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fandomtownies2021-02-14 10:54 pm
notallbluemonks) wrote in fandomtownies2021-02-14 10:54 pm
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Atlas Gym, Monday (2/15)
Someone, apparently, had left a cup of coffee out on the front desk since... sometime between Beau's last shift and today, she could tell that much. To be fair, the apparently endless supply of the damn protein shaker bottles had hidden it pretty well, so okay, whatever, understandable mistake to make. Still, the cup was super gross, and even had weird green fumes wafting off the remainder of the coffee in it.
"Dude," Beau yelled, just sort of in general, as she hurried to the break room to dump the horrifying mess into the sink. "Really? Like, really?"
(Look, the green fumes reminded her a little bit of the damn poison, or acid or whatever it was, troll in the Lebenda Swamp that had tried to run off with hersetting a precedent, sigh almost-dead self. And remembering that damn troll irritated her.)
She drop-kicked one of the protein shaker bottles across the lobby floor as a convenient scapegoat for her annoyance, but... you know, she hadn't yet figured out who was behind the shipment of bottles in the first place. So that was a thing to do in her bouts of down time: keep trying to get the answer to that question.
If she didn't know any better, she'd wonder if Dairon had set this up as a lesson in patience, but honestly, this entire damn place was a lesson in patience some weeks.
[OOC: The Sims 4 ate me, and how often I have to clean out the coffee pot is my pet peeve, so...
Open, anyway.]
"Dude," Beau yelled, just sort of in general, as she hurried to the break room to dump the horrifying mess into the sink. "Really? Like, really?"
(Look, the green fumes reminded her a little bit of the damn poison, or acid or whatever it was, troll in the Lebenda Swamp that had tried to run off with her
She drop-kicked one of the protein shaker bottles across the lobby floor as a convenient scapegoat for her annoyance, but... you know, she hadn't yet figured out who was behind the shipment of bottles in the first place. So that was a thing to do in her bouts of down time: keep trying to get the answer to that question.
If she didn't know any better, she'd wonder if Dairon had set this up as a lesson in patience, but honestly, this entire damn place was a lesson in patience some weeks.
[OOC: The Sims 4 ate me, and how often I have to clean out the coffee pot is my pet peeve, so...
Open, anyway.]