Atlas Gym, Monday (2/24)

[notallbluemonks]

The sound system in the gym was acting up today for some reason: it didn't seem to want to connect to any of the usual satellite radio stations, and it was way too fiddly and technical for Beau to fix herself. She'd tried, but the massage therapist was concerned that she was going to break something (like a blood vessel from all the swearing and jaw-clenching, maybe, or some of the equipment when she "accidentally" threw something out of frustration. They couldn't very well have total silence, though, so Beau ended up having to find a regular broadcast station and play that instead.

The problem was that she could only find one radio station with any decent reception at all, and it was one of those adult contemporary stations that seemed like it only had thirty songs in rotation, tops.

Which meant Beau was going to be doing a lot of yelling today: things like "What the -- I swear I just heard that one, man!" and "Yeah, sure, dude, keep crying about how you're the victim here, because women are so mean to you," and of course, "I'VE HEARD THIS SONG TEN TIMES AND IT'S NOT EVEN LUNCH YET, WHAT THE HELL."

It was ... entertaining, probably? Maybe.

[OOC: ... this is every day in my office. Help. Post/gym open, though!]

Trooper Station; Monday [02/24].

[died8yearsago]

Rosa didn't usually care about being productive during her desk day at the station, but today, she would be, if only to prove that she could, even with these stupid bandages wrapped around her hands that the doctor said she had to keep on for a week so she didn't scratch the rashes she'd incured from accidentally touching poison oak during a walk in the preserve where she went off-trail pick a pretty little flower.

Shut up.

She certainly wasn't going to explain that (or anything, for that matter) to anyone, and was perfectly content letting the troopers try to think of other, more bad-ass reasons why Rosa's hands were bandaged up like that. She was going to be too busy trying to figure out exactly how to type up a report she needed to submit without use of her fingers and without asking for help.

Hey, maybe Kincaid was really good at interpreting Keysmash?

Only one way to find out!

[[ and so I guess I finally decided to pull this gem out for this week! Open station is open! ]]

Turtle & Canary; Monday [02/24].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Out of all the various ways for Summer to hit the end on a sort of bender, a big fat hangover was actually one of the better ones, so by the time Monday rolled around, she was feeling pretty chill. And since Mondays at the store were usually quiet, she kept the chill vibe going with some lo-fi beats with her headphones as she went through the store, doing inventory, getting orders ready, just doing her normal thing and finding a weird peace in the structure and the repetition of it.

Until there was a crash. Summer straightened, blinked, wondered if she should even ask, considered not asking, and then sighed with the realization that, yeah, she should probably ask.

"Apu?"

Apparently, it was the cheese panda. Who had gotten so irritated at a customer who didn't want cheese that it picked up an uncracked wheel of Parmigiano-Reggiano and threw it through one of the dairy cooler doors.

Summer blinked at him. "Those wheels are, like, 90 pounds, aren't they?"

Apu pointed out that the cheese panda was also, you know, a bear.

"Still! We can't have people just throwing around ninety pound wheels of cheese and breaking the store! God! And this was going to be a chill day, dammit! Ugh. At least this place has a ridiculous generous insurance. Go clean it up and grab some Saran wrap or something to wrap the door until we get a chance to get it fixed. Geez."

Apu...wasn't going to tell Summer that the cheese panda had also thrown a wheel at the Squishy machine, but, since it still seemed to be working, he didn't think she even noticed.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Parmigiano-Reggiano
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

[[ we did a big parm cracking event at my store this weekend, so i guess i got inspired? ]]

Community Center Class: Tactics Pancake!!! | Monday

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina was still a bit salty that last week had apparently not been a holiday despite evidence to the contrary.

And then there was the whole fact that there was no class next week too and, really, she'd been left squinting at her novel and going 'well, then, what's getting cut?' which was never a fun thing to do, even when trimming the fat was a good thing.

So many good ideas and characters wound up in the trash! Ugh!

But fine, fine, they'd skip the whole thing with the mermaid queen and her fetch quest. Fine. Even though, like, the fetch quest added depth and world building and—

Ugh! Unfair!

"Welcome back, compatriots!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina said grandly, from where she was perched upon the Last Desk Standing in the otherwise barren-but-covered-in-chalk-drawings room. "Last time you'd escaped the sinking death trap set by Captain Marmalady and found yourself drifting at sea--------under the sea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Alas and alack, your lack of direction led you into the domain of the mermaid queen and, due to your impertinences," and, like, she knew her class; they'd almost definitely been incredibly impertinent, "she has tossed you out of her realm like last week's garbage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Rude, queen. Rude.

Not that Nina couldn't sympathize. Besides, like, taking the nuance out of the queen's actions made Nina feel a little bit better for having to skip over the entirety of that sub-plot. Not much better, but a little.

"Now," she said, as the deserted island shimmered into existence around them, "you have no food, no boat, no hope………………… the only things you have are your wits, your skills, and the prince's ring, which still pulses eagerly when pointed in an easterly direction……………."

The island was a lush fantasy marvel of a deserted island with assorted fronds and unusual plants growing in obnoxious profusion, making travel off the beach difficult. The sand was fine and had a tendency to sing eerily.

"Now what do you do?????????????? Upon discussion, you decide to split off into two groups……….. one to follow the pulsating ring to the edge of the island and the other group to see what else there is to find…………."

[Please to be waiting for the OCD is up, up and away!]

Outside Clothes Before Bros, Monday Afternoon

[okteiviakom]

It was one of those fairly rare days (at least recently speaking) where Octavia didn't feel like spending time in the preserve or staying cooped up in the apartment. So even though she'd gone for her usual patrol early in the morning, after a pit stop back at MCA for something to eat, she'd ended up back outside.

The idea had been to head down to the docks, maybe drop in on Duke and Larceny if they were home. But she wasn't in a rush, and so her walk was more of a meander along the streets of Fandom. She didn't generally tend to go down Godiva Street at all, but today she did.

And that was how she ended up standing outside Clothes Before Bros right now. Looking at the clothes on display in the window. Maybe wondering what she'd look like in any of them. At least until she caught her own reflection in the glass. All practical and dark and tough, and, right. She just wasn't the kind of person to wear those clothes.

Octavia snorted, softly.

Still, she couldn't help but linger and look for a while longer.

[ooc: Open street, open post!]