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There was a gremlin in the store today. Sabine assumed it was eyeing something in one particular case, which of course she wasn't going to let it get. So they were in a standoff, just watching each other and waiting for the other one to make a move.

Times like this, maybe she should be wearing her armor again.

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seriesofbaddecisions

It sounded like someone had an automated video running somewhere in the background. Just a calm male voice from somewhere, like he was reporting on a news story (that could have just been an article). It might have been better if the words could be understood, but it was just a little too quiet.

Sabine had no idea where it was coming from. She'd checked all the tech she had around just in case, even though she knew it was probably a Fandom thing. It was slowly driving her batty, though, so today's mission was to find the source of the noise, and probably kill it.

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seriesofbaddecisions

You know what Sabine brought to work today? A normal coffee that tasted like exactly what she ordered.

That probably shouldn't be something to put you in a good mood to do your job today, but that's where things were now. The shop was open and the person in charge wasn't cranky.

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seriesofbaddecisions

The weapons shop was full of teddy bears today. All different sizes and colors, on every available surface. It wasn't impossible to get to anything, but it'd be work on moving all of them.

So when Sabine was bored enough she ended up sitting on the floor near the door, leaning against a teddy bear bigger than her, sketching it so she remembered this later.

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seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine was doing some cleaning to do, partly because it needed to be done but mostly because it was something to do. Swords probably didn't need a lot of dusting but maybe they needed some dusting.

She also had some pretty loud music going on. You could probably hear it outside with the door closed. Sometimes you gotta.

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the_ghoul

The Ghoul tended to come and go as he pleased, and it figured the one time he showed up to his job there was nonsense going on. When he opened up one storage closet it was filled to the brim with hockey masks. Then he had to sign off on a shipment that turned out to be just rusty machetes.

"All right."

Let's just hope the next shipment wasn't horny teens or giant freaks with mommy issues.

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the_ghoul

The Ghoul and Dogmeat were behind the desk, not doing much in particular. The Ghoul had a cup of the blackest coffee he could get, and Dogmeat was chewing on a stick she had picked up on the walk here. He was well aware of a party later but, no, he would not be showing up to that.

Ghouls didn't use roller skates. It'd mess with his whole vibe.

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seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine would be lying if she said she wasn't a little bored lately. Maybe it was a sign to visit home for a bit? See some people, make them worry less?

For now she was being bored at work, not really sketching as much as doodling, and occasionally looking up like she was making sure the inventory was still there. Yep. Sure was.

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the_ghoul

The Ghoul was back at work on Friday. Not really doing much of anything, but he was there if someone decided to come in. Now would he be helpful? That was anyone's guess. But he was there. That counted for something.

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the_ghoul

The Ghoul hadn't had a sitting-at-a-desk job in...well in forever. He basically had gone from marine to actor to bounty hunter. Sitting in a multicolored room behind a counter was entirely new for him. Even Dogmeat was giving him a look that was like "Are we seriously doing this"?

"We need the caps--money." He would have been looting pre-war money like crazy if he had known he'd be needing it again.

The guns at least were comforting.

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seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine was a little grumbly coming into work today, given all the work she'd done on the building that a) came to life and tried to kill her, and b) wasn't even there anymore. She'd worked for days!

It was fine. She'd feel less cranky after dealing with weapons all day.

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seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine hadn't really done a ton of big stuff in recent memory, and it really felt good to be creative and make something again. She'd worked on the mural till she ran out of light the night before, and was up early to finish the details she kept thinking to add.

Only when she got there, the Fandom Warrior people she'd painted had apparently wandered straight off her mural, and the spiky, smoky grey monster with the big eyes and the lamprey mouth that Dean had named Spike was standing out in front of the building like he was waiting.

"Uh. I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be up there," Sabine said slowly, hitching a thumb towards the wall.

Spike came closer, which made Sabine take a couple steps back, but he bowed low in front of her- he was tall, because monster- and presented his head for pets. This might be weird and adorable?

Also this was really gonna affect the work she had planned to do today.

[Open! In my head he's got Toothless vibes.]

seriesofbaddecisions

It was not out of the ordinary at all to see Sabine taking a whole bunch of paint to a building facade. That's why so many of the warehouses looked like they did. It was a little weird that she'd gotten so much done already, maybe.

On the wall, she'd painted part of the town in a way that looked like the street they were on, and the outline of some kind of spiky monster was taking shape on the left hand side. A lot of detail work still had to be done all around. Sabine didn't know exactly what he'd look like yet as after sketching out ideas for the last couple weeks she was freewheeling now, but to her he looked sort of cute.

There was a lot of paint and a ladder for when she got to the higher parts, and while she'd expected this to take a few days maybe she'd actually have it done today? It felt feasible.

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seriesofbaddecisions

If you thought Sabine would be over last Wednesday by now, you'd be mistaken. She wasn't trying to address it or anything, but there was a reason her hair was blue now. It was just too much to think about and it was manifesting in sitting behind the counter with her feet up on the display, sketching. Semi-aggressively.

Yes, you can semi-aggressively sketch. Don't judge her.

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seriesofbaddecisions

Yesterday had been a lot, and of course Sabine was still having big feelings about it. She hadn't slept well because she was stuck thinking about too many things, and it was pretty lucky she worked at a job where she could just head to the back and shoot something. She put up a little sign in the store reading "JUST YELL" in big, stylized block letters- no one ever came in, it was fine- and headed for the back.

At least now she could put some of those feelings into being mad that she wasn't better at shooting now.

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seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine couldn't say work was exciting or anything, but at least it did give Sabine time to herself. Which was how she ended up sitting on the floor, drawing a small parade of gremlins, alots, porgs and teal deer in a line above one of the baseboards. Maybe she'd do something more with it, maybe it would stay a thing no one else ever noticed that was just for her. The real problem was that this would absolutely not take up a whole shift.

At least with new people around there was a "now hiring" sign up again.

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seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine was trying to get work done, but someone kept calling and trying to order a pizza. She'd directed them to Pizza Planet, she'd informed them of online options, she'd tried not answering or answering in Mando'a, and she'd even tried taking the order herself. They kept calling.

The next step was to throw the phone outside. Let's see what happened then.

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seriesofbaddecisions

An order had been delivered today, which was weird because Sabine had not ordered anything. Maybe it had been done before she started? Whatever, it gave her something to do.

The package was full of water guns.

Okay maybe today was going to be spent figuring out what to do with these.

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thedadalorian

Well, today didn't seem too strange. Which was Din's first mistake. Constant vigilance was needed or something.

But right now he was settled in, mostly just watch the kid play on the pillows in the mediation room. It was soothing, okay?

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grenadesandohana

Steve had made arrangements with the shop owner to use the shooting range on a weekly basis, but that didn't mean he wasn't there early to give the entire place an obsessive inspection himself. He had pulled out ear, eye and head protection (safety was more important than looking particularly great) and he was checking his weapon one more time as he waited for Will to arrive. "I'm not teaching you how to shoot," he told the little green face he caught peeking around the corner. "You're like a foot tall."

[OOC: Expecting one, but public post and all that.]

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