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fandomtownies2019-04-08 05:05 am
died8yearsago) wrote in fandomtownies2019-04-08 05:05 am
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Trooper Station; Monday [04/08].
It was subtle, really. Rosa didn't even realize what was happening at first, not until she'd gotten to the end of yesterday's broadcast and realized she hadn't really heard any of it since Thursday; that's probably what got it started, that husky, smoky voice of Blackstone's, and then she was just completely distracted...absorbed, really...by the coming and goings of the troopers around the station. Mostly the goings, really. God, that armor was so dumb, the way it just drew her attention to all their flat stupid clone butts, except for...was that Calvin? Had he been working out? Because it definitely looked like there was some improvement from the last time. The last time since...
...oh.
Oh, great. This was happening again. Rosa remembered the last time she was this distracted by all the dumb troopers' stupid butts; it was the sort of thing that traumatized a person, after all. It stuck with you, and now it was all rushing back to her, that whole week. She'd been dating Soup Girl at the time, decided she needed to just get the hell off this island, took off on her bike (with Hot Leaf Water, of all people, on her back, she recalled with an excited thrill that was followed quickly by and battled with a swell of revulsion), and dealt with it that way.
Well. If it was that all over again, she sure hoped Tightpants didn't have any plans, because he was about to have a busy week ahead of him.
But first, she needed to do something about this butt situatuion. Smacking her hands down on her desk to get everyone's attention, she stood up. "Listen up, everyone!" she announced. "New game. Starting now. Unless it's an emergency, everyone just stay seated in their chairs. No getting up, if you get up, you lose. If everyone makes it to the end of the day, I'll bring in good coffee and doughnuts all next week. Got it?"
They'd done stupider contents for less, really, so they weren't that hard to convince. So that took care of one problem. But then she'd gone and thought about Tightpants.
Goddammit. She was not going to get any work done today, was she?
[[ sorry for all the butts. open station is open! ]]
...oh.
Oh, great. This was happening again. Rosa remembered the last time she was this distracted by all the dumb troopers' stupid butts; it was the sort of thing that traumatized a person, after all. It stuck with you, and now it was all rushing back to her, that whole week. She'd been dating Soup Girl at the time, decided she needed to just get the hell off this island, took off on her bike (with Hot Leaf Water, of all people, on her back, she recalled with an excited thrill that was followed quickly by and battled with a swell of revulsion), and dealt with it that way.
Well. If it was that all over again, she sure hoped Tightpants didn't have any plans, because he was about to have a busy week ahead of him.
But first, she needed to do something about this butt situatuion. Smacking her hands down on her desk to get everyone's attention, she stood up. "Listen up, everyone!" she announced. "New game. Starting now. Unless it's an emergency, everyone just stay seated in their chairs. No getting up, if you get up, you lose. If everyone makes it to the end of the day, I'll bring in good coffee and doughnuts all next week. Got it?"
They'd done stupider contents for less, really, so they weren't that hard to convince. So that took care of one problem. But then she'd gone and thought about Tightpants.
Goddammit. She was not going to get any work done today, was she?
[[ sorry for all the butts. open station is open! ]]