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Who: batmanmecha and regeneratesalot
When: Evening, before sirens
Where: Wayside Inn. AKA that place Duo is still employed at.
Summary: Some one had a bad day.
Warnings: Swearing. Dramatics. SHENANIGANS.
Things at Wayside were, at best, slow. It wasn't that there wasn't any business at all, just that the winter months saw intermittent spikes of activity most of the time. People tried their best to stay in doors as much as possible and the earlier sirens really only affected those who worked late enough to need a place to stay through them, rather than the random people who used the length and heat of the summer months to stay out all night.
So for some one who was mostly on-call maintenance for there and for other places, it was getting a little boring for him to just be sitting around after his equipment and appliance checks during the day with nothing else to do until some one called him. And it was really hard to look productive when there was nothing to be productive with.
So he sat in the maintenance office, tinkering with something rather large, unaware that somewhere in the city a certain friend of his was having a really bad day.
When: Evening, before sirens
Where: Wayside Inn. AKA that place Duo is still employed at.
Summary: Some one had a bad day.
Warnings: Swearing. Dramatics. SHENANIGANS.
Things at Wayside were, at best, slow. It wasn't that there wasn't any business at all, just that the winter months saw intermittent spikes of activity most of the time. People tried their best to stay in doors as much as possible and the earlier sirens really only affected those who worked late enough to need a place to stay through them, rather than the random people who used the length and heat of the summer months to stay out all night.
So for some one who was mostly on-call maintenance for there and for other places, it was getting a little boring for him to just be sitting around after his equipment and appliance checks during the day with nothing else to do until some one called him. And it was really hard to look productive when there was nothing to be productive with.
So he sat in the maintenance office, tinkering with something rather large, unaware that somewhere in the city a certain friend of his was having a really bad day.