#wheelsupinthirty

[beautifclminds]

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry (( aaron's definition of singing is probably more humming/groaning LMAO ))

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS !

[text: Hotch] You call that singing? I thought maybe you wanted me to listen to a cat dying.[text: Hotch] Just how drunk are you, anyway? 

[yourbaristahatesyou]

I work in a Starbucks inside a mall and people constantly come to our store just to use the bathroom (because ours are very clean) and get a free cup of water (because ours is the "best"). I'm talking at least 20 free waters a day to people who didn't even purchase anything, and people who come in every day, never purchase anything, and ask for a water every single time. I'm wondering where to draw the line because it's fucking annoying and a waste of cups.

My mall store didn’t have a bathroom (which I loved!). As for the waters, just mark them out in the POS and it takes care of inventory.

[yourbaristahatesyou]

I single-barred a 37-transaction half-hour this weekend; nearly every drink was a frappuccino. I'm kinda proud of myself.

Congrats!!

[moth-gurl]

Once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly, then send it to 10 of your favourite followers! :)

hey thanks for sending!

um okay so

1 i have good taste in music 2 i dress pretty well 3 i am good at looking after drunk people 4 i am good at life drawing 5 i have nice boobs

:)

[yourbaristahatesyou]

"Could you heat this drink back up for me in the microwave or whatever?"

Absolutely not.

[yourbaristahatesyou]

Today a lady came in frustrated because she was clicking software update instead of wifi and entering the bathroom code instead of her phone's passcode that was requested before the update. Had to explain how to connect your phone to wifi...

[oncedonextwicerepeated]

[sms; Aaron]: Hey, happy Mother's Day.

[sms; Aaron]: I'm sorry. I don't have anyone else to send these to.

[progressivedoctor]

Medicinal Poison (closed RP with wheelsup--inthirty)

"Look at them King. Going on with their lives, completely unaware of the threat that lurks in their midst." The accent is French, adding to the overall elegant and refined appearance.The words flow smoothly from the sharply dressed speaker, hands clasped over the blue pummel stone of his cane. He wears a black three piece suit, accenting cold grey and blue eyes that scan the populace outside the window of the hotel suite. 

A soft scoff from the Frenchman. "I knew she was not a fit for the company. Reckless, arrogant-this action by her only proves I was right. But I underestimated just how much her precious ego was damaged when faced with rejection." A sardonic smirk. "I, Albert Du'Galle who often prides himeslf on being prepared, did not see this coming."

King blinks and turns his gaze to the man that is his employer "You couldn't have predicted someone would do something so bloody reckless."

Albert gives a small sniff. "No I suppose not." The cane turns in his hand as he turns around to regard the others who are silently at work. The Council and Tribunal had made it clear that Albert was to clean this mess up. The "problem" had stolen Albert's latest experimental adrenal. Like others, when used by the proper species it would greatly enhance physical abilities for a short time...at a cost. For his people, the Terrans who were the descendants of humans who tampered with their genetics for generations, the drug would leave them very fatigued and hungry. It would pull out an extreme amount of calories.

For a human though...the drug was lethal. In small doses it would grant that superhuman ability for a short time, but it would prove addicting. Take a larger dose, however, and once the drug wore off only a husk of the person would remain. They were literally starved to death.

So that is why he was here in New York City. He and his subordinates were here with fake credentials to attend the annual Interphex convention. They were going as attendees of a standoffish European based pharmaceutical company. Albert was posing as the head of the R&D department to keep a high position, but not too high to garner attention to himself.

Albert shakes his head and focuses on those who had come with him. Sensing his desire for their attention, the ones who had been working look up to him. One is a metallic silver haired woman with gentle gold eyes. Arelia Knightly, the wife of King, was here as technical support.

Behind her, hiding partially in the shadows was a man who could be described as...well, unnoticeable. He was very average looking and nothing about him would be memorable to the eye. Alin was from GenTech's corporate intelligence unit, the nice way of calling their espionage wing.

There were two others, a woman and man. Fellow genetic techs who had enough knowledge and poise to keep up the image of traveling businessmen.

"You are all aware of our cover story and why we are here yes?" Silent nods at him. "Good, I want this resolved as soon as possible. I am already facing pressure from authority. The damage so far as been...minimal in regards to loss of human life. Mostly low lifes and druggies, but it won't be long until someone of more significance will fall victim. Keep our eyes and ears open, we need everything from this world to figure out where our thief is."

****

It had been hard to spot the pattern at first. First it had been some disturbance calls. Whispers of watching common criminals suddenly capable of great feats of physical ability. Scaling walls, running like Olympic athletes.

Only to find them later, dead. The medical examiners would rule death as death by overdose. Each of them was found with extreme levels of various powerful opiate painkillers. Vicodin, Oxycontin, etc.

Then came the unexplained incidents. People having what looked like panic attacks, attacking everyone near themselves or simply fleeing in a blind run. Sometimes right out windows, off bridges.

Something was very very wrong...