Botober 20: Llamaofdoom

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Couldn't come with much to fit the prompts today, so I guess it's time for a pandemic-era slice of life vignette as I imagine life is for somebody out there...

• Things: Llamaofdoom
• Concepts: Pretzels As A Being
• Advanced: A shark fixing your car
• Terrible: An egg yolk

Llamaofdoom

Andreya signed out of her "Llamaofdoom" account, took off her headphones and closed her eyes for a moment.  She needed a few minutes to unwind and decompress before she went to bed, after that stressful boss fight.  When she opened her eyes and looked at her clock, she sighed.  Or she could just have breakfast.

Her cats were curled up together as living incarnations of pretzels, but woke up instantly and padded at her heels as she headed to the kitchen.  Perforce, she fed them first before frying up some eggs and bacon for herself, careful not to break the yolks.

Her shift didn't start until noon, but she had to check on her car first to see if she'd have to take the bus.  She phoned the mechanic and Lucas himself answered.  "Hey, Shark," she said, her nickname for him since they were in West Side Story in high school.  "What are you doing answering the phones?"

"You didn't hear?" Lucas said.  "We're in lockdown again.  At least a week."

"Crap," Andreya said.  "I haven't checked my phone yet today.  Big raid last night, just got done.  I'll have to phone and see if they still need me or not."  Though as a barista, she was probably considered "essential personnel" to those who couldn't exist without their coffee.  "So is it fixed?"

"Yeah, just needed to replace the starter," Lucas said.  "You should probably think about getting a new battery soon, though."

"I'll budget for it," she said.  "I'll call you back when I know when I'll be by."

No answer at the coffeeshop, so she phoned the manager's cell.  "We're all shut down," he said grumpily.  "Terri just got a positive test and they're pretty sure she's been contagious all this time.  I was going to call you and tell you to get a test.  And consider yourself quarantined apart from that."

"Fuck," she said quietly.  "Thanks, Skeet."  She phoned the testing centre and scheduled an appointment for the afternoon.  She still had some clean masks, even.  And now she had two hours to kill.  Have a nap?  Doomscroll?

No, she decided.  Llamaofdoom was calling her.