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Trooper Station; Monday Morning [ 07/06 ].

Even without the help of a Sherpa, all the baking and preparing for class later today had gone fairly well, but that didn't necessarily mean it had been an earlier night thanks to Ben's assistance. Quite the other way around, actually, so Daisy was very grateful for a lot of coffee this morning. She only had the morning to get all the work she usually fit into a day, so she wasn't going to let any lack of a proper stretch of sleep slow her down, either. A tall order, considering the size of some of the weekend broadcasts, but maybe she'd pop in again later to wrap things up, or maybe come in early tomorrow.

Or maybe she really did work just way too hard.

Either way, though, at least there were muffins!

[[ open station is open! ]]

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Considering his concerns, Morgan really should have managed to come in earlier than now, but between the shop, the house, and driving a friend, it was today that he finally came around to the station to check in with the local authorities.

"Morning," he greeted her with something between a wave and a salute.

"...Hullo," said Daisy, after the pause she'd taken to help her ensure that it was a how can I serve you in regards to the law and justice sort of hullo and not the how can I serve you in entirely unrelated ways because hi there sort of hullo that seemed to, for a moment, be her first response. Of course, the moment also did manage to get that little mingle of excitement and dread that maybe something was happening going, too, which made the professional bit all the more easier. "How may we help you?"

The exact balance of the 'hullo' got a smile from Morgan; he was used to flirting with, well, just about anyone and everyone he talked to.

"Well, I just wanted to stop by, get the info on this place since I just moved in and I've heard a few things that sounded kind of wild. If you're busy, though, I can come by later."

The 'later' was almost certainly an offer that would involve doing said infodump with drinks in someplace a little more casual than the station.

And Daisy was fairly certain that she had recognized the later as such, blinked, and then just chalked it up to being tired. If anything, she should chalk it up to just being tired because she was at work, here. Still, there was a warmth in her smile to suggest that she'd have loved to take up on that later if it weren't for the station and the uniform and the protecting and serving in the name of justice thing.

"Well, there's nothing too pressing at the moment," said Daisy. "What sorts of things, sir?"

"Derek," he offered in place of the 'sir', along with a hand, "Derek Morgan. I just moved here, you see, and I was hoping I could get the scoop on this place from the local authorities. I've heard a few things that've got me wondering, if you know what I mean."

Hoo boy; here we go. Daisy maintained her smile as she went into what she really should be getting quite used to by now.

"Do you mean, Mr. Morgan," she said, "things such as the gremlin bites, the radio squirrels, invasions by unlikely and impractical things, time travel, alternate dimensions, supernatural beings, the occasional chance of waking up as a bunny or some other person, precipitation in the form of glitter, and/or the likelihood of wee tiny horsies in need of arrest? Or something entirely different all together?"

Considering his talks with both Ino and Dinah, it wasn't really surprising that he managed to get through that without blinking, but he still had to take a minute.

"...everyone here's really into the 'raining glitter' thing. You're the third person to mention it. But yeah, that's what I'm getting at. A couple of the kids mentioned it to me, so I figured I'd come down here and find out what I can."

"Well," said Daisy, "it was one of the fairly recent ones, and we're still picking glitter out of our clothes, so it tends to be on the forefront of memory, I suppose. There's really no rhyme or reason to a lot of it; it's best just to accept that this place is a little on the strange side and keep on your toes. We've records, of course, but you'll need the proper clearance to access those."

He had two options: ask if the records were computerized and put his little pint-sized computronic powerhouse on the case, or play softball. He decided to go the easy route.

"What kind of clearance would that require, exactly?"

Probably a good choice, considering that Daisy had protection up the wazoo on anything computerized. The fact that no one at the station seemed to have any sort of technical sense whatsoever seemed to only inspire her to stretch her creativity on what all she could do to secure it and keep an eye on it. Her career up to her transfer had, after all, been entirely built on catching people finding new ways to break laws through the digital age.

"Permission from the sheriff," she said. "Would you like me to call him over? Although, really, you're not likely to find anything in there that you can't just find out yourself by going back through old radio broadcasts or just waiting a few days and experiencing it yourself."

He shook his head and spread his fingers in a pretty universal 'noooo' gesture.

"Don't bother him for something like this; I'm asking unofficially, after all. No one mentioned that the old radio broadcasts are saved anywhere, though. Think I could find out where those are?"

"Downloadable pod casts are the most popular," offered Daisy, "if you're up-to-date on current technology. But there's also ~~blah blah blah handwavily defined technology to serve various stages and helpful information on how the public can access them blah blah blah~~. They're helpful...to certain degree. There's always a bit of a...margin of error when you consider that the squirrels are all a bunch of drunken rodents and the broadcasters themselves are known to take a few liberties, although those are usually done on a personal level rather than the broad scale events."

"I've got an iPod sitting at home that needs filling, I'm thinking. I'll get right on that so hopefully the next time I see you, there's no business I have to ask about."

"Well, hopefully, the next time you see me, it won't be at my place of business," said Daisy, which she felt did a rather nice job of covering the fact that the less she saw a person outside of the station, the better, and at suggesting that business was business, and she was likely to just be business while they were here.

Morgan, on the other hand, flirted like he breathed and short of being in the middle of cornering and tackling an unsub, he was all smiles. But he could take a hint.

"Hopefully. Feel free to stop by my place of business any time, though. It's the hardware store on Sphinx Street."

He leaned back and pushed away from the counter.

"For right now, I think I'll let you get back to what you were doing. Don't suppose I could get your name though?"

Edited 2009-07-07 00:24 (UTC)

Hardware store, huh? Grinning faintly, Daisy wondered if it might not be time for an exploded stove again.

"Detective Constable Daisy Day," she said with a bit more of a smile. "Nice to meet you; welcome to the island."

Pity she couldn't welcome him better considering she was at work and all.

He tipped an invisible hat to her and stepped back with a warm smile.

"One of the nicer ones I've gotten. Welcomes, that is.

"Thank you very much, Detective Constable Daisy Day. Very nice to meet you."

Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and made his way out of the station.

...definitely might be time for another exploded oven. Or maybe something with the dishwasher this time.

Daisy considered that encounter for a moment before she shook her head a bit and buckled back down into work, resolving that since she was at work, she'd not spare another thought on it until she was done.

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