"Hawk" is drunk. Still. So I'm writing this instead. The meeting yesterday went about how I expected it, with myself and Loki at each other's throats. He claimed I was "unclean", so I called him a smarmy jackass who didn't know his left foot from his asshole.


Then "Hawk" came between us and sort of mediated the whole thing. Calmed us down, made us think rationally. So, seeing as Lance is braindead, permanently, I've been inducted as her replacement. My codename is Panther.


The reason "Hawk" is drunk is because Loki took his spear away, despite all of the crying and wailing and begging that Hawk did.


I'm telling you, I love him and all, but... He loves his weapons. I think that, if he could, he'd sleep with them in an instant.


Fuck. He just wandered in, read that, then said "that's a good idea" and left.


More later. Gotta keep him from killing himself stupidly.