Just a smalltown girl...

"Seriously?" said Bo on entering her office. Because seriously?

Bad enough that all her calls to Portalocity were coming back Contact Declined this week, like somebody over there was actively trying to make sure she couldn't escape to Wales and certain undead residents thereof when certain feelings she lived with every day started twisting up the dial to Spinal Tap levels, but now this?

This being a security office now liberally bestrewn with colorful latex circles and squares (equal opportunity desecration; she supposed that was nice), battery-operated objects of various sizes and shapes, some more humanoid than others ("TENTACLES, KENZI? REALLY?"), some even already turned on (...shut up) like the line of yellow plastic ducks merrily buzzing their way across her desk.

Like her libido needed any had-to-have-come-from-'Dite's encouragement this week? And as for the leather swing hanging from a sturdy pair of chains affixed to the ceiling in the middle of the room...

Actually, that looked kind of fun. Maybe it would even cool her off a little bit?

Orrr maybe not. On the other hand, working up a sweat as she swung back and forth was keeping Bo just dizzy enough to forget why she was supposed to be annoyed about this.

{Aaaaaaand the followthrough, because there's always followthrough.}

[OOC: Office redecoration modded with permission, nay instigation from regretiz4suckas. Open, but... sex pollen. Succubus. Probably not safe for work despite the fact that she's at work.]

The can is there to hold in the linkspam.

I Love the Smell of Burning Polyester (Kenzi)
Oh Paintball Hell, No
So Long, Man-Candy (Herc)
Welcome Picnic (Kenzi)
...Ratnipples? (Sherlock Holmes, Trick, the Librarian, Yakko Warner)
Not a Pony WHEEEEEEE (Callie, Tyrion, Kitty, the Librarian, Mitchell)
Oh Tiny Ringo, NO. (Tiny)
50 Shades of IMMA CUT U TINY (Kenzi, Loki, the Librarian, Tiny)
Go DUCK piss. (Mitchell)
A Nice Night in Honolulu Heights (Mitchell, George, Nina, and God knows where Annie is)
Angry Olives (Jaina)

Saturday's weirdness? It hadn't exactly gone away, but it had died down a bit when Bo hermited herself up in her own place for a few days. Enough that she could talk sanely to insane people and while the delivery guy from Pizza Planet stumbled away muttering about the best tip ever, he was still conscious and vertical at the time, so it counted as a win.

So... maybe it was safe to try venturing out? She had to come into work sometime, after all, and things were still kind of...warm, but not out of control when she stepped out the door into the street.

One walk to school through the oh, so fresh air and twelve sneezes later, she'd found out the answer to that the hard way.

Which was why it was Bo who stumbled now -- out of the janitor's closet.

From behind her came the shuffle-scrape-THUD of someone doing the first three steps of a soft-shoe before giving up and collapsing to the floor with a faint but not unhappy groan.

"Don't you judge me. Don't you DARE judge me!" she stammered defensively to... an empty hallway.

Right. Okay. She'd get to her office eventually, but right now she'd just stay here and hold up this wall for a minute or an hour or two. Until she figured out why, even buzzing with energy as she was now, Bo was still hungry.

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[OOC: Highly likely to be some flavor of NWS. Expecting two, but open to random encounters of the polleny variety! Though for the sake of not juggling logistics, let's OOCly limit the unexpected to people it's safe to have random polleny encounters with.]

This week's postcard was from Barbados, actually, not Morocco. It still put a much-needed smile on Bo's face as she relaxed in front of the tv with a Guinness in honor of other absent friends.

[OOC: for the tricksy tiny one. No, not him. The other tricksy tiny one. The one she's actually met.]

Why I Hate Gremlins, By Bo Jones, Age 29 (Jake, Jono, Hercules, Kenzi)
Portalocity ... kind of doesn't suck? (Trick)
Mitchell's Place (...Guess)
Grownup Pyjama Party At Caritas (Kitty, Herc, Jono, Cindy)

"Oh look, there's a ceiling."

Because, you know, yesterday, there hadn't been.

There hadn't been a Mitchell, either.

The math here will not be left as an exercise for the student, though Kenzi will undoubtedly do it anyway.

[OOC: For the resident!]

Saturday: Devil's Nest (Loki, Eric)
Sunday: Theatre (Mitchell)

Fall Break
Monday: Jake | Ramona and Topher
Tuesday: Habitat for Humanity
Thursday: NOT KISSING THE FISH, JAKE (Kenzi, Jake)
Friday: Spa

Saturday: Homecoming
Friday: Fluffy Bunny Crime Scene (Kenzi, Bart)
Saturday: Devil's Nest
Saturday: Devil's Nest (Tyrion)
Sunday: Theatre (Mitchell)

Bo didn't like that a weekend wakeup -- before she even opened her eyes -- of "at least it couldn't be worse than last Saturday" was starting to become habitual.

Know what she disliked even more than that? When she was wrong.

"What the *&^*&$&^%&(^%)*_^)$&%^$&*^%&^%^&*@@@?!1!?" She said it before the mirror, she said it to the mirror, she said it after the mirror. Then to her closet -- how the hell was she going to go to work like this? -- but by that time she'd at least managed to cut off the What the...

Then she said, "*&^*&$&^%&(^%)*_^)$&%^$&*^%&^%^&*@@@?!1! I need pants!" but that was to her phone.

[OOC: for the dude on the other end of the line.]