Atlas Gym, Saturday
Fred had a proper letter waiting for him at work this week. No stamp, though. No return address.
All it said was for him to go meet someone at a diner on the mainland, next Wednesday.
He'd be there. He wanted answers. And to sock this jerk in the face.
Of course, being Fred, he was telling no one. The doofus.
But he was around at Atlas in case anyone wanted a personal trainer!
[ooc: OCD free and v open!]
All it said was for him to go meet someone at a diner on the mainland, next Wednesday.
He'd be there. He wanted answers. And to sock this jerk in the face.
Of course, being Fred, he was telling no one. The doofus.
But he was around at Atlas in case anyone wanted a personal trainer!
[ooc: OCD free and v open!]