Who: Phil Coulson and Open What: Working When: Wednesday afternoon Where: The casino Warnings: TBA Status: Open/On-going
A good portion of the town was on edge at the moment, because of the angels, and Phil wouldn't lie -- he was absolutely one of them. He had friends that were gone, employees that were gone. And since there was nothing he could really do about it, he'd settled for checking in on his people every so often and working probably a little more than he should.
Alright, no "probably" about it. That was just part of how he functioned.
His security staff was used to seeing him roaming the floor, looking more like one of them than one of the people in charge. That worked to his advantage, though, and was more helpful than almost anything else he could do. Not that he was out there actively looking to catch people, he just needed to be doing something that wasn't paperwork. He'd deal with that later. Right now, he needed to be moving around since being on the move let his brain kick into an almost disengaged mode -- he could do this without even having to think about it, and sometimes that wasn't so bad.