Trooper Station; Monday [03/30].

[died8yearsago]

There had been a few piece of evidence regarding a raccoon case last week that hadn't been properly logged, so Rosa was correcting it that morning, and, once everything was properly files and tagged, she got up to go over and drop the items off in the evidence lock-up.

Which she apparently wasn't supposed to go into, if the unfortunately very belated call from Ralph was anything to go by.

"Diaz! No! Wait!"

But the door swung open and Rosa, eyes going wide for a moment, stared inside.

"Well," she stated, "that solves the mystery of what happened to Ralph's two Claires."

But it wasn't just two Claires in the evidence lock-up, but a whole mess of them, because Ralph realized a bit too late that one Claire was not a male as he originally thought, and that both Claires had been getting along incredibly well.

Rosa shook her head at the room literally crawling with guinea pigs then sighed, passing a glance over to Ralph.

"Don't worry," she assured him. "I'll take care of them."

"No!" Ralph started, charging forward to stop her. "Don't do i--"

"I'll round them up and take them over to Furnado."

Ralph blinked. Maybe. It was hard to tell, what with the helmet. "...you're not going to murder them?" he asked, unable to modulate the surprise out of his voice.

"Hell no," Rosa scoffed, looking at Ralph like he's grown two heads. "I love animals. I'm the mushy one on the squad."

"...right," said Ralph. "...of course..."

"Now, help me out," she added. "I've only got two hands, and the cat looked a little hungry this morning. We're working on a tight schedule."

[[ open! It took me three times to get this posts because my computer is a JERK, but B99 Season 7 is a GIFT, y'all ]]

Atlas Gym, Monday (3/30)

[notallbluemonks]

Half the treadmills were encased in several layers of bubble wrap today. Half the treadmills, a few exercise bikes, a stairclimber, and two ellipticals, actually.

Beau was just ... you know what, if anybody really wanted to use those machines that badly, they could unwrap them themselves. She wasn't going to ask, and she wasn't going to try; she was half expecting that if she did, they'd just end up bubble-wrapped again by the time she turned around, anyway.

She did take a small piece of the bubble wrap for herself, though. Popping those things was so damn soothing, right?

[OOC: Is it Monday? I totally forgot it was Monday.]

Community Center Class: Tactics Pancake!!! | Monday

[bookbeltof_love]

"Good evening, everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Welcome back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Nina would deny it but, really, after the effort of yesterday's party on her and then on setting class up and the magic required for that? Well, she was more than a little exhausted.

That was why it was a good thing that once she'd invoked the spells all she had to do was sit at the front of the classroom, wrapped in a blanket (mostly because despite her efforts they were still kind of… everywhere) and talk.

"After a daring and determined escape, " Nina began, despite the fact that the escape was just being narratived through rather than played, alas, but she had to move the plot along. "You have arrived at the border port town of Frittatan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After a night spend cleaning yourselves up after your ignominious capture at the hands of the undead, it's a deep comfort to be back amongst your familiar breakfasty people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And, indeed, the town bustled with breakfast people. Poptarts were talking to parfaits. Quiche and bowls of oatmeal haggled over produce. Childish bowls of cereal chased each other about in endless games of chase.

It was gloriously nonsensical and incredibly, improbably idyllic for a port town. Or for a border town, for that matter.

Nina didn't much care about that. She cared a lot more about the fact that, if you looked really closely at the buildings and fountains and benches that it was clear that everything, including the grass, was made of blankets, couch cushions, and pillows.

The fact that it actually looked like a village was a sheer testament to Nina's determination to make it so.

"Now, clean and refreshed, it is time to go information gathering!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The Park, Monday Afternoon

[okteiviakom]

Some days were quiet, and Octavia was having one right now.

After her usual routine of patrolling in the morning she'd ended up just drifting around town, which had landed her at the Perk for a takeaway coffee, and then ultimately here in the park. Sitting on one of the benches by the duck pond, watching the ducks and the flamingos as they went about their bird-like business.

Some days were quiet, and that was okay.

[ooc: Open post/park!]

Monday: Covent Garden Flowers

[mylandmyrules]

Nell would be out in the back all day. Her work would all get done, she was too responsible to skip out on that, but every spare moment would be spent out back with the plants and the plant-y pillow fort.

Fandom Post Office, March 31 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

There were boxes of crayons everywhere today, and as might be expected of someone who had been working here for seven years now Éponine was not asking why.

Why ask, really, when she could just take advantage of one of the nice big 64-color boxes and the random coloring books that were also just lying around all over the lobby instead?

When she wasn't helping a customer or out on a delivery run, Éponine could be found behind the counter, industriously filling in the various sections of a picture of a peacock, one color at a time. And no, she didn't care if peacocks didn't actually have metallic lavender feathers; this was her coloring book, and she'd fill it in however she liked, thank you.

[OOC: Post/post office open! I'm going in to work an hour and a half early for some OT because I agreed to it for some reason, because I am a fool. Mistakes may have been made. The post is still open though.]