2024-03-19

Atlas Gym; Tuesday [03/19].

Since Tuesdays tended to be the busiest days at the gym, Gladio was holding off on doing anything with the next area he was remodeling until tomorrow, and it turned out that was a good thing, too, because there was a crisis in the gremlin aerobics class that morning.

The less known about the details, the better, but it was a good thing Gladio already had caution tape on hand that he was going to use to mark off the construction area so that he could now do the same with the classroom space.

And then it was time to draw some straws amongst the staff to see who got the privilege of cleaning it up. But there were two short straws, because Gladio wasn't making anyone take care of that alone, and he was in the running, too, though, thankfully, he was getting out of this one. And maybe giving the two that did have to deal with it a little bonus on their paychecks.

Atlas is open!

Luke's Diner; Tuesday [03/19].

With fresh venison at home waiting for him to work his magic in the kitchen at home for dinner, Ignis' attention wasn't terribly invested with his specials at Luke's, especially since he was almost positive that anything found in their inventory wouldn't hold up to the quality of what Gladio had brought home from Soulwood. He could be wrong, of course, but he doubted it.

Either way, he was fairly distracted as he was more invested in future cooking than current cooking, but he was here to do his job, and so naturally he would try his best to keep his focus here.

Or at the very least on the coffee pot. That he could do without much effort at all.

Today's Specials
Venison Mushroom Brie Burger with Garlic Truffe Fries
Vegan Mushroom Lentil Shepherd's Pie
Blueberry Sour Cream Coffee Cake


Luke's is open!

Trooper Station | Tuesday

Diego had to change his shirt twice this morning due to spit up from the twins (well a twin, what was your problem today, Ben), and it put him in a mood by the time he got to work.

Spoiler: It wasn't a good mood.

The troopers were giving him a wide berth today.

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Fandom Fire Station | Tuesday

Buck's plans to clean the rig today were dashed when he saw how cold it was, so instead he was relegated to paperwork. Which meant he was kind of pouting at the reception desk today. Paperwork sucked unless there was a clipboard involved.

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Magic Box | Tuesday

Wanda had got a notification that a package had been delivered to the store today, but for the life of her she couldn't find it. The delivery guy took a picture and everything, so she knew it had been there at one point.

Did the Magic Box have a porch pirate? If they did, the person would be disappointed seeing as the package had nothing in it except a set of big bunny ears and a bunny tail for Jeff.

Or they might be into that sort of thing. You never know.

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Tuesday: Plant Parenthood

Nell was busily potting seeds and seedlings into the soil she'd brought back from Soulwood Sunday and giving all of the plants a little extra shot of energy to encourage strong and healthy plants. She had some music n quietly and was humming along as she worked.

Later in the afternoon she'd settle in as usual with a book and a cup of tea for a little break before she closed up.

Tuesday: Groovy Tunes

Saint Patrick's Day may have passed, but today was all Irish music all the time. Wolftones, Bothy Band, Chieftans, Dolores Keane, Christy Moore, Mary Black... If they were Irish, odds were good Charlie would be playing some of it.

The Perk, Tuesday Morning

Juggling the administration of multiple lives wasn't easy at the best of times, let alone when you tossed in the internal aspect. Then the dubious origin of funds. Then the multiverse.

And then the worst: tax season.

Marc would much rather be doing anything, frankly. Which was among the reasons why he was at The Perk for a coffee and sandwich break. Then he'd get back to having to acknowledge he was in a place on his life where he needed to give a crap about all this, let alone that he had a freaking office to do it in.

Much easier to debate what sandwich he wanted for sure.

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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

"Stop that."

Tiny looked up from his little corner of the bar and blinked.

Lucifer eyed him suspiciously. "I don't know what you're doing, but stop it."

Tiny sighed.

"No, don't play innocent, I've met you before," Lucifer said. "If I see a single sausage here, I swear--"

Tiny got up and disappeared into the backroom.

"The nerve of that man," Lucifer muttered.

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