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fandomtownies2013-09-08 12:47 pm
fjordicswagger) wrote in fandomtownies2013-09-08 12:47 pm
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Trooper Station, Sunday
Okay, found a place to crash -- check. Gotten her job straightened out -- check. Met the succubus -- check, and it hadn't even been a total pain in the ass.
But since she was now gainfully employed - again - Tamsin actually had to put in her time. She showed up to the trooper station fairly early in the morning, smelling only faintly of vodka and tomato juice. A quick conversation with the troopers left them sufficiently impressed (and without having to use her powers, at that) to make sure none of them would try to give her any of that newbie hazing crap.
She picked a desk in the bullpen at random, sat down and leaned back. Yep. Everything was settled now. Time to do work.
Work.
C'mon, work.
An hour into her shift and she'd picked up a pencil to play with. Maybe throw at Ralph's head. Who knew what the day would hold?
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But since she was now gainfully employed - again - Tamsin actually had to put in her time. She showed up to the trooper station fairly early in the morning, smelling only faintly of vodka and tomato juice. A quick conversation with the troopers left them sufficiently impressed (and without having to use her powers, at that) to make sure none of them would try to give her any of that newbie hazing crap.
She picked a desk in the bullpen at random, sat down and leaned back. Yep. Everything was settled now. Time to do work.
Work.
C'mon, work.
An hour into her shift and she'd picked up a pencil to play with. Maybe throw at Ralph's head. Who knew what the day would hold?
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