Trooper Station; Monday [08/27].

[died8yearsago]

Rosa was at her desk that Monday as usual, glad for the phone being quiet, generally avoiding doing her radio reports because god dammit a lot of stuff happened over the weekend with that stupid picnic, and kicking her feet up on the desk.

There was also, not far away on the wall and about the height of her sitting at her desk, a dart board littered with a few pieces of Post-It notes with things scribbled onto them. Rosa had a cup full of darts next to her, and would occasionally pull one out and lazily lob it toward the dartboard, making a small note if it managed to land on a Post-It.

"...what are you doing?" Ralph eventually asked, once he and the other troopers failed to agree on an answer when they were speculating amongst themselves.

"I dunno," Rosa shrugged. "Lesson plans?"

Because throwing darts at a board and seeing what sticks was honestly the most effort she was ever going to put into a syllabus.

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[fjordicswagger]

"I see Fandom PD is hard at work," Tamsin drawled as she walked into the station like she owned the place.

Which she did. Kind of. In a weird municipal sort of way.

[died8yearsago]

Hey, they were just cooling their heels a bit before the next invasion of giant bees or wave of squirrel-on-squirrel crimes.

Still, as much as Rosa didn't mind seeing her, it was never a good thing when the top dogs just dropped in.

Rosa's boots found the floor and she sat up. "What's up, Mayor?"

[fjordicswagger]

"Surprise inspection," Tamsin informed her, striding further into the station.

(That was a lie. She was here to check out the hot new police chick again.)

"Where's the paperwork from the last island-wide mess?"

[died8yearsago]

Damn. Those were a thing? Rosa supposed she should have just felt glad that, in all her time here so far, she hadn't had one yet, but it kind of irked her that it was going to be there in the back of her mind now.

Not that she was really worried or anything. Anything wrong, she could pass up the chain to Kincaid, and then hope anything really wrong would just get her sent back to Brooklyn.

Then Tamsin said the p-word and Rosa couldn't help a grunt as those painful memories came back. She broke a computer over that paperwork. That paperwork sucked.

"Ralph," Rosa jerked her chin at the trooper, "Larry," then nodded toward the storage closet, where they disappeared for a second and then reemmerged with two file boxes each, setting them down with a ceremonious thunk onto a mostly-empty table.

One of those boxes was mostly just computer repair bills. Which, true to her word, Rosa had paid.

[fjordicswagger]

"At least someone's doing something other than eating donuts on the job," Tamsin said, trudging up to those file cabinets like she actually gave a shit.

It had to be noted: she really didn't.

She pried one piece of paper out of it. Delicately.

[died8yearsago]

"Was that a cop-related donut joke?" Rosa asked. "Wow, never heard one of those before."

Look, she wouldn't have said anything if Tamsin hadn't swept in there looking way hotter than any suit had a right to be. Why waste good banter on ugly people?

"And hold up. They're not done yet."

And there the troopers were, adding two more large and somewhat, some how heavier boxes to the mix.

How could the crisis have demanded that much paperwork? The short answer was that it really didn't. The island was just fucking with Rosa that Monday.

[fjordicswagger]

"I used to work here," Tamsin retorted. "And I'm the mayor now. I'm allowed to make as many bad donut jokes as I want."

She slapped the one paper she'd so delicately removed up on top of the box.

[died8yearsago]

Rosa narrowed her eye a little, trying to figure out what might be on that one single paper and if it had any particular significance. From what she remembered about most of those files, it probably was just another frustratingly detailed questionnaire on the millions of little pointless clues that had been taken into consideration.

But she was finding something else much more interesting now, anyway. "You used to be a cop?"

There was no way she could have been a Trooper.

[fjordicswagger]

"A detective," Tamsin agreed. "First up in Canada, then I picked up the job here. Spent a lot of time chasing lawn gnomes."

There wasn't anything particular about this piece of paper. But she knew that leaning over pieces of paper made people nervous, and she liked making people nervous.

So she made a noise, slapped the paper into the box, and reached for the next one.

[died8yearsago]

"That sounds...marginally better than chasing drunk squirrels and arsonist cats who love lasagna but hate Mondays."

The paper thing might have made some people nervous, but it kind of just made Rosa mildly annoyed. By the time Mayor McHotness pulled the second, she quirked an eyebrow and asked, "Looking for anything in particular, maybe?"

[fjordicswagger]

"Just making sure Ralph and the rest of you haven't been slacking on the job," Tamsin said, shoving the paper right back. "At least chasing drunk squirrels was good for cardio."

[died8yearsago]

"IF you worked here," Rosa pointed out, "then you should know you don't need to come down here to know that they have been."

Yeah, that's right, Ralph, don't act all offended when you knew it was true.

Meanwhile, Rosa was practically chomping at the bit for anything to actually do around here.

[fjordicswagger]

"If you want more work visits," Tamsin said, turning around languidly - before crossing her arms in Rosa's general direction. "I can make that happen."

[died8yearsago]

Rosa crossed her arms, too, leaning forward on her desk, and just almost maybe smirking a bit. "It's good to know that the mayor around here has just as little to do around here as the fuzz," she noted.

[fjordicswagger]

"I have plenty of things to do," Tamsin said flatly. "But not as many people as I'd like."

Subtle? Who needed subtle.