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[christ_onabike]

Who: Patrick Donal Maguire and YOU. YES, YOU, YOU LUCKY THING.
When: Friday!
Where: All over the shop.
What: It's a day in the life of our favourite angry Irishman. As previously evidenced by... so many people. Too lazy for links. Pioneered by Mr Rube Sofer.
Warnings: Language. Oh, the language.

you folks know the drill by now.

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6:30 am. inmate men's bathroom.

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy is shaving, and paying very close attention to it. He's just got out the shower and has a towel draped around his shoulders. He doesn't expect many other people to be around at this time.]

10am. Deck/garden area

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy is ambling around deck, having a smoke, and curiously peering at some of the plants being grown in the garden. Not because he's particularly interested, it just gives him something to do whilst smoking.]

Re: 10am. Deck/garden area

[bob_fraser_snr]

[Bob was tending to a plant of white sage, which seemed to be growing strongly.]

10am. Deck/garden area

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy glanced over and took a long drag,] Well. Canadian bacon is after what, some fucking seasoning?

Re: 10am. Deck/garden area

[bob_fraser_snr]

It's medicinal. You place it in a bottle of water. Generally works like those horrific sports drinks, though it also cures sore throats. [Smokers get a lot of those, don't they? Though Paddy wasn't about to get a lecture on the subject, even if the man wasn't dead, rendering long term health problems somewhat academic.]

12 PM (I'M AN IDIOT) lunch.

[christ_onabike]

[He's now sitting and eating a sandwich and peering at his journal, seeing who was doing something insane today. It's possibly the most unceremonious thing you've ever seen. It's just a sandwich, guys.]

12 PM (I'M AN IDIOT) lunch - yes I'm taking two and I don't even care :3

[intofireforever]

[And Laura, finally finished with the work for lunch, takes her own food out and sits next to Paddy. She'll help with the cleanup when she's done eating.]

Hi.

12 PM (I'M AN IDIOT) lunch -have at.

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy looks up and gives her a smile,] Afternoon. How was work?

12 PM (I'M AN IDIOT) lunch

[intofireforever]

[She frowns a little.] Pointless. All we ever do is make sandwiches and other stuff anyone could make in half a minute. It's not what I was picturing when I volunteered.

How's your day so far?

2pm. the gym.

[christ_onabike]

[The only excuse he really had for coming to the gym was to be vaguely social whilst he beat punch bags to a pulp. He could do it in his room, but he reserved that for when he was really angry, so today he was just hanging around the gym, giving a punching bag a piece of his mind. Or, just doing it because it was familiar and easy.]

Re: 2pm. the gym.

[lt_n_uhura]

[Uhura's runs normally were reserved for the evening, but she needed some time to unwind. So, as she completed her final circuit on the track, she noted her inmate and wandered over, a bottle of water in her hand.]

No funny stick figures on this one?

Re: 2pm. the gym.

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy pulled back, then gave Uhura a sideways glance, as he hadn't noticed her here.] I've discovered that I can imagine you fine without, actually.

Or, I didn't feel like punching your face in today. Your choice.

Re: 2pm. the gym.

[lt_n_uhura]

[She actually laughed at that, taking a drink and shaking her head.]

Well, I haven't pissed you off today, so I suppose I will just assume the last one.

6pm. the kitchen.

[christ_onabike]

FUCK! I dropped the fucking potatoes! We need more fucking potatoes!

[A pause]

Malc. Potatoes, yeah, you lovely fucking jock?

Re: 6pm. the kitchen.

[f_ckitybye]

Suppose it's too fucking much to hope you dropped them before you boiled them?

[Takes one look at the mess.]

Aw, fucking hell.

[Trudges off to get the ones he's already peeled and to peel some more.]

Re: 6pm. the kitchen.

[christ_onabike]

If I'd have fucking done that, I'd have washed them, c'mon...

[He frowns and starts to clean the floor, as he always tidied up after himself]

Ta, Malc.

Re: 6pm. the kitchen.

[f_ckitybye]

That's a fucking round of pea-shelling you owe me.

[He puts a bowl of peeled potatoes down at Paddy's station and goes back to his own.]