Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Calvin was pouting. Which was difficult to tell, given the fact that he was wearing a helmet, but Ralph pointed it out, and... yeah, Liam could see it now, in the way the Trooper carried himself.

Why was he pouting, you ask?

Apparently, for April Fools, he and Ralph had switched helmets two days ago. And, predictably, no one had noticed. Not even the other Troopers.

While there were enough difference in mannerisms and cadence and all that that Liam could, predictably, tell Ralph from Calvin from Hugo and etcetera, that ability did not extend to being able to tell when someone was apparently wearing someone else's armor. "You do realize," Liam said patiently, "that your helmets are all identical?"

They had not apparently realized, no.

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[that_oldsaying]

Alluka didn't have a crime to report but she still had a problem and she was hopeful that a solution might be offered here.

"Hello?"

[firstofitskind]

Honestly, in his nearly three years as sheriff, no one had ever come in to actually report a crime.

... Okay, no one who wasn't a raccoon or a squirrel.

"Hey," Liam greeted as he looked up from his desk to see Alluka. "Can I help you with something?" he asked, waving her inside his office.

[that_oldsaying]

Alluka beamed at him, skipping into his office, looking like nothing more than a ten/eleven year old girl in a very intricate outfit.

"Thank you," she said. "I hope I'm not disturbing your work?"

Alluka, honey.

[firstofitskind]

The outfit reminded him a little of Istas, honestly, which made his smile widen just a bit more.

"On the contrary," he said, "It was kind of boring and I was secretly hoping something more interesting would come along."

[that_oldsaying]

"Then, then I'm happy to help!" she said, delighted and relieved in about equal measures. "I'm Alluka Zoldyck, the owner of Pixie Dust. I think I need a permit?"

[firstofitskind]

"For the shop?" Liam asked, somewhat puzzled. Shops here changed hands all the time, and no one came asking about permits when they took over, unless... "Are you doing something new with it?"

That someone who looked like a pre-teen could apparently own a shop around here didn't even give him pause. That would be a little hypocritical, since he looked like a man in his mid-20s and was in fact a couple decades younger than that.

[that_oldsaying]

She was older than he was!

"Actually," she said, "I want to bring back something that the previous owner discontinued."

Alluka still wasn't sure why Sparkle had done it.

"We used to have a burn barrel for the removal of clothes that were crimes against fashion," she said earnestly. "And all the paperwork I can find suggests that a permit might be needed to have a burn barrel re-installed?"

She... still had no idea where she was going to find a burn barrel but, hey, might as well get the paperwork done first and maybe they'd know where to get one to be installed!

[firstofitskind]

"A burn barrel, huh?" Liam grinned. "Makes sense." And although his typically all-black wardrobe seemed fairly plain on the surface, the discerning eye could likely tell that it was all high-quality, expensive stuff. "Normally I'd say that might be the jurisdiction of the town hall, but you did mention 'crime'," well, crimes against fashion, but sure, Liam, "So I feel like I'm uniquely qualified to help with that."

Yes, it was more paperwork, but at least it was paperwork that would serve an actual purpose.

[that_oldsaying]

She'd known he was a man of quality, first glance at his clothing!

"I didn't even think of town hall!" she admitted, with a sheepish laugh. "I thought that since I'd be starting fires... well, fighting crime," against fashion, "with fire probably should be run past the sheriff..."

[firstofitskind]

"I also don't know how much the mayor actually cares about that stuff," Liam admitted. "Coming here probably was the most prudent idea, at least I'll make sure everything gets filed correctly."