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defenderofdesmoines) wrote2020-12-05 07:27 am
defenderofdesmoines) wrote2020-12-05 07:27 am
MCA #1 | Saturday Morning into Afternoon
On Saturday morning, bright and early - like, so, so hatefully early - Annie ventured out to make good on a stupid promise she’d made. All right, it wasn’t a stupid promise, but it was one Annie was really regretting now, because she knew how bad it had looked when she’d left. So much glitter. So many spilled shots. She herself had straight-up poured beer on the floor at least once and had to actually replace a lightbulb. Who knew what had become of the various reindeer?
Plus, she knew there were almost certainly people in there who would need carbohydrates and coffee to get through this day, just like she would. So, Annie made her way into Rey’s apartment, laid out the assortment of bagels and donuts she’d picked up and set a pot of coffee on (caf was a mystery she would ask Rey about later, but she’d noticed the coffee in the pantry before she’d broken it.) Then, she made a few trips back up to her own apartment to grab her vacuum, that glitter thing Barry had made her (bless you, Barry), a case of water bottles, and a bunch of cleaning supplies.
By the time she was done, the coffee was too, and Annie still kind of wanted to die, but at least the people waking up here would have caffeine and water and carbs at their disposal.
[for those waking up here or kindly helping to clean!please hold for just a touch of OCD and we are good, ping at will!]
Plus, she knew there were almost certainly people in there who would need carbohydrates and coffee to get through this day, just like she would. So, Annie made her way into Rey’s apartment, laid out the assortment of bagels and donuts she’d picked up and set a pot of coffee on (caf was a mystery she would ask Rey about later, but she’d noticed the coffee in the pantry before she’d broken it.) Then, she made a few trips back up to her own apartment to grab her vacuum, that glitter thing Barry had made her (bless you, Barry), a case of water bottles, and a bunch of cleaning supplies.
By the time she was done, the coffee was too, and Annie still kind of wanted to die, but at least the people waking up here would have caffeine and water and carbs at their disposal.
[for those waking up here or kindly helping to clean!
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Catch them in their weird cult-y rituals!
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Hopefully being watched didn't make them mad!
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"Where do you live again?" Steve asked.
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"Across the hall from Liam," Stark said.
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"I know where that is," Steve said, grinning. "We've been over for dinner."
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"I thought you might."
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"Well, we don't want you to be targeted by raccoons," Steve said, dumping a fairly wobbly tower of Solo cups into Stark's trash bag."
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He can't sleep with one eye open, Steve. He's only got the one!
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"That's good. I would rather not be targeted." Anymore.
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Steve could relate.
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"Perhaps." He could also relate! Though he was getting a little better at it. Maybe. "That would be preferable."