fandomtownies | Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Sunday

After receiving a voicemail last night, Coulson knew that he would very shortly have another job to keep himself busy. And that was helpful. An active Coulson was a Coulson who stayed sharp and didn't, say, feel the need to get into back alley fight clubs. Not that he was a member of one. But another couple months and he probably would have started one for suited gentlemen.

But again, no need for that. Although now that he was looking at his voicemail, he noticed that he was getting A LOT of stuff from telemarketers. He wasn't sure what this Trade Whatever was, but he missed the days where he could just make a couple phone calls to ensure that they would be too scared to ever call again.

[OOC: Slightly method RP for that last part. OH THE SPAMMERS. Spotty throughout the day, but I am around. Ish.]