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Trooper Station; Monday [ 10/27 ]

There was certainly no shortage of paperwork in any police station, the kind of paperwork that Daisy, though new, could easily do, the kind of paperwork that Daisy, in fact, could do in her sleep, the kind of paperwork that Daisy, out of necessity, had convinced herself that she enjoyed thoroughly. It would certainly be the type of paperwork she would be hacking away at now if it weren't for the fact that she found herself, oddly, distracted. She would work for just a bit before holes would start growing in her mind. They weren't big, black, oppressive holes, but simple, burning, nagging holes regarding so many of the reports she'd read over the weekend, and they seemed to form right over the bits of Daisy's brain that allowed her to dot i's and cross t's, and so she'd have Ralph fetch for her this report or that report, pouring over them to assure the hole in her head that it had no business being there, and yes, the report did say what it said. And, no matter how preposterous it sounded, it was on official paper, with official markings, and an overall official look, and anything that was official couldn't possible be untrue.

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Dale was on his way to the coffee machine for his third cup of coffee for the day when he spotted the new member of the force with a pule of paperwork in front of her.

"Already stuck with paperwork? I thought they'd take it easy on you for your first day." He then offered his hand in greeting. "Special Agent Dale Cooper. Welcome aboard."

"Oh, I'd hardly say I'm stuck with it," Daisy said, truthfully enough, since she didn't imagine Roy expected her to even touch most of it, "but I couldn't just let it sit there unfinished, and it isn't like I'm going anywhere anytime soon."

She gave the other member of her new team a small smile and took his hand in handshake gone a little softer than she'd like after years of ineffectualness. "Detective Constable Daisy Day. Glad to be aboard."

"A pleasure to meet you," Dale said cheerfully. "So what brings you across the pond to Fandom?"

There was the faintest twitch of displeasure with the question touching Daisy's polite smile, but she didn't seem to notice, and, to her, that meant hopefully Dale wouldn't either. "Transfer," she said, simply enough. "From the London PD Fraud department."

"Well we're glad to have you aboard," Dale said not showing any sign of registering Daisy's displeasure. "I think you'll find Fandom to be a... unique experience."

Daisy let her eyes slip toward the last report still sitting on her desk. "It will undoubtedly be interesting," she agreed, thinking of it in the same way that a fish might find being out of water interesting.

Dale followed her eyes to the report and tried not hide his grin. "Which one is that?"

"That one," Daisy looked its way, nodded in acknowledgment, and successfully fought back a sigh, "contains the details of a case of an invading group of dragons made of gelatin."

It was a poor choice to read before she'd had any lunch, because it left her with quite the craving for orange Jell-O.

Dale nodded in sympathy. "Yes, that was a bit before my time. And quite frankly the tip of iceberg when it comes to some of the stranger events on this island."

"So I've read," Daisy muttered wryly. "Although now there is comfort in the fact that should the problem ever be with an erratic and nefarious computer chip of sorts, you're now better staffed for the predicament."

It was a scenario that Daisy continued to repeat in her head, as quite possibly the only one on the the level with the situations she'd been reading about where she might actually be somewhat helpful.

"Computer expertise would be one area we'd be lacking," Dale said raising his eyebrows. "I've learned how to use them but not very effectively. I'm not so sure about Ray or Roy."

"The Sheriff did mention it would be nice to have someone other than Ralph around in case of a crash," Daisy extrapolated, with a faint smile, the type that wasn't surprised. Shipped all across the pond to be little better than a glorified computer technician. It wasn't anything new, though.

"Well I wasn't necessarily was thinking of a technician," Dale said, "Though that would be nice if it came to it. What kind of work did you do in the fraud unit?"

That's what they always said.

"Mostly embezzlement cases," Daisy said. "The occasional hacker was sent my way, as well. Mostly just picking out the discrepancies that bordered the finer lines of legality, and handling the matter forthwith."

Her head tilted slightly, going against the usual protocol ingrained in her head to ask a question back, "You mentioned the dragons were before your time. Where were you stationed before here, Agent Cooper?"

"I was with the FBI in the Pacific Northwest region," Dale answered. "I was sent there to handle a homocide/kidnapping but ended up staying longer than I intended. Ended up here by accident while trying to apprehend another kidnapper."

"By accident?" Daisy asked, completely understanding how attempting to apprehend a culprit might lead Dale here but failing to make the connection on how that translated into a job.

"I chased the perpetrator into a... well I guess you could say it was a portal. Instead of getting out back where I was I ended up here. The Sheriff was nice enough to give me a job based on my background."

"How...accommodating," Daisy said, after being careful to decide on which word to pick to express her opinion on the matter.

She hesitated, again, to ask another question, especially knowing that, two weeks ago, it was a question she would have skirted around honesty with instead of just answering simply. Dale had a certain amount of genuine interest in speaking with her beyond the stiff formality she was accustomed to, though.

"How d'you like it?"

"Me? Oh, I love this town," Dale said with a quirky grin. "I never know what it might throw at you from one day to the next and you get to experience situations here you'd never find off this island."

He held up his hand as if trying to halt the train of thought Daisy might be having.

"I know. I know. Sounds completely strange and off the wall. And Lord knows Ray has called me a freak too many times to count but I can't get enough of this place."

