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Outside the Perk, Friday Morning
Jul. 31st, 2015 11:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nookiepoweredAfter an hour or so at Atlas had confirmed Bo's fears that her super-strength and a lot of her fighting reflexes hadn't carried over to this Kenzi-less reality, she'd spent yesterday just wandering around observing the new bits and people of the town without poking hard enough to get more than the odd back off, lady look. Trying to act Normal. Something she'd wanted for years, but now that she had it, normal was.... weird. Not hungry or worried about getting that way, but weak, and unconnected, and kind of empty, and...weird.
Normal had still been the plan today, at least until somebody pointed Bo at something she could help with besides hitting or hitting on whatever passed for the bad guys this time. But that was before the tattooed barista with the purple mohawk who could pass for a member of Tiny's extended family refused to hand over her coffee. "Excuse me?"
"For this latte and a chance to win what's behind curtain number three," Mohawk Dude repeated, gesturing to a curtain that wasn't remotely there, "What's the capital city of Finland?"
"Why would I know, why would I care, why would you care, and why am I not drinking that coffee right now?"
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't give you the prize if you don't answer the question correctly."
"I just paid you for--- ugh." Guess whose phone not only couldn't reach Kenzi or Tamsin, let alone any of her off-island friends, but also wouldn't load any websites besides the Moobyland employee payroll login screen? "Reykjavik?"
It was the sad, condescending smile that pushed her over the edge. Into pointless rage, she thought for a second, since no powers and if she threw a punch at that she could say goodbye to weird normal and embrace her new life as a pancake.
Then the herring started splatting on his head.
Which was why you could now find Bo standing on the night-dark street, one hand busy directing a shower of fish down on anything shaped like a dog or carrying a weapon, the other holding quite firmly to her large triple caramello. Sure, this left her soaking wet from the real rain, but...coffee.
[OOC: Haha j/k I totally know it's Oslo.]
Normal had still been the plan today, at least until somebody pointed Bo at something she could help with besides hitting or hitting on whatever passed for the bad guys this time. But that was before the tattooed barista with the purple mohawk who could pass for a member of Tiny's extended family refused to hand over her coffee. "Excuse me?"
"For this latte and a chance to win what's behind curtain number three," Mohawk Dude repeated, gesturing to a curtain that wasn't remotely there, "What's the capital city of Finland?"
"Why would I know, why would I care, why would you care, and why am I not drinking that coffee right now?"
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't give you the prize if you don't answer the question correctly."
"I just paid you for--- ugh." Guess whose phone not only couldn't reach Kenzi or Tamsin, let alone any of her off-island friends, but also wouldn't load any websites besides the Moobyland employee payroll login screen? "Reykjavik?"
It was the sad, condescending smile that pushed her over the edge. Into pointless rage, she thought for a second, since no powers and if she threw a punch at that she could say goodbye to weird normal and embrace her new life as a pancake.
Then the herring started splatting on his head.
Which was why you could now find Bo standing on the night-dark street, one hand busy directing a shower of fish down on anything shaped like a dog or carrying a weapon, the other holding quite firmly to her large triple caramello. Sure, this left her soaking wet from the real rain, but...coffee.
[OOC: Haha j/k I totally know it's Oslo.]
