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Trooper Station; Monday [ 12/15 ].

"Yes, ma'am," Daisy nodded as she cradled the phone between cheek and shoulder, her hand fiddling with the wrapping on another one of the small presents that had shown up on her desk, "I assure you, the troopers have done repeated sweeps across the island and there isn't a sentient strand of garland left. It seems to have been a one day occurrence, ma'am. Uh-huh. Yes. Of course. We intend to remain vigilant in case they come back. Uh-huh. Yes. Oh, yes, that does sound--Yes. Thank you, ma'am."

Daisy sighed as she hung up the phone, muttering something under her breath. She shook her head and turned to the some of the papers on her desk, setting aside the little gift for later. She hadn't opened any of them and they were accumulating on her desk, but she was saving them as hopefully rewards for when her work was finished.

There hadn't been any calls about the presents, so she had a pretty good feeling that she wouldn't wind up opening them and regretting it.

[[ open station is open! ]]

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Sarah was deep in thought when she went into the station, weighing different pros and cons, but she managed a smile for Daisy. "Hey! How are you doing?"

Daisy, of course, had a smile to return. "Hullo, Sarah; I'm doing very well. Phone calls are substantially reduced when the problem on the island is little presents, it seems." Her smile keened into a smirk. "Wonder why that is."

"How are you, yourself?"

"I guess even people who are looking for something to complain about can't say too much about free crayons," Sarah smiled.

"I'm not bad. I have some work stuff to take care of, but" -- she made a face at the bank of computers -- "it can wait a little bit."

"Oh! There're crayons?"

Daisy gave a quick look at her progress and decided that, yes, now she could treat herself to opening up one of the presents, reaching for the one that look the most box-of-crayons like amid her collected spoils.

"And really," she added sympathetically, "there's only so much of action figures with kung-fu grip one can take at a time."

And, no, she wasn't really talking about action figures with kung-fu grip, and figured Sarah would pick up on that.

"That's what the one in my medicine cabinet turned out to be," Sarah said. Because she was thinking about the little gifts, she looked distinctly puzzled at Daisy's next statement. She recovered, with an "Oh!" that was more startled than it would have been if she'd really had action figures on the brain.

"Oh," she said, and didn't really have a metaphor to offer in return. "I know. I'm always surprised how much time it takes just to keep the stock up to par."

.... that worked rather well, actually.

"But everything's okay, innit?" Daisy asked, after inspecting the decorative little box that opening the present seemed to reveal. She peeled away the paper and then set it resolutely on a corner of her desk. She kept her voice pleasantly conversational, although she felt a little worried. "With the stock and everything?"

"Nothing is actually wrong," Sarah reassured her. "I was just asked to speed up how quickly I got out our ... gift orders. I can handle it." There was a distinct edge of tension in her voice, though.

Daisy wrinkled her nose a little. "Bloody holiday season," she said. "Nothing you can't handle, though, I'm sure."

"Nothing I haven't done before," Sarah agreed with a sigh. The details were different, but the general shape of it was always the same. "I should be glad I get Christmas off."

"Aw, but then you miss out on holiday pay."

"I don't get a bonus!" Sarah laughed. "You do?"

[OOC: Hi, this is my "got implicitly Jossed 30 seconds after my last ping" face. Ah, live canon.]

"...I'm not really sure," Daisy admitted after a moment. "New administration and everything. I've no idea how Coop'd handle that, or even how much he can."

"I think Dale might think the bad guys take Christmas off too," Sarah suggested. "And now that I've said that, I guaranteed us an invasion of ~~meta~~Grinch wannabes, didn't I?"

"Oh, well," Daisy shrugged a shoulder. "If that's the case, I'll keep my fingers crossed for that holiday pay, then."

"So you aren't flying back to London?" Sarah asked. She had hoisted herself onto a nearby desk and was swinging her legs idly.

"It'd be a bit pricey, just to have dinner with my folks," said Daisy, shrugging again. "That's about all I really do for the holidays, usually. What about yourself?"

"I'm not really big on Christmas," Sarah said. "Most years it's just a day off."

"And sometimes not even then. At least it's pretty likely it'll be interesting sticking 'round here. I mean, the place has certainly been building up to it enough!"

"True. Do you think the island has a mind of its own?" Sarah asked, in an odd digression. "I was talking to one of the teachers last week and she sounded like she thought it was just a fact, but it's a little sci-fi for me."

"I'm not sure I'd call it a mind of its own," Daisy mused, "as more of just simply...being weird. I mean, for how many times I've heard and said, 'well, if such and such happens tomorrow, I'm going to blame you!', they haven't happened. So if the island is indeed sentient, it's actually pretty deaf and maybe a little bit blind."

