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fandomtownies2019-07-01 08:09 am
died8yearsago) wrote in fandomtownies2019-07-01 08:09 am
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Trooper Station; Monday [07/01].
Desk duty, these days, were sort of hit and miss. One week, it seemed like a curse to be stuck at the desk answer phone and sending out troopers accordingly. The next, it would seem like a blessing, because whatever was going on out there, Rosa had a convenient excuse for not dealing with it.
This week was definitely the latter. There were plenty of calls coming in, from people complaining about bushes that were giggling at them to people being pretty sure they were being followed, which, okay, pretty easy stuff to deal with, send a couple of troopers out to look into it, but they all came back pretty much reporting the same thing: nothing there. A few confirmed that it definitely seemed like the foilage found something funny that day, though it didn't seem to be anything more than that, and the only evidence of anyone following anyone were the usual squirrels and their notebooks.
Which could be easy to brush off if it was just a few things, or the Bee Lady being paranoid, but there were several instances, and that just got Rosa frowning in thought, because it was Monday, and this could very well lead into something much bigger by Friday.
"I mean," she reasoned, when shooting a few ideas around with the rest of the troopers, "it could just be the plants. Maybe they're slowly growing sentience, and, by the end of the week, they've overgrown the place and we're covered in them, and they won't shut up about how great photosynthesis is...Okay, Ralph, go ahead and head to T&C and make sure we've got a decent supply of weed killer this week, maybe check out a weed whacker or two while you're over there. Blackstone's right next door with that Crumbler thing of hers, that should take care of any plants that might start to--"
She stopped, lifting her eyebrows at the troopers staring at her.
"What? Don't give me that look"--yes, she knew they were wearing helmets and couldn't actually see their faces, but she could feel it, okay?--"I don't care if they've gained sentience, they'll still be an invasive species at that point, and it's our jobs to protect the island against the plants that are clearly going to overrun this place by the end of the week."
One of these weeks, Rosa might actually get her theories right.
This was, clearly, not that week.
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This week was definitely the latter. There were plenty of calls coming in, from people complaining about bushes that were giggling at them to people being pretty sure they were being followed, which, okay, pretty easy stuff to deal with, send a couple of troopers out to look into it, but they all came back pretty much reporting the same thing: nothing there. A few confirmed that it definitely seemed like the foilage found something funny that day, though it didn't seem to be anything more than that, and the only evidence of anyone following anyone were the usual squirrels and their notebooks.
Which could be easy to brush off if it was just a few things, or the Bee Lady being paranoid, but there were several instances, and that just got Rosa frowning in thought, because it was Monday, and this could very well lead into something much bigger by Friday.
"I mean," she reasoned, when shooting a few ideas around with the rest of the troopers, "it could just be the plants. Maybe they're slowly growing sentience, and, by the end of the week, they've overgrown the place and we're covered in them, and they won't shut up about how great photosynthesis is...Okay, Ralph, go ahead and head to T&C and make sure we've got a decent supply of weed killer this week, maybe check out a weed whacker or two while you're over there. Blackstone's right next door with that Crumbler thing of hers, that should take care of any plants that might start to--"
She stopped, lifting her eyebrows at the troopers staring at her.
"What? Don't give me that look"--yes, she knew they were wearing helmets and couldn't actually see their faces, but she could feel it, okay?--"I don't care if they've gained sentience, they'll still be an invasive species at that point, and it's our jobs to protect the island against the plants that are clearly going to overrun this place by the end of the week."
One of these weeks, Rosa might actually get her theories right.
This was, clearly, not that week.
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