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fandomtownies2019-06-24 06:20 am
died8yearsago) wrote in fandomtownies2019-06-24 06:20 am
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Trooper Station; Monday [06/24].
It looked like things were back to normal again this Monday...or, well, Fandom normal, in a way, considering how everything was sort of in black and white. It actually took Rosa a startlingly long timee to even notice that, really. Her wardrobe swung pretty heavy toward one color as it was and her brain was probably just adapting to weird little details like that with way more ease than she was comfortable with.
Not to mention that there'd always been a nice contrast between her and her black leather and the troopers and their dumb white plasticy suits. She did have an overwhelming desire to park herself in an office with a frosted glass window, though, her name printed neatly on it, to start talking in a bit of an affected accent and be smoking with one hand, drinking a scotch on the rocks with the other, peppering her speech with a lot of "see?"s and "doll"s.
Thankfully, it was a bit too busy around the station for much of that, and since it was her desk duty day, Rosa took to dispatchihng the troopers around the island after the first call in about someone waking up all disoritentated but back to normal to keep an eye out for anyone else who might no longer be a monster anymore and, therefor, were probably in a weird state of ohgod, why am I waking up in the middle of some random spot in the wilderness right now
"Also," she stated, for the record, "I'm putting down a ton of money on the bet that this week is going to be terrible, the worst one yet, I doubt if any of us will even surivive."
...and if that worked, then so help her, Kitty really better pay her back.
[[ open station is open! ]]
Not to mention that there'd always been a nice contrast between her and her black leather and the troopers and their dumb white plasticy suits. She did have an overwhelming desire to park herself in an office with a frosted glass window, though, her name printed neatly on it, to start talking in a bit of an affected accent and be smoking with one hand, drinking a scotch on the rocks with the other, peppering her speech with a lot of "see?"s and "doll"s.
Thankfully, it was a bit too busy around the station for much of that, and since it was her desk duty day, Rosa took to dispatchihng the troopers around the island after the first call in about someone waking up all disoritentated but back to normal to keep an eye out for anyone else who might no longer be a monster anymore and, therefor, were probably in a weird state of ohgod, why am I waking up in the middle of some random spot in the wilderness right now
"Also," she stated, for the record, "I'm putting down a ton of money on the bet that this week is going to be terrible, the worst one yet, I doubt if any of us will even surivive."
...and if that worked, then so help her, Kitty really better pay her back.
[[ open station is open! ]]