fandomtownies | Diaz & AssOCIATES, Monday [08/23].

The schedule being out for the upcoming semester was as good as an exuse as any to take a break fromsorting through some honestly infuriating evidence and trying to figure out how to squeak it by an absolutely Escher-ian legal system, because Rosa could sit back and find cathartic bliss in laughing at the pain of those being forced to teach ridiculous classes by a power-hungry moose and imagine the poor sops who had to actually take these classes.

The most surprising thing with this semester's batch was that there was actually a normal class like Math on the schedule this time around. God. What kind of nerd was stuck teaching an actual class around he--

"ME??"

But her class...her class!... was on the roster! It had to some other, new (obviously less cool) Diaz coming in, because Badass Bitch Survival Guide was right...

Rosa blinked. And then glaaaared.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me. Baby Linetti??"

Okay. It was clear now what she had to do, and both the evidence for her actual case and her idle time laughing at her fellow faculty members were pushed aside for a new project.

She bet if it involved jello somehow, then she could make it all look like it had been a terrible accident and not, you know, straight up murder.

Diaz & Ass. is open!