Kappa Delta Gremlin Meeting / The Trooper Station / Tuesday Afternoon

[icecoldfrost]

The girls met today where Emma and Quinn had handwavily told them to arrive - at the Trooper Station.

Vimes cleared his throat, strongly wishing that Sergeant Angua was here at the moment. At least she had a few things in common with the assembled lot in his station. Hair care tips at the very least. She had enough of it...

“Welcome to the Trooper Station,” he said, hands clasped behind his back in a stance that could be considered ‘at ease’. This was almost as bad as an audience with the patrician. “You’ll be working with a few of the troopers today to get a feeling for what the coppering life is like.”

"Which we're doing by practicing fingerprinting and helping out around the station," Quinn put in smoothly, before anyone could express any bright ideas about going to the Perk and arresting the barista who always tried to look down your top. (Okay, that might have been what Quinn wanted to do, and she was still a little sulky she couldn't.) "We'll be gaining valuable real-world office experience."

"Misfiled paperwork could lead to the wrong suspect being booked or going free," Emma continued. "Make the coffee too weak, and your fellows might put you behind bars. You have to know someones rights, and not violate them." SIGH. BORING. "It's not as glamorous as on television shows, and it's a lot of walking."

But the walked was the best part, girls! “And learning to sleep standing up and in the rain,” Vimes added cheerfully.

"Or just not sleep at all," Emma replied, wincing at the idea of what that would do to her hair and skin. "Some of us are good at that sort of thing. The rest of us? Can label evidence under the watchful eye of the Troopers and Sheriff Vimes."

[OOC: OCD up!]

Pixie Dust; Tuesday [ 03/29 ].

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

It was a good thing that one of the things droid babies needed was to be babbled at, because Ariel could accomplish that in spades. Her baby daddy, not so much, it was true, but they worked out a system and, besides, Ariel really wanted to bring their little robotic son with her to Pixie Dust, so she could not only buy him some cute clothes, but also to have something to keep her occupied through the shift that didn't result in her leaving with three more new dresses.

Babbling was being accomplished, with the help of fashion magazines, as Ariel flipped through them and told Adam all sorts of stories about the pretty pictures and read to him the articles, and was glad that he seemed to gurgle in appreciation of the fact that it was a good thing summer was coming up and Ariel's hope that seashells would be a bit more in fashion up here like at home.

It was a little easier taking care of a kid now that she didn't have the shock of it being a potential kid from the future, but spending time with the droid baby certainly did give her confidence that if Bruce Jr. or Melody ever really did show up in her life, they'd be in good hands.

...fairly good, anyway.

Pixie Dust is open!

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday [3/29]

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary had taken a quick trip to Las Vegas for the weekend at the request of A.J. Cooper. He was trying to purchase some land from a seller who despised him. That wasn't about to stop Cooper, who came up with the idea of sending Mary in to sweet-talk the seller. It wasn't that hard for Mary and in return, she got to use the casino's private jet for the weekend to visit her family.

So Mary was feeling pretty good about herself when she walked into the lobby. Then she saw what Gunther had used her absence to get started with renovating the hotel's main kitchen. "I thought you were going to wait for me to get a few bids before hiring a contractor," she said. Gunther never gave her an response. He was excited to lend a hand to the crew ripping out drywall. Mary made a mental note to give all the guests a partial refunds to make up for the noise -- and to take those funds out of Gunther's paycheck.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Shrimp, Corn, and Red Pepper Salad Sandwiches
Watermelon Pudding

[Open! Someone got hungry and ate the OCD.]

Our Lady of Fandom Church; Tuesday [ 03/29 ].

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

Having little else to do, really, Chrono had decided he should take on a particularly daunting task to help with the maintenance of the church, and that task today wound up being scrubbing the floors. Bucket, check. Scrub brush, check. Incredibly large floor in need of some elbow grease, check.

He realized, of course, that there were much easier ways to do this. Mopping, for example, or even those machines with steam and scrubbers and everything. But the point wasn't that the work was easy; the point was that it was hard. It was penance. It was work. It was exhausting enough that, by the end of the day, he would be tired enough to actually sleep and not be kept awake through dreams.

He doubted anyone would come in, but, just in case, he put up yellow signs warning them of the wet floor with a note requesting that, if they could, to please walk along the spots he hadn't gotten yet.


[[ open for all your churchly needs! ]]

Caritas [Tuesday evening]

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

When Robin wandered into Caritas, she was less than pleased to see what Tino had been doing with his time.

She eyed the row of shots on the bar. "I'm not trying anything you've invented. Test 'em on the customers.

Caritas was open. Unrelatedly, shots were half-off.

[sloooowish but around!]

Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[icecoldfrost]

Pat Benatar was rocking out over the sound system while Emma bopped along to the music at her post. The eighties rocked, and she was totally unashamed of that fact.

The Devil's Nest was open, complete with dancing hostess.

Fixer-Uppers [Wednesday]

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

William had to admit, he'd paid very little attention to politics up to this point. After all, there had only been three federal elections in his time to date, two of which he was too young to remember all that much about and the third of which had occured while he was here in Fandom.

So it was really quite surprising, then, how insistent every functioning computer at Fixer-Uppers was on him filling out some sort of quiz called a Vote Compass.

"It's not as if I can actually vote," William found himself grumbling as he fumbled his way through the questions.

[ooc: This post brought to you by that quiz initially deciding I ought to vote Liberal. Crashing now, but should be around for most of the morning & then evening after work, yay.]