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apollo justice ([personal profile] apolly) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2015-07-12 10:17 pm

( open ) bad news like a suckerpunch

A. JUSTICE LAW OFFICES
Maybe you dropped by because you know of the lawyer in charge, you have a question about school, you're lost and looking for directions, the possibilities are endless.

It's early morning and no one seems to be in the front lobby at the moment, even if the door's unlocked. But a door off to the left is open, someone coughing their lungs out, but the sound is stopped short whenever the front door bell goes off.

Apollo is sick with a cold. Apparently sick enough for a futon to be laid out on his office floor (thanks to employees), so Apollo peaks around his office's entrance to see who it is. ...From the floor. This isn't an exactly normal picture.

"Can I help you?" He sounds like a frog.


B. GROCERY SHOPPING
Evening time, Apollo only has rare instances where he can actually show up at a store and get some much needed stocking done.

He's got the goods: food, hygeine, some house supplies and of course coffee. Tons of it, because he's currently buying about four tubs of it and dropping it into his cart.


C. MISC go wild. brackets are a-ok.
livelongenough: (Drinking again)

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[personal profile] livelongenough 2015-07-17 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
Two hundred years have refined a trait in Henry that he was doomed to have since birth: he is a snob. While he tries to be open-minded about other people and their situations, Doctor Morgan is thoroughly uptight about food. His son is a culinary genius -- and he will defend that to anyone who disagrees -- and he's learned to be very picky over the years. After all, there was no point in being alive forever if one didn't at least try and take care of what was being put in the body.

"That brand? Really?"

He can recognise the other teacher from Redbright easily. He might have gone away from teaching, but he's still part of their Outreach program. Just also (and far more happily) settling in with his new position within Scotland Yard... technically as an inside agent for the Night Council. Someone officially in charge of making sure secrecy is kept even in the morgues.

"I insist you at least try this one," he says, pulling a small bag off the shelf. "It tastes better and is far more efficient."