The slightest of smiles slipped out of Daisy's professional veneer, arms folding on the desk and leaning forward a little as another slight lowering of her usual work demeanor. It really didn't take long for her to realize that things weren't nearly as uppity here as they were in London; she was hoping it might be that way at a much smaller station, but was reluctant to give up any defenses that might lead to being mistaken.

"The variety in cases should at least be refreshing, although I worry that just briefing myself on them isn't going to be enough to prepare me. I'm a few steps away from embezzlement here."

"If there's anything I've learned about the town of Fandom is that nothing can prepare you for what it might throw at you," Dale replied. "However a former colleague and I did spend a good deal of time coming up with contingency plans in case those events should happen again. I'd be happy to supply you with a copy of those files."

Daisy blinked a little in surprise that such contingency plans would not already be required reading for new recruits, but she didn't let her surprise show beyond that and nodded. "That would be very helpful, thank you, special agent."

"My pleasure, constable," Dale said with a small salute using two fingers and then getting up to leave Daisy to her paperwork. "And don't be afraid of the coffee machine. I make sure we have a good brew everyday."

Daisy winced a little, not because of the coffee, but because it was an ingrained response to titles. She wouldn't have even said anything about it if that, too, weren't a completely unconscious reflex by this point.

"Detective constable, actually," she corrected. "And thank you, Agent Cooper. I'll...keep that in mind."

Although his wordings made her wonder if perhaps she missed a report on the coffee machine causing a ruckus that coffee machines might usually not indulge in.

"Hey! Cooper!"

Ray was making his usual charming entrance on the premises. "...Wait. You're not Cooper. Has the island gone wacked again? 'Cause seriously, you people can't just walk in here and grab a desk."

Ray might've been a little out of the loop. It came with avoiding the paperwork.

"I'm not Cooper," Daisy agreed, and then went to rectify the mistake. "Name's Day. I started last week."

...Great going, Ray. Accuse a hot new colleague of being a nutjob on her first day. Absolutely sterling work. Hats off.

"Oh," Ray said, intelligibly. The sound pretty much covered all the above points.

"...You must be Ray," Daisy said after a moment of eying who she could assume to be the last missing puzzle on the colleague team that she'd been putting together with her surprisingly average deductive reasoning.

Ray rubbed the back of his head, kinda leaning backwards as he tried to figure out-- "Oh." Okay, that was not helpful. "Yeah, I'm Ray." Words. He'd found them. "Ray Kowalski, Fandom PD, welcome to the team."

Nice catch.

Daisy really couldn't help a smile, but she did keep it small. She was at work, after all, where she prided herself in a polished veneer of professionalism that was often mistaken for no-nonsense. "Thanks. It should be...interesting."

"Interesting is one word for it," he said, seriously, "Keep your eyes out for the wacky. It's everywhere, usually when you least expect it."

Daisy's head bobbed, in a reflection of Ray's own seriousness, and her eyes went to one of the files on her desk. "I've been reading up on the case history at this particular station," she said. "If it weren't for the consistent strangeness of each one and the fact that they are, in fact, official, I'd almost wondered if I'd wandered into a science fiction writer's archive rather than a police station."

"Don't let it suck you in," Ray advised, leaning against her desk a little bit with his coffee. "Half the people here are all, 'it's just Fandom Weird', when it's just plain weird."

Daisy's head tilted, a slight flash of confusion wrinkling her eyebrows as she tried to discern exactly what he meant by making a distinction there. "All I know," she said, carefully, "is that whatever kind of weird it is, it's official weird."

"Exactly my point," Ray said, taking another sip of his coffee. "Don't let nobody tell you it's normal."

"Okay," Daisy agreed easily enough, combating quite the urge to grin at Ray absolute assurance on this matter.

And, after a moment, since he was standing there and leaning on her desk with his coffee, she figured it wouldn't be too out of the realm of possibility to ask, "Been here a while, or you brought in from some where else, too?"

"Been here a couple of weeks," he said, sipping his coffee again, "Just got transferred in from Chicago. Where you from, anyway?"

"London PD," Daisy answered, "Fraud department. Also transferred."

Which made her feel a little comforted; perhaps the place was just hard-up for numbers and her department decided to lend a helping hand.

"Fraud, huh?" Ray pulled a face that kind of communicated his 'huh, really' emotions on the matter. "Well, that's a new one over here. Sure you can deal with the dinosaurs, and, uh, weird?"

After a moment of wondering if Ray then considered dinosaurs specifically to be outside of the realm of the strange, Daisy drew in a breath that would have manifested into a sigh if she weren't so guarded when she was behind a desk. "I plan on worrying about those bridges when I come to them, and if it turns out its been demolished by then, well...I can be pretty resourceful in a pinch."

"That's good, that's great," he said, nodding along with his point there. "So would I, yannow. Dinosaurs. I could take dinosaurs."

"Do you have...personal experience with...dinosaurs, Ray?"

Later, Daisy would take a moment to marvel at how she was able to ask that as utterly straightlaced as she had.

"Me?" Ray asked, leaning kinda sideways to look at her, "No," he added, casually, "But I've heard some stories. Good cop starts to plan, you know."

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