Beauregard Lionett (
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fandomtownies2020-02-24 12:21 am
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Atlas Gym, Monday (2/24)
The sound system in the gym was acting up today for some reason: it didn't seem to want to connect to any of the usual satellite radio stations, and it was way too fiddly and technical for Beau to fix herself. She'd tried, but the massage therapist was concerned that she was going to break something (like a blood vessel from all the swearing and jaw-clenching, maybe, or some of the equipment when she "accidentally" threw something out of frustration. They couldn't very well have total silence, though, so Beau ended up having to find a regular broadcast station and play that instead.
The problem was that she could only find one radio station with any decent reception at all, and it was one of those adult contemporary stations that seemed like it only had thirty songs in rotation, tops.
Which meant Beau was going to be doing a lot of yelling today: things like "What the -- I swear I just heard that one, man!" and "Yeah, sure, dude, keep crying about how you're the victim here, because women are so mean to you," and of course, "I'VE HEARD THIS SONG TEN TIMES AND IT'S NOT EVEN LUNCH YET, WHAT THE HELL."
It was ... entertaining, probably? Maybe.
[OOC: ... this is every day in my office. Help. Post/gym open, though!]
The problem was that she could only find one radio station with any decent reception at all, and it was one of those adult contemporary stations that seemed like it only had thirty songs in rotation, tops.
Which meant Beau was going to be doing a lot of yelling today: things like "What the -- I swear I just heard that one, man!" and "Yeah, sure, dude, keep crying about how you're the victim here, because women are so mean to you," and of course, "I'VE HEARD THIS SONG TEN TIMES AND IT'S NOT EVEN LUNCH YET, WHAT THE HELL."
It was ... entertaining, probably? Maybe.
[OOC: ... this is every day in my office. Help. Post/gym open, though!]

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"... Everything okay?" he asked, raising an eyebrow a little at the yelling.
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"... 'sup."
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Well, point emphasized then.
"Come on then," she said, gesturing for him to follow her to where the sound system was. "It's just, like, not seeing the satellite thing even though it's connected, I think?"
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Which was kind of a shame, but there were really only so many hours in a day and she had a lot of other things to do as it was.
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She totally was, fine, but shh.
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Grinning very, very faintly.
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“Nothing wrong with being a nerd,” he said mildly.
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That wasn't the same thing as denying she was one, okay? Technically, as Jester would say.
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And then stopped to glare up at the speakers. "Fuckin' -- fuck off , Ed Sheeran!"
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"... maybe it just hates me."
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It was mostly a joke. Mostly.
"Not gonna lie, I did look for, like, gremlin teeth marks, but."
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Well, at least it was an improvement? If not exactly workout music.
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She paused and listened for a moment or two.
"I'm ... kind of into it, actually. It's, like, all soothing."
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