Trooper Station

[firstofitskind]

It wasn’t that Liam had come to work in a bad mood these past few weeks, but even the Troopers had been observant enough to pick up on the fact that something had been bothering him (aside from mysteriously disappearing miscellaneous items).

Not today, though. Today Liam seemed far less preoccupied than he had been the last few weeks.

[ooc: it’s gonna be a slow work day. so open.]

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[grenadesandohana]

"Hey, boss," Steve said, grinning as he slid into his chair.

[firstofitskind]

"Steve," Liam greeted, eyeing Steve a little suspiciously. There was something about that particular grin that had him on guard.

[grenadesandohana]

Liam was so wise.

"Danny and I were wondering while were investigating the leprechaun thing last week--where do we go for lab work?"

[firstofitskind]

Liam blinked, because that was not the question he'd been expecting.

"That depends," he said finally. "On whether we're talking for a case or," he waved a hand in the air, "the shit Fandom likes to pull every few months or so."

[grenadesandohana]

"There was a trail of what turned out to be cereal leading from my desk to a cache of personal affects," Steve said, and if "personal affects" sounded a little like "crap", well.

"It would've been handy to analyze it and make certain it was cereal."

And not, say, miniature unicorn poop like Steve had wondered.

[firstofitskind]

“... Do I want to know how you eventually determined it was cereal without the use of a lab?” Liam wondered.

[grenadesandohana]

"...probably not," Steve said.

Eating evidence was bad, right?

[firstofitskind]

Liam wasn’t even a real cop and he knew that!

He made a face, because that answer told him all he really needed to know.

“I have people on the mainland,” he shared. “For times when the evidence isn’t the result of fae mischief.”

[grenadesandohana]

"How do you figure that part out?" Steve asked.

[firstofitskind]

"When hasn't it been?" Liam asked.

[grenadesandohana]

"Fair," Steve said. "I was kinda hoping it was because Calvin studied forensics in his spare time and could tell."

[firstofitskind]

"I mean, he might be," Liam allowed, sparing a glance towards the Trooper in question, who was currently scowling at the coffee machine.

(The Troopers didn't take their helmets off that often, but when there were doughnuts or coffee involved? Yeah, they were all over that even if it was a bit of a stereotype.)

"They're all surprisingly close-lipped about the kinds of stuff they get up to in their off time."

[grenadesandohana]

"It's certainly not pull-ups!" Steve called loudly enough for them all to hear him.

[firstofitskind]

Liam brought one hand up to his mouth to hide a smile. "Still having a hard time getting them on board with the training regimen, huh?" he asked.

[grenadesandohana]

"I've even cut down on some of the intensity," Steve said.

Well, for a Navy SEAL, so it was still not at all normal.

[firstofitskind]

“I think ‘intensity’ is relative,” Liam pointed out dryly.

Not that the Troopers were civilians, exactly, but there was a reason this particular squad had never made any effort to go back to their home galaxy.

[grenadesandohana]

"Well, I don't have access to a plane to do parachute training," Steve said. "They'd probably like that."

They would not enjoy dropping out of planes from several miles up, Steven.

[firstofitskind]

"I know I would," Liam admitted with a grin. He was... less certain about the Troopers.

[grenadesandohana]

"I can make some calls?" Steve said, grinning. "We can do it back at Pearl."