Atlas Gym, Monday (2/25)

[notallbluemonks]

There didn't seem to be anything especially weird going on, with the equipment or otherwise, when Beau arrived for work this morning, and that in itself had her giving the entire place a healthy dose of side-eye.

She kept glowering suspiciously at the weight racks and the exercise machines as she made her morning rounds, the expression increasingly intense as the normalcy continued, because this was Fandom and she didn't trust that it was going to stay ordinary and not-weird.

So it wasn't really that she was being an exceptionally conscientious employee when she made repeated rounds to keep checking up on everything; she was just checking repeatedly to see if or when anything did suddenly end up made out of licorice or whatever, in hopes that it would make her feel better because things were back to being random and bizarre.

So far, no such luck there. Great, now she was going to be all paranoid.

[OOC: IDK, dude, I'm falling asleep rapidly here. Gym/post open!]

Trooper Station; Monday [02/25].

[died8yearsago]

On the one hand, not a whole lot had happened on the island while Rosa was gone for the school trip, which meant there wasn't a giant pile of paperwork waiting for her as she feared there might be when she got back to the station for her Monday desk shift.

On the other hand, not a whole lot had happened on the island while Rosa was gone for the school trip, which meant that the troopers had way too much time on their hands with regards to telling her about the only things that did happen.

"No, really," Rosa insisted. "I'm good with just reading the reports. You don't have to--"

But it was too late. They had planned for this, Rosa, they had been itching to tell you all about it.

In a clumsily perfromed, way too elaborate, complete with lyrics musical fashion. And they were only encouraged by the stunned look of confusion on her face, mistaking it for nothing less than awe and amazement, leaving her to sit there and wonder exactly where she'd gone wrong in her decision in life that would lead her up to this exact moment of very distinct and very depressing torture.

...why did she even come back, honestly.

[[open!]]

Turtle & Canary; Monday [02/25].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Apparently, whoever was still on the island last week and was shopping at Turtle & Canary were complete a-holes. Because, as Summer went around the store to take some light inventory of the stock for the orders she'd been doing, she kept finding things in one spot that should belong in another spot. Usually stuff that needed to be kept refrigerated or frozen, like cartons of milk, packages of meat, tubs of butter and sour cream. And who could even tell how long they'd been there, resulting in the necessity of spoiling them out and throwing them all away.

"A bunch of animals in this town," she muttered, tossing away a half-melted pint of ice cream that she'd found sitting on a shelf near the pens and pencils. "The whole lot of 'em."

Which was more accurate than she'd intended, actually, considering that the misplaced items were exactly the work of those delinquent, bootlegger raccoons (and at least one alot of lack of inspiration).

Today's Squishy Flavors
Melted Fudgesicle
Room-Temp Cola
Red

Today's Jello
Coffee Jello with Skyr!

Turtle & Canary is open!

Community Center Class: Modern Earth Entertainment, Monday

[2_old_for_this]

Peter waved and said hi and everybody walked in. "Welcome back. I hope you all had fun in Iceland. This week I figured we'd watch something nice and sunny and hot for you all. Unfortunately most beach movies I could find are romances, so instead here, have something mostly set in a desert. And some hot chocolate, tea, and coffee to drink."

He waved them at the table.