( open ) bad news like a suckerpunch

[apolly]

A. JUSTICE LAW OFFICES

Maybe you dropped by because you know of the lawyer in charge, you have a question about school, you're lost and looking for directions, the possibilities are endless.

It's early morning and no one seems to be in the front lobby at the moment, even if the door's unlocked. But a door off to the left is open, someone coughing their lungs out, but the sound is stopped short whenever the front door bell goes off.

Apollo is sick with a cold. Apparently sick enough for a futon to be laid out on his office floor (thanks to employees), so Apollo peaks around his office's entrance to see who it is. ...From the floor. This isn't an exactly normal picture.

"Can I help you?" He sounds like a frog.

B. GROCERY SHOPPING

Evening time, Apollo only has rare instances where he can actually show up at a store and get some much needed stocking done.

He's got the goods: food, hygeine, some house supplies and of course coffee. Tons of it, because he's currently buying about four tubs of it and dropping it into his cart.

C. MISC go wild. brackets are a-ok.

Comments

A

[detectiveofthewest]

"Hey, Apollo!" Heiji shoved his head in the front door. He was carrying a small bunch of plastic grocery bags that crinkled in his hands. "Whatcha doin' on the floor? Heard you were feelin' a little under the weather, so I brought some food."

A pair of faces peeked in through the door under Heiji's; they seemed to belong to two little girls.

[ B ]

[warmheartedly]

Oh.

The dude dumping enough coffee to keep the entirety of Sweden awake is her teacher. Magra makes a face when she realises and lowers her phone before she could sneakily take his picture to have shown her friends later. It's always so weird to see a teacher out of their natural habitat. "Mr. Apollo? Is that you?"

Nearby, Clara is trying to take out some of the things from Magra's cart that's mostly full of what you expect a girl her age to have: Chocolate, sweets, instant noodles, chips, and other unhealthy things that make up the average student's diet.

a.

[damnyank]

A green jacketed arm pushes the door open, followed by two scuffed up leather boots. When Apollo finally gets a good view of Jackson's face, he's staring down at him, quizzically. Well, isn't someone comfy-- he's sorta jealous, Reid would never let him lounge around on the job like that.

Wait, wait... taking in the pallor of his skin, the irritated red of a cold-plagued nose. Oh gee, fantastic. He's sick.

Jackson takes a good step back, before addressing Apollo.

"I got some questions to ask you, about your neighbor-- three doors down, across the hallway," he says. "Work with me, and I'll keep this quick."

B.

[blind_badass]

One of the hardest things about moving to a new place was having to find new places to go. It took time to find new places to get money, gas, clothes and of course, food. Moving around a grocery store to find the bread, milk and pizza rolls you really needed could prove challenging in a new store.

Trying to do that blind added an extra layer of challenge. Snake pushed his cart slowly and frequently consulted a map of the store, running his fingers over it. If he was lucky, maybe he could get out here before the buses stopped running.

He did hear someone approaching him from behind so he moved his cart to the side. Memorizing the layout of a new store was one of the most frustrating things about moving.

B

[livelongenough]

Two hundred years have refined a trait in Henry that he was doomed to have since birth: he is a snob. While he tries to be open-minded about other people and their situations, Doctor Morgan is thoroughly uptight about food. His son is a culinary genius -- and he will defend that to anyone who disagrees -- and he's learned to be very picky over the years. After all, there was no point in being alive forever if one didn't at least try and take care of what was being put in the body.

"That brand? Really?"

He can recognise the other teacher from Redbright easily. He might have gone away from teaching, but he's still part of their Outreach program. Just also (and far more happily) settling in with his new position within Scotland Yard... technically as an inside agent for the Night Council. Someone officially in charge of making sure secrecy is kept even in the morgues.

"I insist you at least try this one," he says, pulling a small bag off the shelf. "It tastes better and is far more efficient."

A

[mensrea]

When the bell chimes this time, it announces the arrival of a certain teenage employee. He’s returned from a quick run to the nearest convenience store, with a plastic bag of goodies in tow. And a surgical face mask strapped on. No way is he going to chance getting sick.

“Apolloooooo! You still dying in there, bud?”

Without waiting for an answer, he slides into the lawyer’s personal office. The sight is truly pathetic.