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fandomtownies2008-09-19 07:33 am
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Empty Warehouse District, Friday Early Morning
Given how dodgy some of the new people looked to Jen, and what she'd heard on last night's broadcast, she didn't have any compunction at freaking all about blowing off both her morning run and work. Sure, nothing had happened (by which 'happened' meant, more specifically, 'suddenly ballooned to gargantuan size') over by the port yet, but that didn't stop her from believing it eventually would. And she figured the current situation upped the odds. And thus, suited up in shiny white futuristic cop uniform and badge and what appeared to be sunglasses (hey, early morning sunrise, don't you know), Jen was roaming the streets of the port district, checking out all those empty warehouses for any signs of trouble.
. . . sometimes she wished there literally were signs of trouble, but then she always followed up that wish with the realization that the kind of trouble they usually got where she was from was more obvious than the most obnoxious neon sign. And then she wondered why average citizens in Silver Hills tended to notice it more than, say, average citizens in Angel Grove or Reefside. Maybe it was something in the water in California.
Times like this, she was really glad that Steelix was safely cryo-contained in maximum security detention in Millennium City, 992 years from now. (Or was it 991 years from now? Or did she step on a leaf somewhere, and that meant he was actually already there only 973 years from now, or did that crunched leaf mean that he wasn't ever, or . . .)
Jen really shouldn't ever be allowed to have three cups of highly sugared coffee and then patrol alone. Ever.
[OOC: Open if you happen to be up and about the port district at this hour, but she'll be gone before the time third period rolls around. And I shouldn't be allowed to have three cups of highly sugared coffee and then write a post like this.]
. . . sometimes she wished there literally were signs of trouble, but then she always followed up that wish with the realization that the kind of trouble they usually got where she was from was more obvious than the most obnoxious neon sign. And then she wondered why average citizens in Silver Hills tended to notice it more than, say, average citizens in Angel Grove or Reefside. Maybe it was something in the water in California.
Times like this, she was really glad that Steelix was safely cryo-contained in maximum security detention in Millennium City, 992 years from now. (Or was it 991 years from now? Or did she step on a leaf somewhere, and that meant he was actually already there only 973 years from now, or did that crunched leaf mean that he wasn't ever, or . . .)
Jen really shouldn't ever be allowed to have three cups of highly sugared coffee and then patrol alone. Ever.
[OOC: Open if you happen to be up and about the port district at this hour, but she'll be gone before the time third period rolls around. And I shouldn't be allowed to have three cups of highly sugared coffee and then write a post like this.]