Syndulla Scrap- Monday morning

[solo_sword]

Was it an impromptu trip when you had days' worth of warning about it but you decided to do it on a whim? Jaina wasn't sure, but considering the arrangements that had to go into her leaving for a few days, this was as close to it as she got these days without something blowing up somewhere.

Once she landed the promised X-wing, she sent off a couple texts and started shutdown procedures. Honestly, it felt better coming in this way.


[Open!]

Trooper Station; Monday [08/13].

[died8yearsago]

Sure, the weekend had been insane and stupid and insanely stupid, but Rosa was feeling pretty good about getting to be an actual cop for once around here, even if it wasn't exactly busting up drug rings or solving murders. But then Monday came. Monday always came, and Rosa was reminded of one more thing she missed about the Nine-Nine that she most certainly took for granted, and that was, in a larger precinct, there was always someone else to do the god damn paperwork.

"How can an island with so few people require this much paperwork?"

It didn't help that her usual frustrations with technology seemed to be in full force that Monday, having to stop several times to glare at her screen, smacking her hand against the side of it as whatever she was working on fritzed out or froze or sometimes just went to a black or blue screen of death.

Eventually, it got so bad that she just ripped her monitor up off the desk and threw it to the floor. Which did not bode well for the monitor, but she pulled out her wallet and threw a couple of bills down on top of demolished equipment. "I'll pay for that," she promised, ever her technology-sucks-anyway motto, and then she dropped back into her desk and...filled out some forms longhand or whatever.

Until Ralph brought over a spare monitor and hooked it up, receiving the brunt of Rosa's glare the whole time. "Thanks, Ralph," she said between her teeth, and you could tell she really, really meant it...

Oh. And don't even get her started about the Pumpkin...Half afraid that Arlo 2 would try to eat the damn thing (were those just Arlo 2's regular excited licks or something more hungry? She didn't know, but she didn't want to explain to someone, yeah, my dog ate your pet), she brought the Pumpkin with her to the station, leaving a message for the little green kid to come pick up her damn....Pumpkin.

[[open station is open!]]

The warehouse district- Monday afternoon

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Maybe it was too soon, considering the level of trauma some people were dealing with, but Sabine needed to do this while the image was still clear in her head. Besides, it wasn't like a ton of people visited the warehouse district, so the number of people who'd stumble upon it would be minimal, probably.

And either way, Sabine was spending at least part of her day painting a giant Big Mouth Billy Bass on the side of a warehouse (not hers, of course), including the new inscription on his nameplate. It was more cartoonish than anything because that whole thing had been ridiculous, but it was definitely easy to tell what it was.

Look. It was what she did.


[If you think every BDE she's present for will get represented in paint somewhere in town, you're correct! If you ever want one on your building let me know.

Also, open!]

The Perk, Monday

[what_the_shock]

Evil singing fish was a little weird even for Miguel.

Clearly the solution for that was ignoring it and drinking more coffee.

"No, I don't want pumpkin spice. Ever. Thank you."

For reasons.

He would sit here with his coffee, though, going through some modern culture info on a tablet to get him up to speed with current events (that totally wasn't just going through BuzzFeed and Bored Panda).

Hey, these things were important.


[OOC: Open post, open Perk!]