Trooper Station; Monday [06/11].

[died8yearsago]

Rosa was just sitting at her desk, flipping through a motorcycle magazine and trying to ignore the troopers huddled together, chatting quietly, nudging each other. She knew what that meant. And then finally, after several games of Rock, Paper, Scissors and a few failed attempts to prolong the inevitable (come on, best two out of three! Three out of five! Five out of seven!!), one poor bastard sauntered over to her desk.

"Hey, Diaz," he said, "aren't you going to do your usual radio reports?"

"Nope."

"Why not? You probably should."

"Nope."

"What if there's something really useful? Or helpful?"

"Don't care."

"Aren't you even just a little bit curio--"

By the time the trooper had almost finished that sentence, Rosa had set down the magazine, stood up, moved over to the radio, where she ripped it off the shelf and smashed it on the ground. "I'll pay for tha--" She pulled out her wallet, intending to to the usual shower of bills on top of whatever piece of equipment she trashed, only to remember too late that there were no bills in her wallet, because "Emily" had decided to steal the bike and go on a little shopping spree on Saturday and cleaned Rosa out.

"Just put it on my credit card. But, there, now no one can say anything about radio."

"We can still listen on our phones," one poor soul ventured.

"Yeah, or the computers."

"The next one of you who says one more goddamn word about radio," Rosa said, "is getting their helmet used for target practice. While they're still wearing it."

Rosa went back to her desk and to reading her magazine.

Warehouse district- Monday morning

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine had limited supplies here, which was the reason she'd started going to Hera's, where she had gotten the sparky parts she was testing out today. It was just a small, simple paint bomb with a timed detonation, so no one unlucky enough to wander by would get hurt, and if it rained that would wash away most of the paint anyway so she dudbtdidn't feel a pressing need to do this inside.

Besides, the lighting was better out here and if Sabine climbed up on the roof and zoomed in with the camera built into her helmet she could get a really good shot of the explosion.

This was a perfectly healthy hobby, thank you very much.


[Work is actually boring today. Open!]

Community Center Class: Gourmet Foods Around the World

[sharp_man]

"Welcome, everybody," Hannibal said to them. "I hope we all have recovered from our interesting long weekend. Today we will be visiting Tokyo, in Japan. It's part of a series of islands off the coast of Asia, so quite a distance from our last few visits. Japan's cuisine is heavy on seafood, but you'll find it quite different than our first foray into Baltimore seafood."

He led them through the portal and to a street in a large city.

"Tonight we will dine at Ginza Kojyu, one of the city's top restaurants, which practices kaiseki, a traditional form of meal with many courses and meticulous plating. Their current menu includes grilled eel, which is a specialty and one you won't often find outside of Japanese cuisine. Chef Okuda does a wonderful job with local and seasonal ingredients."

He bowed to the maitre d' as they were led to their seats. "You will also get to watch them prepare and plate the food, which can be wonderful to see." If you didn't object to them working with bare hands. Hannibal wasn't apologizing for that. "The local language is Japanese; many will also speak English, but I am fluent should you have any questions."

Because of course he was.

Devil's Nest, Monday Night

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity figured that there was a high percentage of the island's population that had started drinking yesterday and hadn't really stopped. So she made sure to get into work early, forbade the DJ from playing anything that had come out before 2010, and moved the good stuff off the high shelf to directly behind her.

If You Were A Teen This Weekend, Your First Drink Is Free!
(And a free shot for every embarrassing story you share with your bartender!)

Tiny was still dressing in some aggressively 1990s fashion, and she had to snap at him from trying to hide whole bottles of vodka in the pockets of his JNCO jeans.