Fandom Trooper Station, Wednesday

[hatesparadise]

So, there was a luggage thing happening and Danny could happily have passed on it. But then again, he said that about every weird thing that happened on this island.

He was just going to work on Steve's incident report with the Bee Lady and ignore the little matching set that started with 'Failed' with a linked little group of 'Marriage', 'Brother', and 'Father' on there. Which was gonna be a whole thing in therapy this weekend.

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[grenadesandohana]

He got a text. You're not home now, right?

Because Steve might be a little stuck in his room. Maybe.

[hatesparadise]

I'm at work, Danny texted back, sparing a glance at 'Partner' tumbling over next to the 'Failed' case. Which was rude. You okay?

[grenadesandohana]

You didn't happen to buy a shit-ton of weirdly pointed luggage?

[hatesparadise]

No, Danny replied succinctly. Then sighed again and took a picture of the lovely combo of failure residing next to his desk to let Steve feel less weird. Happening to everyone.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve replied by sending a photo of his doorway, blocked by a giant Navy footlocker embossed "DORIS" and what seemed to be a POD-sized "Abandonment issues." I'm stuck.

[hatesparadise]

Which. You know what? That was basically the story of his life, huh?

Want me to come dig you out?

He'd thought it would be a whole thing for Steve, letting someone see all that stuff.

[grenadesandohana]

I can go out the window and you're at work.

Which wasn't a no.

[hatesparadise]

Steven.

It was amazing how much he could shove into word over text, wasn't it?

[grenadesandohana]

And Steve read all of it, yes.

Daniel? he replied as "needlessly self-sacrificing" and "fear of being made irrelevant" duffels dropped down next to him.

Steve shoved them aside with his foot, glaring.

[knife_bender]

Diego was in a mood and no amount of time in the gym seemed to be lifting it. That was even before the baggage thing. Which wasn't really bothering him too much because they seemed to be saying really obvious things? Like, yeah, he knew he had a hero complex. Way to catch up, island.

He grunted what might've been a greeting to Danny before flopping down in his chair. He would kill to have some paperwork to do right now.

[hatesparadise]

"Hargreeves," Danny said in greeting, glancing at the luggage, but kindly not staring. Because they all had some shit going on.

An actual basket fell onto his desk with 'basket case' written on it, which caused a deeply annoyed sigh to follow.

[knife_bender]

"Williams." Diego opened up his snack drawer to find it full of tiny bags and absolutely no snacks. He grabbed the one that suspiciously looked like "stutter" and threw it, where it ended up curving around the corner and knocking Ralph's coffee out of his hand.

Whoops. You had to admit it was a good shot though.

[hatesparadise]

Which made it way harder to ignore, Diego. C'mon now.

Danny sighed and opened his own snack drawer to shove aside the 'pathological need to be a caregiver' and toss a pack of cookies at him. "We're just gonna pretend none of these things are here. Okay?"

[knife_bender]

"Thanks, Dad." There was a loud thump from behind Diego. He wasn't turning to look at it, but he suspected it was a rather large trunk with the words "daddy issues" on it.

So. Ignore that.

[hatesparadise]

Well. At least it was something that literally anyone who met him knew about already.

"Well. That's the best plan I got right now."

[knife_bender]

"I'm surprised we aren't getting more calls from people getting whacked in the head with these things," Diego said, opening up the cookies.

[hatesparadise]

"Considering how personal they are, I'm thinkin' people are hiding in their houses," Danny admitted with another sigh.

Did 'Can't accept any measure of happiness' have to show up on a briefcase next to his desk? No. But there it was.

Asshole.

[designateddadfriend]

"Hey," Travis said, nodding to the detective he'd met his first day in town. He was dragging a very professional, lawyer-flying-business-class type suitcase behind him. (It read rejected by the Church. He was ignoring that.) "Anyone report any luggage missing?"

His still-unnoticed dead husband backpack now had a willful ignorance clutch hanging off of it.

[hatesparadise]

"No," Danny sighed, ignoring it as best he could. "They should be gone by tomorrow. It's a thing this place does sometimes. Apparently."

[designateddadfriend]

".....Leaves luggage around everywhere?"

That willful ignorance clutch must've been full of loose change or something, because it was getting heavy....

[hatesparadise]

Yeeeeah, Danny just raised an eyebrow at that, tapping his report with a pen as he gave the guy a chance to get his head out of his ass on that one.

[designateddadfriend]

It took a few moments. In which Travis stared expectantly back. Which likely meant Danny got an excellent view of the dance of micro- (and not so micro-)expressions across Travis’s face when the clue bomb hit.

“Oh goddammit, they’re magic suitcases, aren’t they.”

[hatesparadise]

"Got it in one," Danny replied dryly. "This place is ridiculous like that."

[designateddadfriend]

"Why are there magic suitcases?" Travis asked, not really expecting an answer. He pressed his hand to his forehead. "I shoved a magic 'homophobia' bag into a closet, oh my god."

[hatesparadise]

"Because this place is a pain in the ass," Danny ventured, head wobbling from side to side as he considered it. A prim looking little case with 'closeted' on it showed up, causing him to roll his eyes and shove it in the garbage. "And bullshit."