Clean Up: a Grocery Store RP

Kyorgia · Post by **Kyorgia** » Thu Jul 09, 2015 6:29 pm

[class=citizen]Kyorgia[/class] thanks Festavo for the job and goes to begin working.

Impossible Girl · Post by **Impossible Girl** » Thu Jul 09, 2015 6:37 pm

[class=members]Impossible Girl[/class] clean and all her bowls and spatulas while Festavo is watching. When he heads to the deli to trading the new guy she pulls out her cellphone and send a text to Aincora.

text wrote:heads up, Festi is on the warpath. Also, I think the mop boy is fucking with me

Ainocra · Post by **Ainocra** » Thu Jul 09, 2015 6:43 pm

Alcon takes a break from his roasts to check his phone and reply.

Thanks for the heads up! If he comes back here though I'll get him in the mother of all hairnets! Pics will find their way onto the corkboard!
Watch the mop boy it could be a trap

Sending the text off he begins work on some pork chops.

Impossible Girl · Post by **Impossible Girl** » Thu Jul 09, 2015 6:48 pm

Her phone dings alerting her that she has a text. A trap? She thought the kid was being shy but maybe it was being sneaky. She ducked out of the bakery and peered around the end of isle aisle12. There he was, seemingly comparing prices on pudding. A trap? Really?

Post by **Severisen Montresor** » Thu Jul 09, 2015 7:08 pm

(OOC: AISLE people. AISLE.

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He glanced at Festavo and muttered under his breath a rather unflattering epithet. What a jerk. Hmm. I think it's about time for that Meat Sale to end.

He pushed his bucket toward aisle 12, a normally empty area of the store, and also where a PA phone was located. He glanced up and down the aisle, setting about the next panic in the store. He picked up the phone, and dialed the code to the PA system, saying "Attention, Osi-Mart Shoppers! Stop on by the Produce Section for your fresh fruit needs! Whip up a tasty fruit salad for your next summer outing! Save an additional 75% on all fruit for the next 10 minutes! Thank you for shopping Osi-Mart! He paused for several moments before continuing, in a different voice, "Pardon the interruption, Osi-Mart Shoppers. Would Manager Festavo please report to the Pharmacy. We have a code lavender. Thank you for shopping Osi-Mart."

He quietly hung up the phone and then sauntered to the pudding section of the aisle, marking random prices as he went. God I'm bored. I wish I had some entertainment around here.

ProfessorHenn · Post by **ProfessorHenn** » Thu Jul 09, 2015 7:14 pm

[class=members]ProfessorHenn[/class] walks into Osi-Mart, looking very shifty. . .

Post by **Severisen Montresor** » Thu Jul 09, 2015 7:26 pm

Sev glances to the doors where a new guy strolled in, obviously up to no good. He had that shifty look to him. FINALLY something to do. Sev pushed his mop bucket around, following the customer at a distance to find out what he was up to.

Impossible Girl · Post by **Impossible Girl** » Thu Jul 09, 2015 7:29 pm

Deciciding it was time for her to have some fun [class=members]Impossible Girl[/class] went to isle aisle 11 and grabbed two jars of sweet gherkins. She lobbed them over the shelves into isle aisle 12 and laughed as she ran back to the Barkley and the jars smashed next to Sev making him jump a foot in the air.

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text wrote:Ainocra, I've got a story for you!

ProfessorHenn · Post by **ProfessorHenn** » Thu Jul 09, 2015 7:34 pm

[class=members]ProfessorHenn[/class] walked over to the cashier. . .

Post by **Severisen Montresor** » Thu Jul 09, 2015 7:42 pm

As he reached the end of Aisle 12, he heard an explosion, akin to a Molotov cocktail from one of his video games. He jumped in the air as the gherkins crashed into the tile in slow-motion, covering the back of his head with his hands, sure he was under attack. GET DOWN! WE GOT CHARLIE ALL OVER THIS GODDAMN PADDY was his thought as he tucked and rolled into the endcap. DAMNIT. NOT AGAIN. He ran to the next aisle just catching a glimpse of the bakery girl's apron strings flowing behind her as she giggled off to her hidey hole. So she wants games, does she?

He began to give chase before realizing that Festavo would soon realize there was no Code Lavender, and would be livid about the mess in Aisle 12. Revenge is a dish best served cold, Baker Girl. He hurried to push his mop to the center of the Aisle where the gherkin grenades had been launched. Sweet. She had to use SWEET. I hate sweet pickles. Ugh. He swept up the broken glass and petite pickles and began to mop the sugary, disgusting brine that kept the pickles in their state of suspended animation.