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fandomtownies2010-03-01 06:13 am
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Trooper Station; Monday [ 03/01 ].
Some people kept things like bottles of whiskey in the bottom drawers of their desks.
Sergeant Angua kept bottles of mouthwash.
It was a bit of a necessity this time of the month, though it was a small comfort to everything else that was going on with her. Last night was the full moon proper, but the effects would still linger on for a few days, not to mention the regret of her prowling weekend. There were no farms on the island proper, but there were plenty on the mainland, and several farmers would wake up that morning to find a payment for market price on however many chickens she'd devoured. And mouthwash, one of the greatest inventions ever in Angua's opinion, was the only thing getting her through the day.
It certainly wasn't her disposition. She was on edge today, cranky and awkward and feeling terribly hairy and a little disgusting. She practically had to force herself into the...into the... ...B.A.T.H. earlier, which helped, though only slightly.
And she really needed to stop growling at Ralph when he came by. It was for his own good, really, a warning that she was probably best not messed with right now, but, really, she should know better.
[[ open station is open! ]]
Sergeant Angua kept bottles of mouthwash.
It was a bit of a necessity this time of the month, though it was a small comfort to everything else that was going on with her. Last night was the full moon proper, but the effects would still linger on for a few days, not to mention the regret of her prowling weekend. There were no farms on the island proper, but there were plenty on the mainland, and several farmers would wake up that morning to find a payment for market price on however many chickens she'd devoured. And mouthwash, one of the greatest inventions ever in Angua's opinion, was the only thing getting her through the day.
It certainly wasn't her disposition. She was on edge today, cranky and awkward and feeling terribly hairy and a little disgusting. She practically had to force herself into the...into the... ...B.A.T.H. earlier, which helped, though only slightly.
And she really needed to stop growling at Ralph when he came by. It was for his own good, really, a warning that she was probably best not messed with right now, but, really, she should know better.
[[ open station is open! ]]