Trooper Station; Monday [03/04].

[died8yearsago]

Rosa came into the station that morning with the reservation one would expect from someone who had pretty much been assaulted by musical numbers nearly every day of the last week that she'd come in. She'd hoped that, by now, the troopers had not only gotten it out of their system, but had also realized that nothing happened while she was gone. Definitely nothing happened that warrented a whole Broadway play. But she also knew that, just because one well had dried up, that didn't mean they hadn't gone and found another one to start drawing water from.

But everything was...quiet. Dare she say it, everything was...normal. She came in, there was coffee already going in the machine, a few of them were at their desks fielding a few calls or typing up some reports, the others were just sort of hanging around by the coffee making small talk about their weekends. There was a completely manageable pile of reports in Rosa's inbox, there wasn't any weird food or animal related things going on, no shrinking walls, no bizarre details...

...she didn't trust it for a second. She reached her desk, threw her jacket over the back of her chair, and pulled it out cautiously. Slowly, she sat down, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

And there it was.

Literally. The other shoe dropped right at the center of her desk the moment she pulled her chair in and went to turn on her computer. And then another. And then another. And the trooper station was subject to a very localized helping of scattered shoe showers throughout the day.

Rosa really hated this place sometimes, but there was a pretty kick-ass boot that wound up almost knocking over her coffee that she was making a mission out of finding its match, because she would rock the hell out of those boots and this one was even her size...

[[open!]]

Turtle & Canary; Monday [03/04].

[somethingwithturquoise]

"No, Apu," Summer sighed, giving her hair an irritated toss over her shoulder again, "I'm not test driving a new look. You don't mess with a classic. But I have a cat now. So guess who inexplicably doesn't seem to have a single hair tie in her entire apartment? It's not even a large apartment. Where is she even taking them all?"

And, of course, because that was just how things worked, they were actually sold out of all the other hair ties in the hair products aisle and wouldn't be getting more in until tomorrow. Summer could only hope, then, that the humidity today wasn't too bad, but who even knew with whatever this weather was doing lately? It wasn't like she'd dealt with her hair down in worse situations, either, but come on. It was more the prinicple of the matter, really.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Orange Sherbert
Orange Sorbet
Red

Today's Jello Flavor
Fiesta Carrot Pineapple

Turtle & Canary is open!

Community Center Class: Modern Earth Entertainment, Monday

[2_old_for_this]

"Hi, everybody." Peter waved as they came in. "Today's movie is about time travel, violence, and some fashions some of us wish we could forget. It started a series, and if you like this one, we might watch the next one, too."

Not any of the ones after that, though. Because reasons.

"It stars a guy who went on to be governor of a really big state, because sometimes politics is weird."

Fandom Post Office, March 5 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Someone in town, it seemed, had some kind of contentious and very heated feud going with someone from their home universe, or perhaps a torrid long-distance love affair, or something. For the last several weeks Éponine had noticed letters going back and forth between the Fandom resident and their off-island, er, correspondent on a daily basis, but the frequency had ramped up as of late.

As evidenced by the full tray of interdimensional mail that consisted entirely of envelopes addressed to the off-island recipient, and the equally full tray of outgoing mail from the person who lived here on the island.

It was very hard for Éponine to resist trying to see if anything could be read through the envelopes, but luckily there was plenty to sort today, and it kept her busy enough.

She couldn't help laughing out loud every time she came across a new piece of mail that had to go into one of those two trays, though. As absurd as this situation seemed to have gotten, after all, what else was she supposed to do?

[OOC: Post office/post are open, though SP is highly likely today.]