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You damn near feel something leak out of your ear as you constantly refer to and recheck the catalogs. But you finally manage to get a solid list. You ship off the relevant purchase choices while a pile of rejected lists are sprawled on your desk.
>QUOTA MANAGEMENT, Precure Favoritism, Maid Robot, KILLER QUEEN Android, Drone(?), Trauma Kit x2, MBF Model 129, OPEN/CLOSE Protocol, Pinching Pennies, Harder is Better, Facial Hair Products, Antique Wielding Torch, BONECUTTER FOR WOMEN, Counterfeit Bullet, Tenderization, FOR THE GREATER GOOD, JUDGEMENT FOR BEYOND, AA Cybernetics, Field Research, and EMBRACE THE VIOLENCE Discography will arrive/be active next shift.
>3 A, 3 C, and 3 ICP left (You feel weird about this. In a good way?)
You think you've had enough time out thinking and worrying about money. It's time to get onto a 'grindset', a 'workout routine', a-
[BOUND BY DUTY] Cease.
Right. You grab the coat and wrap it around you to give you that little bit of physical energy to get up. Your mind races too much most of the time, you're not too concerned about it making you lazy.
Now your other employees? Yeah, you worry, since you don't really have much knowledge on this PARADIGM. It hasn't fucked you over yet, at least. Nevertheless, you proceed down to the training room. You fiddle around with your MP3 to get the proper workout music on your way over.
<span class="mu-b">A weird shudder can be felt in the air as you pass by Fortune's room.</span> For a split second, you almost thought you saw someone. But there was nothing there.
Down the elevator and to the second floor...
You manage to reach the room in question without any complications. The same sign that Dustin wrote is still plastered on the door but a few other things are scribbled down on it. Most are written in a grey and brown pen but one of them is a bright green.
"delta please stop smashing holes into the wall"
"DO NOT arm wrestle Zero holy shit"
"Please be considerate to your other workers. Do not hog equipment or machines."
"To Presley and Zayne: Only living creatures can gain muscle mass. I do not understand why you keep coming here."
"Please pace yourself! Don't hurt yourself! 00111100 00110011"
You open the door after getting a small chuckle out of what you read. It's what you expect out of a training room. Treadmills, punching bags, various well-used weights, the works. A few employees are minding their own business as they work out.
Quick headcount...huh. Some people you wanted to talk to are here. Uriel, Lily, Roxy, and Celanine are doing some standard exercise routines (your eyes trace Roxy spinning, trying to bit her tail) while Presley and Zayne are busy chatting. AFYN is resting comfortably in Presley's grasp.
You take a moment to stretch. A black droplet of sweat runs down your forehead. Alright, time to socialize and exercise. This is going to burn you out majorly but pain begets character. And you got that training tape for a reason.
