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11:30 AM
Who: Pia & Adam.
What: Adam needs money; Pia needs a gore monkey.
Where: Clean Sweep Cleaning.
When: Saturday, 22 January, shortly before the start of Pia's shift.
Warnings: Gore! And possibly other things.
Notes: Placeholder for a GDoc in progress.
While Adam was not entirely unfamiliar with CSC - and in a broader sense, their odd and messy line of work - he found it difficult to know what exactly to wear to day one of his foray into moonlighting. It seemed safe to assume some sort of protective gear might be provided, whether jumpsuit or coveralls or actual uniform, and at any rate he was leery of bringing his own work getup with him. And so he sat now in the front lobby of the business, predictably clad in black T-shirt and old jeans, toying idly with his ringless hands, his fingers twisting, bored, around one another, rubbing at lines made smooth and white by the absence of his usual accoutrements. He was waiting for Pia, his black eyes flicking back and forth from the door to his feet. He leaned down, rubbing at a scuff on one ancient black boot, and stifled a yawn.
What: Adam needs money; Pia needs a gore monkey.
Where: Clean Sweep Cleaning.
When: Saturday, 22 January, shortly before the start of Pia's shift.
Warnings: Gore! And possibly other things.
Notes: Placeholder for a GDoc in progress.
While Adam was not entirely unfamiliar with CSC - and in a broader sense, their odd and messy line of work - he found it difficult to know what exactly to wear to day one of his foray into moonlighting. It seemed safe to assume some sort of protective gear might be provided, whether jumpsuit or coveralls or actual uniform, and at any rate he was leery of bringing his own work getup with him. And so he sat now in the front lobby of the business, predictably clad in black T-shirt and old jeans, toying idly with his ringless hands, his fingers twisting, bored, around one another, rubbing at lines made smooth and white by the absence of his usual accoutrements. He was waiting for Pia, his black eyes flicking back and forth from the door to his feet. He leaned down, rubbing at a scuff on one ancient black boot, and stifled a yawn.