Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

Having not slept well last night, Watts was occasionally eyeing the spot under his desk where he sometimes napped with no small amount of longing. Not actually going for it, just considering it.

It didn't help that there weren't any calls coming in today, nor even an errant bit of paperwork in need of filing.

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Rey came in to find that the woodchucks had again gotten into the weather controls and had somehow made an ice rink out of a portion of the course. They were apparently figure skating.

I partially annoyed, Rey eventually decided she could make it work. "Five more minutes and then it's mine!" she called.

She was totally going to fall running on ice. Whatever, she'd done worse.


[Open!]