Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Wednesday
After the usual prep for the day, Coulson made his way to the meditation room. It was, of course, blindingly pink in "honor" of Umbridge. There were cat-shaped pillows all over, and the pillows that weren't shaped like cats had pictures of cats on them. Over the audio system, Coulson was pumping in cat meows.
He considered just having a cat or two in the meditation room for people to pet if they wanted to relax, but he figured that if the rest of the store was secretly a passive aggressive attack on Umbridge, her powers, and her rules, this room might as well be ironic. And, frankly, tacky enough that it might pass suspicion.
If anyone needed Coulson, he would just be a minute. All of these pillows didn't fluff themselves, after all.
[OOC: Open, but standard work slowness.]
He considered just having a cat or two in the meditation room for people to pet if they wanted to relax, but he figured that if the rest of the store was secretly a passive aggressive attack on Umbridge, her powers, and her rules, this room might as well be ironic. And, frankly, tacky enough that it might pass suspicion.
If anyone needed Coulson, he would just be a minute. All of these pillows didn't fluff themselves, after all.
[OOC: Open, but standard work slowness.]