Fixer-Uppers [7/30]

[dollpocalypse]

It had now been about a month since Topher had started working at Fixer-Uppers. But instead of trying to win employee of the month or actually making himself presentable to customers, he spent this shift laying on the floor, watching animated videos of animals playing paintball.
Fixer-Uppers was open. And manned by a responsible... oh, forget it.
[[Open and OCD-free!]]

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani was not sure why cans of varnish kept appearing inside the barn. She took them all outside, only to go in and find more of them. It was keeping her busy to keep moving them, but she'd rather not have them sitting around the horses.

The Gig was open, and Dani could use some help.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Saturday

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

The stock had been checked often enough, and Jan was currently secure upstairs. That meant that, after turning the Open sign over early in the morning, Cable could sit down behind his desk with a copy of Guns & Ammo and pour over the latest models.

Though that kind of got old after a while, too.

Eventually he just grabbed a box of left-over objects from various Fandom Rains Past, and went into the shooting range to line 'em up among the targets.

Hey, sometimes when you put in some shooting practice, you had to make your own fun.

[[ open! ]]

The Devil’s Nest, Saturday 7/30

[nookiepowered]

It was Take Your Marsupial’d Friend To Work Day! Or as Kenzi also admitted, try-to-scam-more-drinks-out-of-that-Eric-guy day.

To which Bo’s admittedly smaller-than-usual-brained opinion was Good luck with that, kiddo, because she was completely aware of that plan without ever having to hear it voiced. She was also completely scampering up and down the bar-top at the moment, checking that Kenzi wasn’t stealing anybody’s whiskey or wallet, as you do.

So far, she was confining herself to the bar peanuts. But hey look! That guy must not love his wallet very much, if he was keeping it right where anyone could reach for it! “So I’m thinking of getting you a habitat, or getting a geek to build you one, so you can keep in shape. ‘Cause you don’t want to lose muscle tone while you’re a sorta-mouse.”

“SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAKITY-SQUEAK!”

“You do want to lose muscle tone?” Kenzi gave Bo a cockeyed look. Then held up the wallet. “What, this?”

“SQUEAK SQUEAKER SQUEAK,” which was still-unidentified marsupial for “Yes, that, and you are NOT building me a --”

Except that “HAMSTER WHEEL!” came out in English. Very loud English. From a very naked human...oid. On a very cold bar.

Kenzi’s first reaction: “Yay, you’re human again! Ish.” Kenzi’s second reaction: “Dude, that looks chilly.” Followed by a hand over her mouth and a stream of snickers.

“I’m...” Bo would be doing a little dance? Except COLD, and BAR, and -- “CLOTHES!” And trying not to look out at the dancefloor and guess how many people might have noticed, because she was busy rolling off the bar to crouch behind it.

“I had some ready! Um. Back in my room?” She really should’ve brought those along, shouldn’t she? “Ooooops.” Kenzi peered around, then took off her knitted tam. With the little pom-pom. “You can have my hat?”

Bo stared at her for a full ten seconds before “TINY!” came out fully as loud as any earlier comments about habitrail parts.

Speaking of staring...

“TINY! FOCUS!” Except focusing wasn’t really his problem, was it. The issue was where. “Oh, for God’s sake. Give me your shirt.”

It was going to be a long night.

One that would still involve doing a little dance, once he handed over that shirt.

[OOC: Preplayed with the lovely regretiz4suckas, OCD up and open!]