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Trooper Station; Monday [07/02].
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died8yearsagoIt seemed that the troopers had already had a busy morning by the time Rosa got in, considered she walked into the station to find a very fat, very orange tiger-striped cat sitting in the holding cell.
"You guys arrested a cat? Why?"
So of course Ralph presented the report, which Rosa received with a glare before passing her eyes over it. "Arson? Why?"
Yes, she knew how was a better question, but, honestly, dealing with an arsonist cat in the first place was bad enough. Trying to explain the technicalities of it would just make her mad.
Ralph helpfully pointed out the line in the form. "Reason," Rosa read off, "he hates Mondays."
Okay, that just made her mad, too. "Yeah, well," Rosa said to the cat, "I hate this goddamn place, but you don't see me lighting it on fire, now, do you?"
She'd thought about it. But she didn't. She sighed, and took the report to do all the proper filing of it into the computer, only looking up to find one of the troopers on his way to the cell with something in his hands.
"What is that?"
"Lasagna. He said he was hungry."
"...do not bring lasagna to the arsonist cat."
An arsonist cat that she might wind up joining by the end of the day at this rate.
[[open station is open!]]
"You guys arrested a cat? Why?"
So of course Ralph presented the report, which Rosa received with a glare before passing her eyes over it. "Arson? Why?"
Yes, she knew how was a better question, but, honestly, dealing with an arsonist cat in the first place was bad enough. Trying to explain the technicalities of it would just make her mad.
Ralph helpfully pointed out the line in the form. "Reason," Rosa read off, "he hates Mondays."
Okay, that just made her mad, too. "Yeah, well," Rosa said to the cat, "I hate this goddamn place, but you don't see me lighting it on fire, now, do you?"
She'd thought about it. But she didn't. She sighed, and took the report to do all the proper filing of it into the computer, only looking up to find one of the troopers on his way to the cell with something in his hands.
"What is that?"
"Lasagna. He said he was hungry."
"...do not bring lasagna to the arsonist cat."
An arsonist cat that she might wind up joining by the end of the day at this rate.
[[open station is open!]]