fandomtownies | 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 her ~~setting 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.]

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Seivarden was in a good mood when she showed up in the morning, looking forward to starting the week with a workout.

"Nice kick," she said with a grin as she passed Beau. "What did the bottle do to deserve it?"

"Bring five million of its friends along," Beau grumbled. "Take one. Take a hundred, I don't care, I'm sick of seeing them."

She paused briefly.

"Ugh, are you like cheerful or something? Stop that."

That made Seivarden's grin grow wider.

"You know, no one here has ever accused me of being cheerful. It's usually the opposite."

Beau rolled her eyes. "It's all relative, you realize that, right?" She briefly recalled a conversation in which Nott had decided that Fjord was grumpy, he just stood next to Beau often enough that he looked cheerful. "Like, compared to usual, you're giving off this... good mood vibe. I'm not asking why, though, because I don't care."

"I would have been worried if you had," Seivarden said. Cheerfully.

"But this weekend was surprisingly fun, completely unrelated to the holiday, and as long as I'm stuck here I'm going to try to enjoy it."

"Ugh, I don't like it," Beau grumbled, waving her hands in a shooing gesture. "Can you go back to looking on the cranky side? This is fucking weird."

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"No."

You made this far too easy, Beau.

"But now I want to know why you want me to be unhappy."

Beau opened her mouth to say something, blinked for a second, and scowled. "Okay, okay, whatever, I don't want that. Fair. Do you like have fun annoying me or something?"

Dammit, that was supposed to be her thing.

"I'm not pretending to be in a good mood to annoy you," Seivarden said. "It's just been a good couple of days for once, and I'm going to enjoy that."

What she said was true, no sarcasm. It struck Seivarden that might make Beau even more suspicious.

"How was your weekend?"

She was torn between actually wanting to chat and sticking to their usual way of dealing with each other.

"It was fine," Beau said with a terse shrug of the 'none of your business' variety. The lack of sarcasm might've had something to do with that.

Was it weird that she found their usual way of dealing with each other kind of comforting? Over two years in Fandom and -- maybe it was because of the sheer unrelenting whimsy of this place -- she still didn't really feel like dealing with people here was the normal way things were supposed to go. All the being friendly and helpful and supportive and not for the most part backstabby, power hungry assholes.

It always felt kind of like an intricately constructed fantasy that would probably come crashing down someday. People being less pleasant kind of... distracted her from thinking her life here was too good to be true.

Which was why there was an extra edge of snide brattiness in her voice when she added, "What, do you actually give a shit or something?"

"I was trying to have a conversation," Seivarden said. "Does it matter if I care or not?"

"Maybe," Beau said, shrugging. "For the record, I'm taking everything you say with, like... a boulder of salt."

Was she trying to bait Seivarden into being annoyed with her?

Definitely, yes.

When Seivarden was in a good mood Beau reminded her a bit of a kid cousin with attitude, and thus not too annoying. This might change, obviously.

"Maybe? It maybe matters?"

Because you just had to tease a kid cousin with attitude.

"Context is everything," Beau said, scowling a little more at the sense that she was being teased.

"Like, I hate small talk for the sake of small talk, especially if you're just kind of like 'wow, I want to punch this person's fucking face in because they're the worst' inside the whole time, but you're trying to be polite or whatever. Not saying that's what you're doing, necessarily, or that that's my opinion --" she was just going to pause there, briefly, and let the implication that she wasn't not saying all that, either, hang in the air -- "but, you know, ask a bullshit question, get a bullshit answer, if it's just conversation for the sake of it. And why waste both of our time?"

"Is this you trying to tell me to shut up or talk about something important?"

Seivarden raised an eyebrow.

"That's a perfectly valid reading of what I just said, yeah."

Beau was really just laying the obnoxiousness on thick now.

"Do I get to pick which one?"

It was too hqrd to resist not teasing her in return.

Beau pulled a gold coin struck with the sun, stars, and horizon of the Clovis Concord crest out of her pocket and tossed it at Seivarden.

"Call it, heads or tails? And I want that coin back later, I risked my ass earning it."

Seivarden looked at the coin. "Heads or tails do I get to pick or not, or heads or tails which one?"

"Heads something important, tails shut up," Beau decided. "If it lands on its edge, though, I got nothing."

Seivarden flipped the coin and the sunset side ended up facing up.

"Is that heads or tails?"

"That's heads," Beau said, making a face. "Dammit."

It was a mostly performative complaint. Mostly.

"So how was your weekend?" Seivarden asked, returning to her original question.

"It was fine," Beau said again, with what was still a very and-that's-all-you're-getting vibe even if it was less bratty this time. Call it a years-old habit of keeping personal information to herself so it couldn't be used against her. "No weird Fandom shit interrupting it. 's good. Then I came in here this morning to find out these fucking shaker bottles might be breeding. Fuckin' Mondays, man."

"It could be worse than shakers," Seivarden observed.

"Yeah, you missed the rancid-ass coffee that was hidden behind some of them," Beau replied, and made a gagging noise. "I didn't even know coffee could turn that combination of colors, and I'm not convinced I wouldn't have started taking damage just from being near it after a little while."

"That sounds disgusting," Seivarden said, wrinkling her nose. "Still, no..." she made a gesture with her hand "...animals throwing weights at you."

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