Atlas Gym - Wednesay

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Beka's had two days to consider a strategy that'd not get her sacked for bedding the boss. Two days and her plans to not leave aught to remark upon were buried under an avalanche of cookies the moment she opened the door to the gym. Retrieving the broom from the janitor closet had caused another rain of cookies and an hour later, one of the instructors ran screaming from the gym, ranting about cookies and addictions.

Somehow she'd be the one who'd ended up cleaning the avalanches and she'd found some empty boxes to store the cookies in. Food that rained from the sky was still food and Beka'd grown up in the Lower City. She'd not waste any kind of food.

[Open, once it rains OCD.]

Comments

Talk to Beka

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There's a good chance she's cleaning up cookies.

Work out

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Get sweaty

OOC

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I kind of like my Jodie Foster icons.