[h3][color=7bcdc8][i]Maxwell Erickson[/i][/color][/h3]
[sub][b]Location:[/b] URC 1: Ground Reception —> Cafeteria
[b]Time of Day:[/b] Early Morning --> Late Afternooon
[b]Relevant Cast:[/b][@dragonydas][@BunniesOfDoom][/sub]
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[quote=@Dragonydas]
She turned to Max, suddenly remembering what she wanted Max for early on. [color=39b54a]“Max, I’m sorry. Could you order two new blood fridges and some extra bags? The fridge in Lady Coventry’s room is broken, and I want to keep one here in the reception… in case of emergencies.”[/color]
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[color=7bcdc8]"O-oh! Of course, Ms. Theria."[/color] Max said, smiling at his manager. He wilted only slightly when too many pairs of beedy little eyes turned all at once to focus on him with a look he could never pinpoint exactly but just assumed it was somewhere between indifference, affection and hunger. The clerk gave the many snakes an awkward smile which turned more awkward when he realized he was smiling at a bunch of snakes, though they certainly seemed far more intelligent than the garden variety, before dropping his eyes to his work. Max made a quick sticky note to contact the URC mediator at the local blood bank before making sure the new refrigerator order would be delivered within a buisiness day. 

[quote=@Dragonydas]
Theria’s stomach growled, making her cheeks turn slightly red, a very visible feature due to the abundance of green on her head. [color=39b54a]“I’m sorry. I haven’t had breakfast yet… I’m sure Max can help you. I’m just going to get something to eat.”[/color] She said as she made her way towards the restaurant. Of course, Kaki the gluttonous snake happily hissed at the idea of food coming near her.
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Max looked up suddenly, his own cheeks burning red as he made eye contact with Iris and remembered the werewolf's enthusiastic offer to 'change him'. [color=6ecff6]"Have you... uh... thought about... getting a job?"[/color]

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[h3]Late Afternoon[/h3]
Max turned the key, locking his apartment door with pleasant sigh and strolled down the hallway humming the newest Sabrina Carpenter track. Gone was his button down shirt and tie, replaced with a black Into the Spiderverse graphic-T, khaki shorts and sandals. Surviving another shift at Umbra Rose was always something to be celebrated, though today hadn't been [i]particularly[/i] harrowing. The worst it got was when the swamp creature in building 3 had gotten his wading pool filter clogged with muck... again. Max would have to speak with Theria about reminding him that the management needed to approve all additional swamp foliage because he was sure Benoit had been bringing in some new types of swamp grass that wreaked havoc on the pool's systems.

He rode the elevator down to the ground floor and quickly ducked his head into reception. [color=7bcdc8]"Have a great shift, Dimitiri!"[/color] The massive minotaur, bulging muscles straining the limits of his button down shirt, sat hunched in the too-small-computer chair. He simply snorted without looking up from the 'Livestock Weekly' magazine pinched between his large fur-covered fingers. Dimitrios wasn't one for idle conversation and Max could respect that. 

The ground floor was mostly quiet, at the moment, so he strolled towards the cafeteria for a late post-shift lunch.