Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Did you know that the walls of the Trooper Station were adorned with plaques commemorating how awesome and special and good at their jobs everyone who worked there was?

Those plaques had definitely always been there, and hadn't just mysteriously appeared overnight or anything.

Anyway, today looked to be a pretty quiet sort of day at the Trooper Station where everyone was really good at their jobs, look, we have proof because these plaques say so and Ralph certainly didn't just order them himself from a trophy store on the mainland, no, but it is weird how his was twice the size of anyone else's. At least, it was quiet until Liam got a text message.

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[grenadesandohana]

Steve came in and paused to look at his plaque, which recognized his "outstanding excellence," before taking a snack from Danny's snack drawer and settling in at his desk to research less flammable popcorn carts.

Um.

No reason.

[firstofitskind]

Listen, Fandom's crime rate was astonishingly low, raccoons aside, so clearly they were doing something right. At least, that was what his plaque that mentioned Liam's "passionate leadership" must mean, right?

"What's on the agenda today?" Liam asked, wandering over to Steve's desk.

[grenadesandohana]

Wait until they got confused by Ralph's 50 years of dedicated service one!

"Looking for a new popcorn cart."

No reason.

[firstofitskind]

Liam raised an eyebrow. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with our newest island resident, would it?” he asked.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve looked extremely innocent. "The firefighter? Course not."