http://craftyladyparts.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] craftyladyparts.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2016-03-17 09:40 am

Fandom Trooper Station, Thursday

Jessica had been back in Fandom for just over a year now. Since the day she missed the destruction of her world by helping to prevent a completely unrelated multiversal calamity, she had been through so much. Half-eaten by a vampire who drained her energy. Defeating then losing an elder God. Making new friends and seeing old ones off. Meeting God-King Doom mask to mask and surviving. Renovating the jail cells to handle just about anything. She had even had private time with a woman, something friends of hers probably would have applauded if they hadn't been destroyed, horribly.

In the past year, she lost everything, rebuilt, and met her true potential on several levels. She was in a good place now.

And that's why it was so effing annoying that the wind stole her jacket, shirt, and (most impressively) bra and she was walking into the trooper station with only shamrocks covering her upper anatomy. "Ralph, I need a shirt," she said.

One year, she though as she caught the standard trooper top. One freaking year.
fjordicswagger: (tamsin: crossarms)

[personal profile] fjordicswagger 2016-03-17 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"I was going to stop by here to see how the Trooper Station coffee was doing," said Tamsin, folding her arms firmly over her own be-shamrocked rack. "But now I'm thinking about having you arrest the island."
fjordicswagger: (tamsin: crossarms)

[personal profile] fjordicswagger 2016-03-17 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Tamsin... was wearing jeans. They were nice jeans. They were just rather inadequate at the task of covering up all of her, and they were covered in shamrocks.

"I'm not even remotely Irish," she complained. "If you can't arrest it, I'll get Ralph to do it."

Ralph, who had made himself scarce the moment he saw her coming in.
fjordicswagger: (tamsin: aware)

[personal profile] fjordicswagger 2016-03-17 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fine," Tamsin said. She rolled her eyes, but it was more of a token eyeroll than anything she was putting effort into. "So how is the station coffee right now? I might have to kill something in my drain."
fjordicswagger: (tamsin: really?)

[personal profile] fjordicswagger 2016-03-17 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's the answer I was hoping for," Tamsin said.

Her satisfied tone would have to make up for the fact she was still crossing her arms. "I'm starting to wonder if there's some kind of Eldritch abomination just spawning stuff in our sewage system."
fjordicswagger: (Default)

[personal profile] fjordicswagger 2016-03-17 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do you have a shirt that doesn't take off within five seconds?" Tamsin asked dryly. "Besides the one you're wearing."

Out of respect for prior fun, she was not going to ask you to take off your shirt right now, Jessica. Rejoice.
fjordicswagger: (tamsin: srsly?)

[personal profile] fjordicswagger 2016-03-17 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Is it going to stop me from flashing my boobs at people every five seconds?" Tamsin said, walking after her. "Because I'll let you do just about anything to my skin if you can manage that."

This would probably sound sexy if her voice wasn't as dry as the Sahara desert right now.
fjordicswagger: (tamsin: not very happy)

[personal profile] fjordicswagger 2016-03-17 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Tamsin grabbed the shirt. This meant uncrossing her arms, but that was a cross she was willing to bear.

She yanked it on over her head. "I'm going home after this," she muttered, "Killing the damn thing in the drain and having fifty naps."
fjordicswagger: (Default)

[personal profile] fjordicswagger 2016-03-17 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"It keeps gurgling," Tamsin said. "I tried pouring bleach into it, but you think that works? Of course it doesn't."
fjordicswagger: (tamsin: not very happy)

[personal profile] fjordicswagger 2016-03-17 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Tamsin rolled her eyes. "Please. I slept like a miracle for like a week after that." Thanks, Jess. "It started, oh... a week ago? I'm waiting for the island to cough up an excuse."
fjordicswagger: (tamsin: crossarms)

[personal profile] fjordicswagger 2016-03-18 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"It's Fandom," Tamsin pointed out. "Chances are it is old pipes, but only because they haven't had their annual sacrifice in years."
fjordicswagger: (tamsin: not very happy)

[personal profile] fjordicswagger 2016-03-18 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
"We need more weird handymen in general," Tamsin sighed. She pulled on her shirt. "So did you still have to do some webbing trick, or is this good?"
fjordicswagger: (tamsin: srsly?)

[personal profile] fjordicswagger 2016-03-18 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Poor Ralph. Tamsin noticed him immediately, her eyes narrowing at the guy over Jessica's shoulder. "Sure," she said, then raised her voice. "Hey, Ralph! Long time no see!"
fjordicswagger: (tamsin: really?)

[personal profile] fjordicswagger 2016-03-18 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"More like every job has at least one dumbass," Tamsin said, lowering her arms now that the shirt was back in place. "Thanks. Now I won't have to punch half the people I see for staring."

Not that she probably would. That took too much effort. A deadly glare worked just as well.
fjordicswagger: (tamsin: making a point)

[personal profile] fjordicswagger 2016-03-18 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ralph's a dumbass," Tamsin said firmly. "A sweet dumbass, but still."

She looked over towards where he'd run off to. "Thanks for saving me from more paperwork too, I guess."
fjordicswagger: (Default)

[personal profile] fjordicswagger 2016-03-18 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"You filled in a job application?" Tamsin asked. "This place has gotten more rigorous since I left."