Atlas Gym, Monday (11/23)

[notallbluemonks]

It was more than a little bit weird to come in to work at the gym today, after weeks of wild ocean adventures, but the really weird thing about it was that Beau was... kind of enjoying the whole having responsibilities thing? It was hard to explain, but something about having been the first mate of the Balleater (that name was never not going to be hilarious) had shifted her perspective on work a bit and now it felt somewhat less tedious.

Or maybe that was because she'd brought Nugget in to work with her, and some of the regulars were absolutely having vapors over him because puppy.

Eh. Either way. It was going to be an entertaining day, especially once Nugget started blinking out and rematerializing right in front of the spin class students.

[OOC: Gym/post open, and I hope this makes as much sense as it did in my head...]

Turtle & Canary; Monday [11/23].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Looking back at her actual time as a student here, Summer could dredge up some pretty cringey moments, sure, and not even ones that had to deal with that one time her grampa replaced her with a robot for a straight-up month. But absolutely nothing in that year-and-a-half was even remotely as cringe as Summer had been when she was fourteen, yet somehow...somehow....she'd managed to be even cringier than expected all weekend.

Thankfully, Summer was not the cringe fourteen year old anymore, and was just going to take a moment to appreciate that growth and life experience and character developments and gaining a firm sense of cynicism and jaded apathy about most things were very good things, and she was also glad for the fact that she had plenty of orders and business to take care of at the store that day to throw herself into and mostly just forget about the fact that this weekend had even happened for the time being.

Oh, and dealing with all those turkeys in the back room. They'd probably take turkeys in at the animal shelter, right? They'd pretty much have to, wouldn't they? How did they even fit so many turkeys in that back room in the first place? Clearly, the world involved much greater mysteries than why it was so embarrassing to be fourteen...

Today's Squishy Flavors
Cashew
Espresso
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Diaz & Ass., Monday [11/23].

[died8yearsago]

Well. Here was an interesting conundrum.

What was the best thing to do when one was presented with a case about a break-in that was pretty much open-and-shut because you knew for a fact that the perpetrator of said mysterious break-in was yourself when you were a teenager for a few days?

Rosa would probably take the case and let it go cold, or maybe just break in again to replace the stuff she'd stolen and chalk it up to just some weird 'oh no looks like random stuff just disappeared for a few day then reappeared again later! What a weird place we live in, oh well, moving on'...

Yeah, she was probably going to just stick with that.

Diaz & Ass. is open!


[[ and throwing a general SP because ohgod it's Thanksgiving Week and I work in the grocery business blanket over all my posts today

ETA: NFB on the details of Jessica's report, though, if you please, dear squirrels! ]]

The Devil's Nest | Monday Evening

[defenderofdesmoines]

Yeah, Annie was at the bar. If by 'at the bar' one meant kind of hiding behind the bar. 

It wasn't that she was...embarrassed about having spent the weekend (and some change! She'd noticed it had started on Thursday this time, island) as a thirteen year-old. It was fine. Nearly everyone else had also been a teenager, it had seemed like (and oh boy, did she need to talk to someone about some socks, eventually.)  But there was just nothing like spending a few days dredging up every weird insecurity that she had experienced at that age. Annie had spent a little extra time lingering with her adult reflection in the mirror this morning, just to reassure any remaining part of her little self that they'd done okay. (Even if she was two inches shorter than Queen Maeve.)

In any case, she was behind the bar tonight with a little less pep than usual, actually ignoring the blender today in favor of her phone. "I'm looking up party punches," she told Tiny, as though Tiny cared in the slightest about why she was on her phone. "'Cause Rey and I are throwing a party next week."

Let's be real: she was mostly strong-arming Rey into letting her use her beautiful apartment to throw this party, and Rey was being gracious enough to allow it. But Annie wanted to give her credit, too. (Assuming people actually came to this party, since it was entirely possible that her teenage self had been annoying enough to drive everyone away, forever, and that Rey wasn't even speaking to her after all the fawning on Thursday.) 

The Junkyard | Monday Morning

[flourish_or_perish]

Faye's strength had never really been landings.

She'd come careening down towards the beautiful blue planet once she'd broken the atmosphere, throttling the Red Tail's controls and slowing down enough that she didn't actually crash into the vacant spot she saw in what...looked to be a junkyard, so much as just gracelessly thunk the ship down.

With a sigh and a stretch, she opened the door to exit, kicking out the several empty drink containers and snack bags she'd discarded during the journey as she hopped down out of the ship.

"Huh." Faye looked skyward, then around at her surroundings. "Well, it's definitely not Callisto." But she'd known that just from the sheer amount of water, and really, she'd been heading for Callisto just for a lack of anywhere better to go.

This...did not look like any place she'd ever seen before. 

[open if you would like to talk to the person who just gracelessly landed.]

Trooper Station, Monday, November 23, 2020

[grenadesandohana]

So Steve had woken up--as an adult again--on the floor of the living room in a pile of blankets, pizza boxes, and Danny...and so that was why he was at the Trooper Station two hours early.

Hiding.

Like a grown up.

The Troopers weren't making eye contact in case it reminded Steve to make them run laps.

The Trooper Station was open, and repressing like hell.