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Kitty actually kind of hoped no one came in today because it meant they weren't out in the dark when it was terrible. She, of course, could just not be solid and not get into trouble, and she worked at a place where people who couldn't do that could be safe from whatever was out there.

So she was here, and preparing for a boring night. Boring was fine.

...She bet it wouldn't be too boring.

[Open! Caritas should be open before sunset so the alarm would go off during the shift. Please specify when you're coming in!

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~~Get out.~~

Rosa just shrugged again. "I'm not sure it's actually aware it's doing it," she admitted, recognizing that this was a conversation that she should never, ever need to have, "because, you know, it's an island, it's probably not aware of anything. But if it actually is doing this stuff consciously, then I just gained way more points on the Pro side of the 'Should I Burn This Whole Place Down to the Ground' list."

There were startlingly few Cons on that list, too, it should be noted.

Regina shook her head. "If you burned it down, something weirder and worse would just find a way to take its place." She'd been through that dance a time or two. Metaphorically. For all that she could throw fireballs, she didn't usually opt for setting things on fire. "Why are you still here if you hate this place so much? There a curse on the town line or something?"

She hadn't tried the causeway yet. She was rather missing having dwarves willing to try things like that for her.

"There...isn't," said Rosa, "usually, but there's plenty of people who actually are stuck here because they can't get home. I'm not one of them, thank god, but I still got trapped in some weird, bullshit contract with my job. And it's not...." Rosa grunted a little, looking she was having a difficult time even getting this next part out, "that bad, most of the time, so it's....tolerable enough...

"It hasn't gotten to the point where I feel it's worth the headache of leaving...yet."

Well now. Wasn't that a whole lot of ways to talk around caring about something. Regina didn't bother hiding her smirk. Definitely a drama queen. "And what's your job, then, Ms. . . . ?"

"...Diaz," Rosa said, after a brief moment of considering one of her ~~other~~ fake names, but come on. When would that ever work here? "Detective Diaz. One of FPD's very own. The whole squad consists of me, a guy I'm pretty sure is from space, and a handful of clones in plastic armor. It's great."

And her beer....was empty. She knew she told herself she was just going to have one or two, but this conversation was definitely calling for another, so she got Tino's attention by lifting her empty and quirking a brow.

"Detective," Regina repeated with a nod. That explained some things. "Last place I lived the local cops consisted of an ex-pirate and a reformed evil wizard." There'd been plenty of other cops at the Hyperion Heights precinct, but none interesting enough to ~~not be NPC clones~~ speak of. "You actually remind me a bit of the pirate. Same taste in clothes."

Yeah. Regina was going to do fine here.

Which wasn't, necessarily, a compliment.

Rosa's brow furrowed again, as she thought something over, a frown surfacing. "I want an ex-pirate with an impeccible and perfect sense of fashion in my stupid, deceptively quaint weird little dumb town," she decided. It would definitely make things more interesting during that one week where all she could do was notice all those stupid flat trooper butts. "Although...." Her head tilted a little as she seemed to drift onto another thought, "we did have Mayor McHotness on board at one point, but that was before my time. Probably a good thing, I would have never gotten any work done..."

She...might be rambling just a little. It had been a long, creepy night so far, okay? It was allowed.

Regina laughed. "I ever manage to contact home, I'll let Rogers know there's an opening." She wouldn't. Rogers and Alice deserved some normalcy for once.

She really hoped they were okay.

"Mayor McHotness? Please tell me that's not their actual name."

Rosa almost suggested that she only do if they were not that good, because she didn't actually want to have to compete for the spot of the best if she didn't have to. Obviously, she'd get it, but it was kind of nice to not have to, buuuut....it would also be really nice having more competent help on weeks like this, especially when weeks like this followed weeks like last, and the one before that, and before that...

...yeah, she'd take that in a heartbeat.

"It's not," Rosa assured her. "It's just what I call her. Because, you know, she's the mayor. And...she's super hot." It was really self-explanatory. "Her real name is, like.....Tanis," oooh, so close, "or something."

Look, she was a good detective. She just didn't care enough to remember marginally trivial information like the name of the mayor sometimes.

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As a former mayor who was, she felt, more than reasonably hot herself, Regina was, once again, unimpressed. At least when people had called her the Evil Queen, they still knew what her actual name was.

"I see she makes quite the impression, then. Does she actually govern, or is she just there to look hot?"

"She's always there doing things when a real crisis hits that doesn't just disappear and make room for the next one when the week is over," said Rosa with a shrug, "which is more than you can say for most politicians."

She was a cop from New York. Her bar was set pretty low.

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Regina shook her head. "Any mayor worth her salt should be right in the middle of things when they go pear-shaped."

That's what she'd always done. Sure, at first that was because she tended to be the cause of the crisis, but that was beside the point.

"Yeah, well," said Rosa, "this place not only goes pear-shaped, but also apple-, kumquat-, banana-, and kiwi-shaped just about every five, ten minutes, so....I wouldn't regret investing in McHotness salt at all."

Regina nodded at that, mulling it over, and finished her drink.

"Where the hell did that curse land me?"

It was mostly rhetorical. She had really, really been hoping she'd be done with the giant, life-altering, monster-filled curses by now.

Ahahaha. Hahaha. Ha.

Good one, Mills.

"Fandom Island," Rosa sighed as she still provided an answer because, hey, you never did know when you were talking to someone who had no idea whatsoever what they were about to plunge themselves into, and she lifted her beer as if in a toast. "It sucks, but, hey, at least the safest place on the island also has booze."

And there went down another one.

"Oh, and also?" she added, since apparently, she was feeling helpful. "Don't try to attack anyone in here or else you'll end up in the pond in the park. Or the alley, I hear, but it always sends me to the pond."

Because it was always, always funnier that way.

Regina's eyebrows went up at that. That sounded like a very useful spell. She was going to have to see if Kitty could share the details.

"You attack people a lot, Detective Diaz?"

Rosa took a moment to look at Regina, then took a moment to look very pointedly at her blood-and-probably-a-lot-worse-splattered shirt.

"No," she said, "I'm a pascifist. I wouldn't hurt a fly."

Regina gave her a pointed look right back. "Attacking those things isn't the same as attacking people."

If it were, her carefully rebuilt karma was screwed just having walked over here from the diner.

Which was an excellent counterpoint, and Rosa had to actually put a little effort into keeping a smirk down.

"No," she said, again, but this time actually sincere, "not often. Only when it's pretty much deserved."

And just the one person, too, actually, now that she thought about it.

"There was also," she added, partly to distract from that point, and also, because it might be helpful, "this one time when I got stuck halfway in the bar, and I figured kicking someone would be the best way to get out of it short of sending for a chainsaw."

"Now that's almost clever," Regina said. ". . . How do you get stuck halfway into a bar?"

Rosa shrugged, shaking her head at the futility of trying to explain something like that. "I just...did," she said. "Physics decided to take a break that day. I came in, leaned into my usual spot, kept leaning in a little further, until I stopped, halfway through, and then couldn't get back out again. Right over there, actually," she nodded down the bar. "I switched spots after that."

Regina eyed the indicated spot. It didn't look particularly magical to her, but she made a mental note to avoid it either way. This curse was certainly going to be anything but boring, even in the "safest place" in town.

"Sounds like you handled that, then," she said. "Though it's good to know that not even the inanimate objects can be trusted around here."

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