Trooper Station; Monday [01/28].

[died8yearsago]

One thing Rosa did enjoy about the trooper station here on the island was that it was at least spacious, or, at the very least, there were so few of them that she never felt too crowded or overwhelmed by people like she could be at the Nine-Nine.

Usually.

Today, apparently, the station seemed to be a little slow on the uptake on the whole everything-tiny thing and, though it seemed fine on the outside, Rosa opened the door to find all the walls seemed to have moved in, all the desks pushed together, with barely enough space for people to move between them, much be able to avoid each other.

"What the hell?"

Rosa did not approve of this, she did not approve of having to climb over other people's desks just to get to hers, she did not approve of the fact that the troopers seemed to forget how to move today, too, and that she almost had to climb over them to get anywhere, too.

She'd had to say excuse me more times that day than she had in her entire life.

Twice.

And she was pretty sure this was definitely a fire hazard.

....ooh, maybe if she did just start a fire...

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