Freelance Police HQ [Monday]

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Since it was her first day on the job, Triela had dressed up.

This was probably difficult to notice considering how (as Jean sometimes put it) "smartly" she generally dressed. Of course in addition to her coat and tie and boots, Triela had her shoulder holster on and her pistol tucked snugly away. That was a bit different than her everyday wear, at least at school.

She was very careful to do everything she thought she should do.

Unfortunately this did not include feeding fish or opening the closet.

At least she was ready to answer the phone...?

Comments

Call it in!

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

In case you need the special expertise provided by the Freelance Police.

Talk to Triela

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

She probably won't shoot you!

Sam and/or Max

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In case the bosses be around.

Re: Sam and/or Max

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Max wandered into the room and stared at the closet while he scratched his butt. Then he meandered over to the dartboard, yawned, picked something out of his belly button, sniffed it, and ate it. Then he blinked at Triela. "Oh, hey there!" he told her. "Check THIS out!"

He stuck one hand under the other armpit and flapped his arm, making a farting noise, and looked really pleased with himself.

Re: Sam and/or Max

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Triela, realizing that she needed to make a good impression on her boss, did something extremely stupid.

She applauded. "Amazing!"

Re: Sam and/or Max

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How stupid it actually was pretty much depended on how much she liked the armpit-farting. Because Max proceeded to play "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" on his underarm. And then he bowed.

Re: Sam and/or Max

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Considering that the answer was "not much at all" shading into "please, please, please make it stop!" it was rather stupid.

But she started with the applause, and it would be (even more) awkward not to end with it, so she clapped again when he bowed.

Re: Sam and/or Max

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"You were a little flat on the last chorus," Sam said, nodding from the doorway. "I should get my banjo. We can do a duet."

Re: Sam and/or Max

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"That..." Triela paused, trying to finish the thought diplomatically.

She found she couldn't.

Re: Sam and/or Max

[maxnotsam.livejournal.com]

"NO! NO! FOR THE LOVE OF HUMANITY, NO!!!"

Considering that Sam's singing was probably better than his performance, Max really shouldn't be protesting this much.

Re: Sam and/or Max

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"Maybe... some other time," Triela suggested.

Like... another time that wasn't Monday.

OOC

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I had a productive day. This makes me happy.