Trooper Station; Monday [08/20].

[died8yearsago]

Rosa was a little late coming into the station that Monday because...well, it was none of your business, and who would even really care, anyway? It seemed, though, that the troopers were going to take it onto themselves to use that tardiness as an excuse to goof around. She walked in, faintly aghast to discover them utilizing all of the rolly chair in the station to race against each other from one side of the bullpen to the other.

Aghast not because they were doing it, of course. Aghast because they were doing it so wrong.

"I swear to God," she murmured, setting down her coffee, taking off her sunglasses and her jacket and tossing them on her desk, "I have to show you morons how to do everything. That's not how you chair race."

She grabbed a fire extinguisher and a chair, took a seat, turned the valve, and took off.

"That is how you chair race."

So that managed to take up a good chunk of their day. Hopefully, she'd remember to leave a note for Kincaid about getting the extinguishers refilled before she forgot about it.

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Just outside the Perk- Monday evening

[thatwaslucky]

Rey had been headed back to the dorms when it started raining. At first she'd started to make a run for it, and then remembered where she was heading in a few days, and then she just ducked in by the closest store. She liked the rain, why rush out of it?

Not that she went in. She stayed just out of the rain, occasionally sticking her hand out because she could. This was what happened when you never had anyone to tell you about catching your death of cold.


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