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fandomtownies2019-02-11 08:46 am
died8yearsago) wrote in fandomtownies2019-02-11 08:46 am
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Trooper Station; Monday [02/11].
So. That was a weekend.
Honestly, for having woken up with no memory, no idea who she was or where she was, Rosa was a little proud of herself by how much she had been able to figure out and put together. Of course, it wasn't like she was surprised by it; she was a damn good detective, of course she'd be able to figure some of it out. And since she'd sort of spent the whole weekend basically doing her job by investigating, she figured that earned her the right to kick up her feet a little bit and take it easy that Monday.
She considered compiling up a file or something for herself in the event that this ever happened again, but, ultimately, she decided not to. The last weekend has been some of the most engaging detective work she got to do around here; she wouldn't want to deprive future memory-loss Rosa Diaz (or Emily Goldfinch or Amanda St. Claire) of that pleasure sometime in the future.
So she settled in for what she suspected might be an easy day (unless anyone got into some real shit while they were memory-less, but she'd cross that bridge if she came to it), content in the newly-obtained knowledge that, even when she wasn't sure who she was, she was still a certifiable badass.
Not that she had any doubts.
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Honestly, for having woken up with no memory, no idea who she was or where she was, Rosa was a little proud of herself by how much she had been able to figure out and put together. Of course, it wasn't like she was surprised by it; she was a damn good detective, of course she'd be able to figure some of it out. And since she'd sort of spent the whole weekend basically doing her job by investigating, she figured that earned her the right to kick up her feet a little bit and take it easy that Monday.
She considered compiling up a file or something for herself in the event that this ever happened again, but, ultimately, she decided not to. The last weekend has been some of the most engaging detective work she got to do around here; she wouldn't want to deprive future memory-loss Rosa Diaz (or Emily Goldfinch or Amanda St. Claire) of that pleasure sometime in the future.
So she settled in for what she suspected might be an easy day (unless anyone got into some real shit while they were memory-less, but she'd cross that bridge if she came to it), content in the newly-obtained knowledge that, even when she wasn't sure who she was, she was still a certifiable badass.
Not that she had any doubts.
[[open!]]