fandomtownies | Trooper Station; Monday [01/27].

Walking into the station on a Monday morning and immediately stopping to glare at everything was basically second nature by now, but that didn't mean it made it any easier to know she had to deal with crap like this at the start of every week.

"Why," asked Rosa, "are all the desks made of foam? And is that denim on all the cha--"

Then she stopped, she closed her eyes, and she lifted up her hands. "You know what? Never mind. Forget I asked. I'm not going to ask, because we all know there's no point in asking, but god dammit."

She exhaled, opened her eyes, and looked around. "All I'll say is this: before anyone even thinks about pissing me off today, just remember that foam? Is highly flammable. Got it? Good."

And the first thing she did when she sat down in her denim chair at her foam desk was go to her inexplicably still normal computer to check and see how many sick days she had left to use.

[[ when in doubt, just steal shamelessly from your own damn post! Open station is open! ]]