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fandomtownies2015-09-24 01:06 pm
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Trooper Station, Thursday
It was a quiet day in the Trooper Station, made all the quieter by a station-wide round of the Quiet Game. Jessica wasn't positive some of the troopers weren't cheating by turning off their helmet speakers, but whatever, she'd give the benefit of the doubt.
The competition was fierce, with nobody speaking a word. And then the worst thing happened: the phone rang.
Jessica and the troopers looked at each other. In the first moments, nobody moved. Then there was pointing. The pointing became more aggressive. By the time the ringing stopped, chokeholds had been applied and Ralph's hand was webbed to the phone. Everyone regained their composure once the noise stopped.
And then it rang again.
The competition was fierce, with nobody speaking a word. And then the worst thing happened: the phone rang.
Jessica and the troopers looked at each other. In the first moments, nobody moved. Then there was pointing. The pointing became more aggressive. By the time the ringing stopped, chokeholds had been applied and Ralph's hand was webbed to the phone. Everyone regained their composure once the noise stopped.
And then it rang again.