Atlas Gym, Monday (11/11)

[notallbluemonks]

Beau was definitely feeling yesterday's bowling experience today, yeah. All things considered it had hardly been the most physically strenuous workout she got during the day, but it was definitely a totally different set of muscles and so she was hurting in places she wasn't used to hurting.

Which was fine, really; concentrating on working out the soreness in her arm and shoulder as she moved around the gym to do some equipment checks gave her something to focus on, a convenient distraction from some upcoming plans that had her a little bit nervous.

Maybe she could start spending some time with the weights? Just so she could handle a heavier bowling ball the next time the occasion arose to play a game or five.

[OOC: Gym/post open!]

Trooper Station; Monday [11/11].

[died8yearsago]

Even though Rosa figured the more she exposed Arlo 2 to the station cat, the quicker it would become less of a problem, she just did not want to deal with it today, and so the dog was at home and the cat...

...the cat had decided that sprawled out across Rosa's desk was the best place for napping today, managing to somehow cover the whole thing all at once despite not being a terribly large cat, but that was just the physics-bending nature of cats to be exactly where you didn't want them to be at all times.

She sighed, considered the cat, considered the fact that she didn't feel like dealing with that today, either, so she just remade some coffee (despite the full pot sitting on the burner; Ralph made it; she wasn't dealing with that, either), poured herself a cup, and then kicked back and relaxed in her chair, and decided to use this to her advantage and just blame the cat on any lack of work being done on her part.

While having staring contests with the cat. Which Rosa was winning almost every time.

The cat, of course, was letting her win, but Rosa didn't need to know that.

[[ open station is open! ]]

The Onsen; Monday Afternoon [11/11].

[sake_shinigami]

Even though Shunsui now knew that Octavia's tattoo appointment was today, and therefor the whole point of him being at the onsen to keep her company when she felt the need to get the most out of enjoying a good soak before she was unable to for a while, by this point, the whole thing had just become a habit and it honestly felt weird to not go to the onsen.

What else was he going to do? Work? And just lazing about his apartment and drinking wasn't nearly as much fun, it was getting just a bit too chilly for naps in the park, and, besides, the onsen had been very, very good to him this last week.

And so he was there again, on this...what? Fifth day ina row? He'd maybe lost track, it was all sort of a delightful hazy blur at this point.

[[WHAT?]]

[[also, it's open ]]

Modern Earth Entertainment, Monday

[what_the_shock]

Miguel was at the front of the room again today, scowling. "Okay, so apparently the usual guy left, and I'm the one the gremlins are picking on now." He turned his frown on the one lurking off to one side. "At least this time they gave me a bit more notice. Since nobody appreciates the classics." He was looking at you, Amaya.

"Anyway, if you don't like the old stuff, we'll go with...okay, this one's still kinda old, but it looks newer, anyway. Bit like the old city back home. I think it's got some fights in it, too. So

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Ink and Holes, Monday Afternoon

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's mind was maybe reeling a little bit, today. And not because of what was about to happen, but rather yesterday and... honestly, a lot of the last while. The last couple of months? Little things could do a lot to a person's sense of balance, it seemed, and now Octavia was actually hoping the tattooing session would help ground her a little. Give her something to focus on, bring her back into the present.

Rey finally checking in today had soothed some of her general unease. Wasn't enough, though.

But maybe pain would be.

She'd asked Duke to meet her out front a little bit before her appointment, so that was where she was now, just standing there with her hands stuffed in her pockets. Wondering whether she should've felt nervous, because she didn't, and also wondering whether not feeling nervous right now meant it would just hit her once she'd actually sit down inside the shop.

Guess only time would tell.

[ooc: For the emotional support smuggler!]