fandomtownies | Atlas Gym, Monday (1/27)

It felt a little bit weird to be back at work after what felt like -- and had been -- way more than three weeks for Beau. Or, at least, 'work' in the sense of having a steady job with a regular schedule and a regular payday, after taking a wildly varying assortment of one-off jobs that had a lot less stability but way more adventure.

Not that she minded the stability -- it was very nice to not have to worry about traveling five days after fulfulling a long, grueling, and probably very literally messy contract. But the adventure ... yeah, she kind of missed that. She didn't really have much time to dwell on that, though, especially since she was still stuck on the fact that Yasha was here, and it looked like she might be sticking around for a bit.

... man, she hoped the rest of the Mighty Nein didn't get into any really big fights without them, because they wouldn't be doing as well, probably, without their two heavy hitters up front.

In the meantime, she had a couple of malfunctioning exercise machines to write a trouble ticket for. What a glamorous life she led.

[OOC: Post is open! Usual potential-SP disclaimer applies, of course.]

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Rey wanted to check up, and having someone who wanted to see her do the parkour course was a good cover for that.

Kind of. Rey would say she was checking up. But if she needed a cover...

"Hey."

Beau looked up from the treadmill she'd just taped an OUT OF ORDER sign to. "'sup, Rey. You get your present?"

She would say she didn't need checking up on, if asked, but really? She appreciated it, and also wanted to return the favor, basically. Shit had been pretty intense back there.

"I did, thank you. It's all set up and everything," ste sahd with a smile. "You didn't need to do that."

"I kinda did though," Beau replied. "What the hell else were you going to do with all of the shit you collected?"

Because saying thank you in a face to face conversation was still awkward.

"That is a good question. I have no idea when I'd even use any if it," Rey admitted. "But I wasn't letting the bad guys keep them."

"They just look fucking cool, if nothing else," Beau offered. "Like, a conversation piece, but edgy. Literally."

She paused, idly unwinding some tape from the roll she was still holding and winding it around her finger. Then, finally and awkwardly:

"You bounce back okay after everything?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She'd had some stuff to work out, but she'd gotten a really good talk with Liam out of it. "How are you doing?"

Of course she was going to get there."

"Fine," Beau said, shrugging,

She was not, and Rey would likely be able to tell just from the slightly forced way she said it.

"Oh," Rey sahd. "I've banned my friends from using that word."

Or, she'd banned Duke, sort of, but it had worked so she was trying with others now.

Beau gave her a 'how could you' kind of look for a second.

"I'm holding up," she said, shrugging. "Still kind of unpacking ... figuratively, I mean, I didn't bring much. We had a lot going on."

Like all those weird cult encounters, and the skeletons in manacles that kept turning up everywhere.

Also just, you know. Losing people who were just starting to maybe fall into the "friend" category.

"It was a lot," Rey agreed, nodding. "And I was only there for the end of it."

And hadn't gotten battered around. Or really known the people involved.

"That was the worst part, too," Beau said, kind of apologetically. "I think you saved our asses a few times, though, so that's cool. For real. I super appreciate it."

Rey was starting to wish people would stop thanking her for things like that.

She shook her head. "Anyone else would have done the same."

"Most of the people I knew back in the day wouldn't have," Beau muttered, and yes, she was well aware what that said about the company she used to keep.

"That was then," Rey said simply.

What was Beau going to do with all of these people being so non-judgmental about her? Seriously. It was a nice relief, but it was weird.

"Fair," she conceded. "Guess you could say I'm still getting used to being around non-garbage people."

"It seems like that goes for a lot of us here," Rey told her. "It takes some time, probably."

This was the second time in a few days that someone had told her things took time. Beau was starting to wonder if she should really try and learn how to be more patient, like the monks had spent about two years trying to get her to do.

"Yeah, probably," she agreed, in a way that sounded like she was actually agreeing and not just planning to brush that statement off. "Speaking of non-garbage people, though, it's Karolina's birthday tomorrow, so there's gonna be, like, pizza and cake if you want to come up to our place for a bit in the evening."

"Sure," Rey sahd with a smile. "I should be able to make that."

She didn't actually have a life.

"We don't have a cool weapon rack like you do," Beau said teasingly, "just as a heads up."

Atlas Gym, Monday (1/27)

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject