Trooper Station, Monday, November 2, 2020

[grenadesandohana]

Steve was Not Thinking About Saturday night, and he was not thinking so hard that he'd made the Troopers run laps around the island for twice the normal time.

It was possible there would be a coup attempt soon, but for now Steve was happily ignoring paperwork of complaints filed on Saturday about propery damage from various rodents.

The Trooper Station was open!

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[superjoanjett]

Normally a police department was something Jessica tried to avoid. Today after having an illuminating conversation with a convenience store clerk, Jess decided a chat with whoever served as the local police was a somewhat good idea.

Wandering in she wasn't expecting to see more of the guys in the white armor. She stared at them for a bit, trying to figure out what their deal was before looking around the office.

And then headed to the guy with the biggest pile of paperwork on his desk. He was either in charge or didn't give a crap about doing useless work. Either one would suit her needs.

"I'm assuming you work here?" she asked, pulling off her scarf and reaching into her jacket to pull out some identification. "I was hoping someone might help me out on a private investigation."

[grenadesandohana]

"I'm Steve McGarrett," Steve said, nodding, "and I'm definitely more in charge than Calvin over there. You new?"

[superjoanjett]

Jessica took a moment to look over at the troopers all in white and wondered how one could tell the difference between one or the other.

Then again, maybe they were all named Calvin.

Shaking off the thoughts about people in armor, Jessica focused back at the guy in front of her. "I'm only visiting. I'm here on business," she said pulling our her PI license to show to McGarrett and then her phone. "There was a person of interest back in New York who had this island pegged as a place to escape. I'm just following up to see if he had any contact with anyone on the island."

Pulling up a picture on her phone she turned it around to show to McGarrett. "Does he look familiar at all? He went by the name of Kilgrave."

[grenadesandohana]

Steve looked carefully at the picture, then shook his head. "Sorry, no. You could check in with Rosa, too, if you wanted to be very sure. She's the PI around here." He grinned. "She's over at Diaz and Ass."

[superjoanjett]

Jessica filed that information away in her mind and put away her phone and tucked her PI license back in her coat. "I may talk to her," she vaguely promised. "Just out of curiosity have you had any of your citizens complain about being-"

She rolled her eyes a bit preparing herself for a snarky comment. I mean really it sounded stupid when you said it out loud.

"-mind controlled? Maybe having someone give away their personal items because of a guy in a suit asked for something?"

[grenadesandohana]

Steve shook his head. "Not this week, but we're still recovering from turning into our Halloween costumes."

Hi, Jessica. Welcome to Fandom.

[superjoanjett]

Sorry, Steve. Summer already dropped that bomb.

Jessica gave Steve a long look. A very long look. “And what did you turn into?”

She’s going to regret asking that.

[grenadesandohana]

"I was a surfer," Steve said. "A very stupid surfer."

[superjoanjett]

Jessica just stared at Steve, letting the awkward silence hang there along with the judgemental expression on her face.

“Right.”

She pulled out her business card and put it on the desk. “If you or-“

She looked around at all the troopers and shrugged. “Calvin’s one through six hear anything about mind controlled individuals let me know.”

[grenadesandohana]

"Copy that," Steve said. "Anything I should know about Kilgrave other than the mind control thing?"

[superjoanjett]

"He shouldn't be an issue," Jessica said rather quickly. "At least not anymore. I'm just cleaning up some loose ends for a client."

Granted, Jessica was the client but it wasn't technically a lie.

"Thanks for the information," she said and headed to the door.

[firstofitskind]

"Hey," Liam said, as he wandered into the Station sometime in the early morning despite the timestamp. "Looks like we've got an actual case to work on."

[grenadesandohana]

Steve perked right up. "Really?"

[firstofitskind]

"Thought you'd like that," Liam said, with a bit of a smile.

"You know Stark?" he asked. "The guy with the mask, not the one who owns the repair shop."

[grenadesandohana]

"I've seen him around," Steve said, nodding. "What's up?"

[firstofitskind]

"The mask he usually wears went missing after- uh, Saturday," Liam said. "I said I'd help track it down."

And that meant also getting everyone at the Station helping as well, because look, he was in charge and he could do that, and it gave them something police-y to do.

[grenadesandohana]

"It's metal, right?" Steve asked. "Do we have one of those metal detectors weirdos use on the beach?"

[firstofitskind]

Liam nodded. "Should be one in the equipment locker."

There was a lot of crap in the equipment locker that he hadn't anticipated actually having to use one day.

[grenadesandohana]

"He already checked with Kitty at Caritas?" Steve asked. "Tino's not wearing it? Or a zombie?"

That'd be a look.

[firstofitskind]

"Caritas was the last place he remembers having it," Liam said. "But he didn't actually make it out there to check." A shrug. You know how it is, Steve. Already feeling awkward and embarrassed about turning into someone else for a night, and losing the thing that kept half your face from leaking out into the world at large?

[grenadesandohana]

"That's understandable," Steve said. "Are you going to follow up or do you want me to, or for me to send one of the guys?"

[firstofitskind]

"I'm going to go talk to the raccoons," Liam said, with the sort of pained look that let Steve know that yes, he hated that this was a real sentence he was saying. "So if you could follow up on that, I'd appreciate it."

[grenadesandohana]

"You're talking to the raccoons," Steve repeated.

[firstofitskind]

"Yeah." Liam nodded. "They run a craft brewery down by the boardwalk. Have been known to steal alcohol in the past. It's... possible they've decided to broaden the scope of their petty theft targets."

And he'd definitely seen a couple raccoons at the party.

[grenadesandohana]

"The raccoons run a craft brewery, Steve repeated, absolutely delighted. "Does Danny know?"

Because if not, guess what was going in the fridge?

[firstofitskind]

"Probably not," Liam said. 'Raccoon-operated craft brewery' was precisely the type of weirdness that Danny Williams would cheerfully pretend did not exist, after all.

"You're gonna go buy some, aren't you?" he asked, biting back a grin.

[grenadesandohana]

"I'm gonna buy all of it," Steve said gleefully.