Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Liam had woken up that morning with a dull throbbing in his palms that radiated up the energy pathways in his arms. By the time he made it in to the Trooper Station, it had progressed to a full-on headache.

Which of course meant that today would be the day that there was some sort of rhythmic drumming in the station coming from... somewhere. So far the Troopers hadn't had any luck tracking it down. On the bright side, Calvin had pointed out, it was only in the main area of the station. The sheriff's office, cells, interrogation room, were all drumbeat-free.

Liam just sighed and went into his office, turning off the light and for once, actually shutting the door. He was still here if anyone needed him, just so long as they knocked lightly.

[ooc: and despite the narrative i am around and in DESPERATE need of entertainment as i run around doing last minute trip prep.]

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[died8yearsago]

With no class to deal with today and feeling generally kind of bored anyway, Rosa didn't think it would hurt to spend a little extra time at the station.

Didn't take her that long to realize that was a stupid idea.

"And no one knows where's that's coming from?"

"You're the detective; you figure it out."

So have fun with the whole station basically being turned inside out by the time you emerge from your special little drum-free cave there, Kincaid. Because the longer Rosa went without being able to find it, the more determined she became.

And frustrated.

[firstofitskind]

If it was any consolation, Rosa, it was hardly a 'drum-free cave', it was just that the drums were inside his head rather than external. It was also not all that silent, given the commotion Rosa was making trying to find the source of the drumming.

Liam sighed and got up, opening the door a crack. "What is going on?" he asked.

[died8yearsago]

And there was Rosa's head popping up from behind a desk. "Drums," she reported, narrowing her eyes. "Gotta be coming from somewhere. These jerks," she cocked her head toward the nearest troopers, following it up with a glare, " are useless. Probably got it blocked out with those stupid helmets."

And Rosa's head disappeared again, followed by what could only be described as a saw on metal.

[firstofitskind]

That was absolutely not a whimper that escaped from Liam at that saw-on-metal sound, nope.

"Could you," he managed, during a break in the noise (well, relative break, considering the drums were still going), "Maybe. Try looking for it quieter?" he pleaded.

[died8yearsago]

There was, at least, a bit of a considering pause there.

And then the sawing continued. Just...much slower. Like someone trying to saw as quietly as possible.

Look. These possible secret compartments inside the desks that might be hiding the source of the drumming weren't going to reveal themselves, Kincaid.

[firstofitskind]

"Thank you," Liam said, some of the tension leaving his body as he spoke.

"If you need a break," he offered. "S'quieter in here."

Also significantly darker. There wasn't really a lot of work getting done in his office today.

[died8yearsago]

"I'll take a break as soon as I find this thing and kill it," Rosa said. "Or it kills me. Whichever comes first."

And Rosa was stubborn, random drumming noise.

Thankfully for her, these things were usually on a time limit.

[firstofitskind]

Good luck with that; it was one of those weird Fandom things that wasn’t going to stop until it was good and ready.

“All right,” he sighed. “Well. You know where I’ll be.”