rereremembered: ([fortune] just a come-on from the whores)
Fitz Kreiner ([personal profile] rereremembered) wrote in [community profile] logsinthenight 2020-08-10 04:19 am (UTC)

Welcome to Beacon

Fitz is feeling himself. Note that he is not feeling like himself, but he is feeling...pretty great to be honest, and has been since they came back from Helix Station. For the first time in his ridiculous life everything is coming up Kreiner, in his mind.

Beaconites both new and existing will see him patrolling town, sleek iridescent guitar slung across his back, gray hat set at a jaunty angle to shade his eyes from the...dark, one hand in his trouser pocket and the other lazily holding a cigarette to drag on and gesture with. Fitz Fortune has entered the building.

"Hey," he says, not sure if he wants to sound like Sinatra or Connery!Bond and settling for an ungodly melding of the two. "Are you in need of my assistance?"

hide and seek

Okay the paper umbrella gown hanging above a bridge is a bit of a hassle, even with his human-grade tallness and long limbs, but eventually (probably with help) he will wrangle it to the Invincible and set about disassembling it. So he can have garnishes. For girly drinks. Which he will make with or without request and with full Cruise-in-"Cocktail" flair. Broken glass is inevitable.

How he ends up in the shopping center downtown with both hands occupied and a lockpick between his teeth is anyone's guess. Including his.

"Hey!" Fitz just about manages. "Can I ha a lil hep pls!"

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