Atlas Gym, Monday (9/16)

[notallbluemonks]

Everything in the gym seemed totally normal today when Beau arrived and made her rounds to inspect everything. She did not, of course, trust this to last at all, so really, odds were good that it would.

If anybody needed her, she'd be . . . doing pullups like a maniac most of the day, probably. Felt like an upper-body sort of day.

[OOC: Gym is open, but I am gonna be totally AFK until sometime in the afternoon so it's gonna be super SP.]

Trooper Station; Monday [09/16].

[died8yearsago]

Rosa knew she'd be in for a day when she came into the station that morning to find that there was already a raccoon waiting at her desk to speak with her. The raccoon, it would seem, had some grievances and official complaints to file with the department, and apparently was tired of complaining endlessly to the troopers who were clear inefficient and wouldn't do anything about it, so she'd insisted to talk to someone else higher on the chain of command.

As if that would do any good.

But Rosa did listen. Or, at the very least, she pretended to, setting a tape to record the testimony while the raccoon, with passionately flying paws and even a few dramatic pounds of her tiny fists onto the desk, went into a long rant of chittering and growls that Rosa couldn't understand a word of. She had no idea what this raccoon was even talking about, she wasn't even sure the raccoon knew what she was talking about, but she just let the little critter rail on and on and hopefully she'd just exhaust herself, while Rosa put up at least a vague facade of getting this all down. "Uh-huh," she agreed, idly clicking away at a game of solitaire on her computer. "Yes. Right. Oh, totally. Uh-huh. Sure. We'll definitely look into that for you. Uh-huh. Yeah. You don't say?"

By the end of it, as the raccoon was losing steam, she may have sort of wised up to Rosa's apathy, ended with an indignant huff, and then stormed out of the station. Rosa briefly wondered if she should shoot Kincaid an email to warn him about a raccoon lodging a potential complaint about her, but...naaaah. She was pretty sure he was pretty much flooded with those kind of complaints on the regular.

[[ open! ]]

Modern Earth Entertainment, Monday

[2_old_for_this]

"Hi, everybody." Peter gave his usual wave and smile. "Since last week went okay, I'm hoping another horror film won't cause any problems for anyone." So far the most traumatic ones had been kids' animation, anyway.

"This one's another classic, from a couple decades after the last one. Apparently it actually made a lot of people afraid to swim, and it did influence a lot of fear in a particular kind of shark.

"Anyway, there's chips and popcorn and drinks, and please enjoy the movie!"

The beach, Tuesday morning

[betterthanaplan]

Duke showed up early for his planned yoga practice with Rey, lugging along some plywood sheets to put down and give them a more stable surface. He spent a little while rearranging and pressing the sheets down to get as level a platform as possible, then laid a few rugs over them for a nicer surface.

The set up done, he stripped off his shoes and overshirt and laced his fingers together behind his head, looking out over the water.

This island was so freaking weird. But hot damn if it wasn't gorgeous, too.

He started through a sun salutation to warm up, and wondered if the sea monster was nearby.

[Anticipating one, but open for all. SP extremely likely until the afternoon. Up early because my employers in their infinite wisdom have decided to assign me mandatory training that starts an hour and a half before I'm usually even out of bed. . . .]