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fandomtownies2018-11-26 07:10 am
died8yearsago) wrote in fandomtownies2018-11-26 07:10 am
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Trooper Station; Monday [11/26].
Last week had pretty much been a bust, as far as being productive around this place had been. The first part of it was spent sick as hell, followed by force family time for Thanksgiving, and since she was already home, she figured she'd just stick around Brooklyn and make a long weekend out of it, and came out feeling relatively ready for things to get back to normal. Normal for here, anyway, which was, unfortunately, her normal in general now. Ugh.
Rosa wasn't really expecting too much when she settled in behind her desk, took care of a stack of ever-present pointless paperwork, compliment Ralph on the new paintjob that he'd obviously tried to clean off and hadn't quite gotten it yet, checked her desk drawers for coffee or cranberry sauce, and just sort of tilted her head at the report on liquor-lifting raccoons, and took to catching up on things via radio.
...which involved the theft of a spaceship.
Well, technically, it was returned, so it wasn't really a theft, which was honestly a little disappointing in a way. It would be interesting to say she'd had some grand theft spaceship experience under her belt, but then that just made her think about the island getting a spaceship-lifting version of Doug Judy on their hands, and...ugh, no. Just kill her now.
Which then made her wonder if she needed to do a lesson tomorrow in her class on why stealing spaceships was bad, but that sounded pretty gross and obnoxious. Maybe they'd blow stuff up instead. She guessed she'd just see how she felt when she woke up in the morning, which was pretty much how almost all her classes used to be decided.
[[open station is open! ]]
Rosa wasn't really expecting too much when she settled in behind her desk, took care of a stack of ever-present pointless paperwork, compliment Ralph on the new paintjob that he'd obviously tried to clean off and hadn't quite gotten it yet, checked her desk drawers for coffee or cranberry sauce, and just sort of tilted her head at the report on liquor-lifting raccoons, and took to catching up on things via radio.
...which involved the theft of a spaceship.
Well, technically, it was returned, so it wasn't really a theft, which was honestly a little disappointing in a way. It would be interesting to say she'd had some grand theft spaceship experience under her belt, but then that just made her think about the island getting a spaceship-lifting version of Doug Judy on their hands, and...ugh, no. Just kill her now.
Which then made her wonder if she needed to do a lesson tomorrow in her class on why stealing spaceships was bad, but that sounded pretty gross and obnoxious. Maybe they'd blow stuff up instead. She guessed she'd just see how she felt when she woke up in the morning, which was pretty much how almost all her classes used to be decided.
[[open station is open! ]]