There was a slight pause.

"Overall."

"Overall," Sarah repeated. "But you're right. If it's sentient, it's not driven by anything we do. It's just ... chaotic."

"But thankfully not crazily so. Just enough to keep you on your toes. Helluva lot more interesting."

"Yeah, I was worried moving here would make me go soft," Sarah said. "If it's happening, it's not happening in any way anyone would have expected." She shrugged a little. "So did you have a good weekend?"

Despite herself, Daisy grinned a little at that. "I learned a very important lesson about being lazy every once in a while," said Daisy. "What about yours?"

Sarah waved a hand. "Worked out, ran some errands on the mainland. Nothing really new, like being lazy. How'd that one happen?"

"Our dear landlord," Daisy explained, "accused me of being incapable of laziness. Of course, I had to prove him wrong."

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"Funny." There was the pause of a woman trying to be diplomatic. Being friendly with Loki was one thing, but Sarah couldn't understand the appeal of a lazy day with him.

Well. Daisy's life, really.

"So you two hung out and watched infomercials?"

"Actually," Daisy said after a moment, tilting her head, "we mostly just sat around talked. He was going to make soup, but I managed to avoid it."

"... Did he have anything interesting to say?" The edge in Sarah's voice was getting more distinct.

[OOC: My connection died. Sorry.]

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Daisy sighed slightly, looking at Sarah with a bit of thought to just forget all her reservations with the knowledge that Sarah would properly think she was crazy, but that would require her to admit that this place was letting her lose her grip on common sense a little. Really, this place required it, and maybe Sarah could shake her up a bit and demand they head on over to Baltimore again so that Daisy could find a nice, attractive fellow who wouldn't remember her name and forget to call her, that she'd never see again, as it should be, not some bloody other soul stuck on this island with her that she had to see every other day in the lobby of her apartment building or behind the desk when she wanted a little slice of Zen.

But she didn't say any of that; she just smiled a little and said, "Yeah, actually. Once you wade through everything he says just for the sake of hearing himself talk, anyway."

"I didn't know there was much behind that," Sarah said lightly, eyes roaming the station. "I'm sorry, Daisy. I just don't trust him."

She'd probably been making that much abundantly clear through her body language, anyhow.

She had been, and then some, and it made something inside Daisy ache a little, shoulders softening. "I know," she said quietly, wondering if it would do any good to tell Sarah that she could, though, really. Daisy believed that as firmly as she believed in justice, especially after this past weekend, but she also knew that it would take a bit more than that to convince Sarah.

And who knew? She could be wrong; she'd been wrong plenty of times before, but that never stopped her from believing it anyway.

"He is a pretty good guy, though. You just can't let him get to you. And I'd risk my left foot with how sure I am that he won't say anything, Sarah."

Not unless Sarah did something incredibly stupid. But Daisy had faith that Sarah wouldn't do that, either.

"I don't think he will," Sarah had to acknowledge, pragmatically. "There's not much he can get out of announcing it, anyhow. He probably has more fun knowing it than he would have wrecking my career, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't have the kind of intel he'd need to do more than that."

If he ever seemed to have that kind of access, Sarah knew what she would have to do and she knew Daisy wouldn't like it.

"I just wish I could figure him out."

Daisy gave Sarah a faint smile. "Maybe you're thinking on it too much," she offered, hopefully encouraging.

That was what happened when Sarah wasn't allowed to shoot at things.

"Maybe I am," she agreed, then, feeling as though the conversation was unlikely to make her stop thinking, she glanced at the computers. "I should get to work. Action figures to price, and all of that."

Daisy nodded, but couldn't help feeling like she should be doing more to help Sarah, although, really, she knew she shouldn't get too involved with whatever was going on between Sarah and Loki. For her sake just as much as theirs.

"We going to need," she began to ask, gaining a bit more of a grin, "another weekend out coming up here? Get your mind off action figures and landlords?"

And a little of that second bit for herself, too.

"I think that would be paradise," Sarah had to agree. "It would take your mind off whatever weirdness the island's sending up, too. Baltimore again?"

If Daisy weren't sitting behind a desk right now, and if she weren't in her uniform, and if she were just a bit more into other girls, she would have likely kissed Sarah at the sound of those words. However, she was still rather serious while at work and she liked men an awful lot, so she was restricted to just a very bright and beaming smile before she nodded more solemnly.

"Baltimore again," she agreed. "Once we've hit up every club there, we can move onto another town."

The thing about Daisy's smile was it made Sarah grin back. Daisy had that kind of smile, even if she did greatly prefer men.

"Sounds like a plan," she said, moving back to the research terminals.

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