33 Apocalypse Avenue

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Logan had come into town early, leaving the hired car on the mainland and walking over the causeway with his one bag. He was very very glad he'd arranged for the rest of his things to be brought in before he got there, seeing as how there hadn't exactly been a welcome party waiting.

A while later, he'd met with the realtor, been handed his keys, and then she'd babbled some warning about gremlins and mute people before taking off. Gremlins?

He was loving the house so far; big enough for his wheelchair, as well as having the lift out front attached to the porch, and bright and sunny inside with a little garden in the back.

Since he had noticed some people trailing in as he'd been unpacking a little, Logan found one of the old For Sale signs in the closet of the house, turned it around and wrote "Rooms For Rent: See Logan Cale" in big black letters. He stapled it to a length of wood and walked down the porch stairs to post it.

So, with a glass of iced tea in hand, Logan took a seat on the porch to enjoy the warmth and the quiet.

[OOC: Roommates are pre-arranged and this post is mostly open to them. However, if you want to come by and chat a little, you're quite welcome to.]

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[demons-death.livejournal.com]

Having parked the Impala regretfully, John gathered up his things and headed into town. He thought about going up to the school first and surprising Sam and Dean, but it was probably a good idea to get a place first if he could. That way he wouldn't be carrying around, among other things, one large duffle full of various weaponry.

He'd just made that decision when he noticed a house with a Rooms for Rent sign out in front of it.

John walked a little up the pathway a little and regarded the man on the porch. "You Logan Cale?"

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"I am," he said, sitting up a little in his seat, glancing over the dark-haired man curiously. "I assume you're looking for a room?"

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"Might be, yeah," John replied, looking the other man over in return. "If it's one I can take right away."

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"Well, there's a master bedroom and three smaller on the second floor," Logan said, smiling as he decided at least tentatively to give this man the benefit of the doubt. "Any of them might be available, but I'd at least like to know who I'm renting to first."

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"John Winchester," John said, shifting his bags so he could hold out a hand. It felt kinda weird to be using his real name, but there wasn't any need to go by an alias here. "I'm going to be teaching at the school."

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

The Tick was a man about town. With the impending renovations to the dorms, he would be needing a new place to hang the ten-gallon hat of Justice that he called a brain - don't think about that metaphor too much. A place near campus in case he was needed at a moment's notice. A place with... with... Destiny.

So imagine his glee when he saw a "Rooms For Rent" sign nearly as soon as he walked into town.

"Hello there, chum!" Tick called out. "I am The Tick, and I'd like to inquire about renting a room!"

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Logan looked up from the magazine he'd found in the mailbox - it was about fishing, but he didn't have anything more interesting close at hand - and blinked. "You're, um. Hi, I'm Logan. Do you prefer 'The Tick' or is just 'Tick' okay?"

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"You can just call me 'Tick.' The article is mainly for official purposes," Tick said, stepping onto the porch and holding out a hand to shake. He glanced towards the garage. "Is that one of the rooms?"

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Looking at the garage, Logan blinked again. "I hadn't figured on making it one of the available rooms," he said. "It's not outfitted like the house, but it's not as though I have anything to put in it, either." He glanced back at the Tick, somewhat bemused. "If you're interested, I think the lack of finishing could make up for the extra size of the space on the rent."

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Tick was looking at the garage door critically. "That looks like a standard garage door. Does it have a remote, too?"

[victimorvillain.livejournal.com]

Something dark and swooping moved along lightly towards the side of the house, ducking into the shadow of the house to peer through an awning window into the basement.

This would do.

He selected a dagger and lightly tested the latch.

In the midst of this endeavor, he realized it might be polite to let those actually belonging to this household know that he was interested in borrowing their underground space. Especially considering that he had found the use of an ally much to his advantage. If that turned out to be a poor move, there were certainly other places to inhabit.

Hence, he rose and calmly walked around to the front of the house, and quirked his head around to look up on the porch. "A pleasant evening to you, sir."

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Logan looked up and paused, staring a little longer than he really meant to before he answered. "And to you," he said slowly.

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"I wonder - does that sign - " he gave a slight nod in deference to the sign in question, " - apply to the space in the basement as well?"

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Logan decided he'd have to go through the entire house and decide if there were living spaces he just wasn't counting. "Sure, if you're interested. The washer and dryer are down there, but I think we could fix it up so there's a dividing wall."

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He nodded slowly. "Do you happen to know where, exactly, we are?" he asked conversationally, his voice muffled by the mask.

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

Hoping that her father was right and her luggage was already here, Thursday checked the number on the house and approached with Pickwick's cage in one hand and Friday in the other arm.

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Logan looked up from his fishing magazine as he saw someone approaching and smiled, wondering if this was who he thought it might be. "Ms. Next?"

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She nodded. "Mr...Cale, is it?"

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"That's me," he said, standing up. "Your things are upstairs already. Can I get your-" Logan paused, staring at the bird in the cage. "Your bird?"

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

"Dodo. I hope it won't be a problem?" She was going to throttle her father if it was. "Her name's Pickwick. She's quiet and quite friendly."

Pickwick looked up from within the cage, ruffled her feathers at being moved around so much and plocked quietly.

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John went upstairs to his new room and dropped off his bags. Then he pulled out his phone and called Dean (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/770914.html?thread=56095842#t56095842).

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After he'd hung up from Dean, John headed back downstairs and out onto the porch. It wasn't that he was eagerly waiting or anything; he just wanted to take in some of the early evening air.

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Logan was there, in his wheelchair, because after a day of travel and then settling in at a new house, he was a lot more tired than he'd expected. He looked up from his laptop and pulled the screen down to smile at the other man. "Settling in okay?"

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John nodded. "Just got off the phone with my eldest, Dean. He and his brother are heading down from the school for a visit."

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"Sounds like fun," Logan said, nodding as he clicked the laptop shut. "So how do they like having their dad teaching at their school?"