The two dogs, Tom and Jerry, were in decent shape. They had new kennels with shade and got brought in with the AC when he left for the day and at night. They just liked acting like junkyard dogs climbing on the skeletons or old cars and trucks and barking at every soul that got within a certain radius of the trailer.

Logan came out from under the car port. He sprayed the dogs with some mist from the hose as the dust clouds they kicked up relaxed. At the sight of Nish, former neighbor of sorts, he arched a brow. “If the animal welfare folks tried tattling on me — they’re fine. They don’t even bite like Carl’s pack down the street,” Logan said.

Tom and Jerry whined in agreement, chains jingling as they wrestled. Logan crossed his arms, eyeing Nish carefully. “What thing have you come to accuse me of today?”

[tim-pierce]

Starter for @nishroy

When: Present

Where: The Paxton Roundup (after hours)

“Nish!” Tim greeted as soon as the door chimed his arrival. With it being an hour since the office closed for the day, the Roundup was basically empty. Except for Tim, of course, and now Nish. Tim turned in his office chair. The whiteboard off to the left of his desk was covered in diagrams and frenetic scrawls. They were planning for the next issue which meant relative chaos for anyone who didn’t understand the madness.

“Ignore that,” Tim said with a wave at the board. He sat a greasy paper bag onto the coffee table — takeout from Mesa. “How’ve you been since Elias got the second report about Randall Kastings? I’ve been meaning to ask before now, but the last issue took up a lot of time between Oceanview and Grayson Hall’s passing, it’s been difficult to keep track of everything not day-job related.”