fandomtownies | Fix & Clean- Early Friday... ACTUALLY... Who Knows?

Dwight was feeling better than he had the last two days since the drinking binge with Amaya. Though there was still a dull ache and throbbing at the back of his skull from all those rounds, which had been at least a round or maybe two too many. But he had gone to work with far worse before so he was hoping to be able to get back to that project he and Amaya had been working on, totally oblivious to anything unusual or repetitive or non-shooty about today. As far as he knew, it was Friday morning - for the first time that week- and he needed to get over to Amaya's with an update on the progress he had made.

In the shop, he began to take stock of where he stood and what all still needed to be done to get the first display counter to a more finished and finalized state. There was still some sanding to do before he could get to the finer details of any engraving work Amaya might want. And actually, come to think of it, he should probably get her thoughts on how things looked so far before getting too much into it. They had so far been discussing things pretty remotely, so it was probably a good idea to get here over to the shop at some point to have a look for herself. Dwight figured there was time for that and he could get a little more work done on things before he needed to bother her again.

A whimper and yelp from the other side of the shop pulled Dwight out of his fog as he filled his cup with freshly made coffee. He looked at a rather pathetic-looking pup standing at the door of the shop, yapping at the thick layer of goo that was already forming on the ground. Marshmallow snow. That was definitely a new one.

“Sorry, Snoopy,” he said as he knelt down and rubbed the pup’s head apologetically. “There’s no way I am taking you out into that. We’ll go for a walk as soon as it clears up, ok boy?”

With a slight sigh, he stood and went back to the workbench to try and get something productive done that day.

[Post and shop are Open and the totally non-remembering Dwight is also available]

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Miguel woke up, met Rosa coming home, got told about the time loop and threatened with a large pink dog, and listened to radio.

Then he picked up his UMF outfit and stalked over to Dwight's place.

"Right. Put this on. Congratulations, you're Spider-man for the day. No arguing."

Dwight was about to point Miguel towards the coffee pot of fresh brew as usual, but didn't get the chance to get a word in.

"Ok...." he started as he stared down at the suit that Miguel had all but thrown at him. "Why... what... Miguel, what the heck is going on?" Dwight asked, a completely bewildered look on his face.

Miguel crossed his arms. "You don't listen to radio, I take it. Apparently, we're in some sort of time loop thing, it's not Friday, it's actually Monday, and you've been shot the last few days and died because your shirt is...somewhere, the squirrels didn't get that invasive. So wear the damn suit and stop getting killed already."

"Ha-ha.. good one there Miguel. Trying to pull a fast one over me... My shirts in the wash, just haven't gotten it switched over to finish drying yet. But that is a nice try there...." Dwight paused as he saw the look on Miguel's face.

"I've been listening to the radio... except this morning." He started, trying to mull over everything Miguel had just dumped on him. "A time loop? Like.. a GroundHog Day kinda thing?"

"I guess that could happen...I mean, I haven't ever experienced one but I know there were Troubles that messed with time and such."

"Something like that," Miguel agreed. "Now put on the outfit and stay home, okay?"

"Ya know... I can just stay home and not go anywhere, and by-pass the need for the suite..." Dwight tailed off and then sighed. "you aren't going to leave till I put the dang thing on are you?" he asked giving Miguel a look that was half snark half bewilderment.

"Nope," Miguel confirmed. "I don't trust idiots with guns as far as you could kick them." He waggled the suit at Dwight.

"Ok ok... fine...." Dwight relented as he took the suit from Miguel and gave it a look over. "And this stuff will stretch enough to fit?" he queried with a raised eyebrow.

"It's the same size as yours," Miguel said. "UMF."

It was less "stretchy" and more "adjusted itself to the size it needed".

"Right.... ok then" Dwight said as he gave the suite another glance then headed into the back room to change, coming out a few minutes later.

"I look and feel absolutely ridiculous in this" Dwight informed Miguel. "I definitely don't pull this look off as good as you do..."

Miguel picked up his phone and snapped a picture, because he was a good friend.

"Yeah, but you won't get killed by bullets."

Dwight gave Miguel a look that was half "how dare you" annoyance and half "Et tu, Brute'" betrayal.

"You ARE going to delete that if it doesn't reset with everything else right? RIGHT?"

"Eh, we'll see." Miguel smirked. "You never know when I might need blackmail."

"Just remember I have photos of you from the road trip that could always 'accidently' get sent to Rosa" Dwight countered with a mock glare that quickly faded into a grin.

"But seriously, thanks" he said gesturing to the suit. "Appreciate the thought and concern."

Miguel snorted. "She's got enough blackmail, she doesn't need more." He shrugged. "Yeah, pretty sure 'try to keep you from dying' is the absolute least a friend can do."

"And just having a good friend or two is nothing to sneeze at either" Dwight said with a simple grin.

"So.... any idea when all this," he said waves vaguely at everything, "is going to get back to some semblance of normal?"

"...It's Fandom." There was no normal, Dwight.

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