fandomtownies | Trooper Station; Monday [05/07].

There wasn't a lot of work being done in the station that Monday, but it appeared that Rosa and the troopers were actually getting along, so the day should be marked as a success regardless. They were telling her stories about previous graduation attacks after she'd heard about what happened this weekend, stories she would have thought were stupid and obviously made up if it weren't for the fact that she'd been here for as long as she had now.

Did it bother her that she was so used to it now? Yeah, kinda. But at least she had an assignment in Brooklyn this week so she can go and be around normal people for a while.

Which, if you knew the Nine-Nine, was a hell of a statement.

"Man," she grunted, shaking her head, "worst that happened at my graduation was a few people got caught with weapons and the valedictorian almost puked during her speech because someone threatened to beat her up if she screwed it up."

And if you guessed that Rosa was involved in both of those things, you would guess right.

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Seivarden had only received one phone call last week, and that had been from Rosa threatening to use her weapons. Since she had spent the rest of the week, apart from work, binge watching a new favourite Radchaai entertainment, she hadn't yet figured out what had been going on that day.

So here she was, stepping into the station, and announcing cooly once she caught sight of Rosa:

"What kind of Security officer calls up citizens and threaten them. I'm not particularly interested to hear what you want do with your weapons, you know."

Ah, she should have known a good day here was too good to be true.

By now, Rosa had actually forgotten most of the stuff that happened on Wednesday. The only one to really stick with her was the hot-sounding chick talking about fighting with her bare hands or something, but since nothing really developed after she'd called back, it just sort of floated out of her mind with a lingering disappointment.

Besides, alot had happened since then. Literally.

So, naturally, Hot Leaf Water couldn't possibly be talking about anything she'd done. She gave her a furrowed-brow frown, leaning a little to she side to look around her at the other troopers.

"Ralph! What did you do??"

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"You called me," Seivarden snorted. "It's not like I don't recognize your voice. Where did you get my number anyway?"

She was quite certain she hadn't given it to her, not even after the bike ride.

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"I didn't call you," said Rosa, the mere thought of it obviously making her feel a little sick to the stomach. She did remember now, though. "I did text you, though, because you called me, complaining about your goddamn tea again. Dude, you've gotta get some help about that, you got some real hang-ups, there's no way that can be healthy."

Seivarden didn't expect her to understand about tea, obviously.

"I didn't call you about tea, why would I call you about tea? You're the last person I would call about tea."

She frowned a little. There was something strange about this. Still, she added with sarcasm:

"And why you would want to show me your weapons is beyond me. What have I done to deserve that?"

"I'd want to show you my weapons because my weapons are awesome," Rosa said that part first, because that was the most important bit of information that needed to be retained, and then she could unpack the rest of it. "And you'd probably call anyone who'd listen to it about your stupid tea."

But she held up a hand.

"Okay, hold on, though. Something's not adding up. I did call some people about weapons, but they," she snorted a laugh, "definitely weren't you. Unless you can change your voice."

Which, honestly, if she was changing her voice just to harass her, that was a whole new level right there.

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Seivarden had to admit that they sort of agreed here.

"If I could change may voice, calling you to talk about weapons wouldn't exactly be my first choice. Is this the island again?"

She crossed her arms and let out a sigh. "I hate this place."

Hey, look at that. There was another thing they could agree on!

But before Rosa cleared the air with a general, cool, I didn't call you, you didn't call me, so get the hell out of my station, she had to ask, "What would be your first choice?"

"I..." Seivarden blinked. "I have never considered the possibility."

She wished she could have come up with something more snarky, or at least wittier, but the question was unexpected.

"Why?"

Rosa shrugged. "I figured, if you did have an answer, it would be lame and I could laugh at you."

She was, at the very least, honest.

"But obviously, I didn't threaten you intentionally, and you obviously have no interest in cool things like my weapons, so unless your cat is stuck up a tree again, I think we're done here."

"Maybe the people who play with swords in the park on Fridays would be impressed," Seivarden snorted. "I'm sure you can find others who are overly fond of their weapons somewhere on the island."

She had actually met quite a few during her life. They were always a little annoying.

"But I will let you return to your busy work."

Trooper Station; Monday [05/07].

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