Atlas Gym, Monday (8/10)

[notallbluemonks]

Another care package from Jester had arrived over the weekend, so when Beau showed up at work this morning she was nibbling on a cinnamon-laden bearclaw and snickering at a couple of drawings of some of the Mighty Nein's escapades in Nicodranas. They really should give some serious consideration to a visit out there at some point, huh?

Not now, though. Now was the time for running all around the gym in search of one stupid screw that had come loose and popped out of the stair climber apparatus, then gotten kicked around by various pairs of unsuspecting feet.

It was going to be a long day. Hopefully not a bad one, though.

[OOC: Post/gym open! As usual, SP is the way of it.

Turtle & Canary; Monday [08/10].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Considering she'd just broken out of still being played space jail yesterday, it seemed like maybe Summer could have taken the day off of work, but that just wouldn't be very her, now, would it? It wasn't like getting stuck in space jail for a weekend was that out of the ordinary for her, after all, the only thing that made this one different was that she'd been stuck in space jail with someone who wasn't a member of her own weird family for a change. And they both (SPOILER ALERT!) survived and saved Mr. PB from his evil agent, she got some sweet new guns out of it, and she found out that the beam of a portal gun actually could melt off a person's face!

Overall, it was a pretty good weekend. She was one-hundred percent sure that Seivarden would not agree with her on that even a little, but whatever.

The only problem was that it left her terribly distracted, to the point where she realized she was going down the same aisle about fifty times without even taking stock for orders, so she just gave up, foisted the clipboard onto Apu to finish them up for her this week, and then settled behind the counter so she could focus on ordering the whirlwind of thoughts in her brain. Because now she knew that Rick was probably going to be more careful about where he kept the portal gun, which meant that she really needed to see about figuring out how to just make her own so she didn't have to steal it every time she wanted to try a coordinate, and she would definitely have to figure out how to fix that whole stupid battery issue, because, seriously, what the fuck, and....and....and....

Today's Squishy Flavors
Peanut Butter
Peanut Brittle
Red

Turtle & Canary is open! If distracted...

Trooper Station, Monday, August 10, 2020

[grenadesandohana]

After the Troopers swore up and down that they'd already done their running "like, super early, before you got here," Steve settled for making them do Burpees and planks until they plotted his death for a while before heading into the office to see if there were any new cases today.

Gun-runners, illegal orchid shipments, random nukes? Anything? Anything?

By noon, Steve was tying to flick pencils into the ceiling from his desk. Like a professional.

Monday: Covent Garden Flowers

[mylandmyrules]

Nell had not slept well last night, but getting her hands in the soil always seemed to help perk her up. Today that didn't seem to be quite enough so she pulled a chair next to her work spot so she could sit while she worked. And at some point she fell asleep, with her hands in the soil of a beautiful ivy plant. As she slept she dreamed she was being rocked softly on a boat and woke up to find that the ivy had become, well, extremely large and was carefully cradling and rocking her as she slept.

Somehow it had filled up most of the back room, leaving it not unlike a jungle back there.

Nell left a note for the next person to be aware of the giant plant and went home to think about what had happened.