— 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧.

❝𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞

[— 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧. @AstuteFury]

❝𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭.❞

Logɑn Elizɑbeth Chɑmbers.

— Ouat original character.
— Owns the local arcade.
— Hiding a big secret.
— Known as #McDimples.

[— 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧. @AstuteFury]

@JailbirdSaviour — opened her eyes, but only for the sake of clawing at the IV pretending her from simply getting out of the bed herself.

She was awake and all stitched up. No more hospital.

[— 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧. @AstuteFury]

She doesn’t remember what happened. Or what was even going on beforehand.

But without opening her eyes, the beeping of the heart monitor and pain within her head… it all gives it away where she’s ended up.

“Em’s..” She whimpers, scared to open her eyes just yet.

[— 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧. @AstuteFury]

@JailbirdSaviour Logan groaned at the mention of the damage and mess she’d caused. She didn’t even want to see it. The pain to her head and the stitches, told her more than enough.

“Will you tell them to let me out of here? Obviously my ticking time bomb hasn’t gone off yet.” She finally —

[— 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧. @AstuteFury]

@JailbirdSaviour — through the damn glass of the prize counter. Damn, that would be expensive to replace. And to clean up considering how much head injuries bled.

“Sorry to ruin your hope that I might’ve bit the dust this time.” Logan tried joking. A laugh coming out, before a groan of pain.

[— 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧. @AstuteFury]

@JailbirdSaviour — Maybe the pain had gotten too much and caused her to lose consciousness. It wouldn’t have been the first time.

Logan blindly lifted her hand that didn’t have the IV in it, hissing as her fingers touched a long row of stitches across her forehead.

She must’ve fell straight —

[— 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧. @AstuteFury]

@JailbirdSaviour — pinball machines bought and installed over the weekend. All of which were Halloween themed.

“Is this okay? You’re not uncomfortable or anything?” Logan asked while the opening credits flashed across the television screen.

That thrown piece of popcorn caught in her mouth.

[— 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧. @AstuteFury]

@JailbirdSaviour — out of each of them. Even the ones she disliked, such as Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Her arcade was already decorated inside and out for the spooky season. She’d hired a couple high schoolers to help, and it’d turned out looking really good.

There was even a few new —

[— 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧. @AstuteFury]

@JailbirdSaviour — for her to do so. All part of her deflection skills, which had only gotten increasingly better as her “time” ran out.

Logan’s chin resting upon Emma’s shoulder, she grabbed for a handful of popcorn. Food was another great way to distract herself.

“Start the movie, doofus.”

[— 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧. @AstuteFury]

@JailbirdSaviour Now that Emma was in her lap, Logan didn’t want her to leave it. But could she sit through an entire movie like that — and trust her hands not to wander? That was the real question.

“When have you ever listened when I’ve said no to you?��� Logan joked. It was easy and natural —

[— 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧. @AstuteFury]

Totally didn’t steal @JailbirdSaviour’s spot while she went to get a snack.

[— 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧. @AstuteFury]

@irasciblesoul @4015Benson || Already on it, daddy-o

[— 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧. @AstuteFury]

@irasciblesoul @4015Benson || i mean… I am serious

[— 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧. @AstuteFury]

|| Now you’ve got me wanting to make a genderbent Noah

[— 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧. @AstuteFury]

|| Dude has enough kids as it is.

But okay daddy, go off I guess.

[— 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧. @AstuteFury]

Thankfully, Logan has a strong stomach. The sound of gagging and sight of vomit… she’s sadly familiar with both. It’s just usually coming from her.

Kinda comes with the territory of having a grenade inside her head.

“Easy.” Logan coos, applying a damp washcloth to Emma’s neck.

[𝓔𝙢𝙢𝙖 𝓢𝙬𝙖𝙣 @JailbirdSaviour]

She feels 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈. And even worse? Logan is seeing her like this. She’s never eating from that Chinese place again. ❝ ugh. ❞ she lets out a groan as she leans away from the trash can.

[— 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧. @AstuteFury]

You’re an idiot… but I love you anyway.

[— 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧. @AstuteFury]

She’s holding @JailbirdSaviour’s hair out of the way… during an unfortunate event involving the toilet and bad food.