Post office, Thursday

[intotheout]

Tip was supposed to be spending the break week at home in Pennsylvania spending quality time with her mother and J.Lo. She'd made it as far as Wednesday when yet another argument with her mom made her use her job in Fandom as an excuse to book it back out of there and go back to where she got to make all her own decisions for herself. Sure, J.Lo had pouted at her (Boov are extremely good at pouting, they can partially deflate their heads which just makes their lower lip go out even further) and she felt terrible about leaving him behind again, but there was only so much of her mom actually being a mom that Tip could take.

Of course, now she was honor-bound to actually go in to work instead of, say, hanging out in the dorms or getting some sun on the beach or going to meet actual for real dinosaurs on the planet. Which meant dealing with the creepy jittery dude who grinned too much trying to send a package that rattled and was poked full of air holes without filling out the whole customs slip.

Still better than arguing with her mom.

[Open!]

Trooper Station

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There had been a scheduling mishap with the armor cleaning company the troopers used. That's why the troopers were sitting around in sweats, tank tops, and in Ralph's case boxers. Jessica decided to show solidarity with her underdressed coworkers by taking off her jacket.

It might not have seemed completely fair, but Jessica had done her laundry yesterday without a service.

[OOC: Both work posts in one week! I'm getting back in the saddle! Hopefully the saddle is on a horse....]

Tamsin's Office, Town Hall, Thursday Afternoon

[fjordicswagger]

"Didn't I give you the day off?"

Tamsin could distinctly remember giving Bright Eyes the week off, actually.

"Oh, no, no no no," Bright Eyes said, enthusiastically picking through stacks of paperwork. "No, no, no, we can't have that."

Tamsin pulled a face. "Well, can you at least have a day out of my office? Shoo. Go work at home."

Bright Eyes clutched the paperwork to her breast. (Several sheets of it fell to the floor.) "... Can I keep this?"

"Just get out of my sight," Tamsin sighed, and sank further into her chair.

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