Diaz & Ass., Monday [01/31].

[died8yearsago]

There was a small pile of assorted weapons building on Rosa's desk that day, as she seemed to be going through the entire office, extracting weapons from various cleverly disguised hiding places, frowning at the weapon in question, and then dismissing it on the desk. A few of them were revealed with a little bit of hopefulness, followed by a "Dammit!" upon further inspection, as it was then tossed onto the pile. Most daggers and guns, with a hatchet, some throwing stars, a table leg with nails sticking out of it, and, at one point, a large broadsword that had inexplicably been stashed inside of a potted plant in the corner, but she still seemed dissastified with her search.

She was usually much better about remembering where she had all her weapons hidden in a given place, and, really, the office's decor wasn't that complex, there were onl so many weapons-hiding spaces that were available...

Then inspiration struck, she snapped her fingers, as she remembered. "The floor boards!"

Which was why she was then on the floor trying to remember which one was the loose one.

By the time she actually did find the weapon she was looking for, she'd have probably forgotten why she'd been looking for that specific one in the first place.

Diaz & Ass. is open!

[[ and, as usual, Rosa gets the standard 'work related SP cavaet' on this and all previous postings! ]]

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[what_the_shock]

Miguel came down with the usual coffee and watched Rosa crawling around on the floor for a minute before venturing, "Do I want to know?"

[died8yearsago]

Rosa looked up and was about to explain, but then she realized she had a good opportunity here.

So she stared at Miguel for a long moment before asking, "You seriously don't hear that?"

[what_the_shock]

Miguel stopped and listened for a second, then rolled his eyes. "You mean the bullshit? Yeah. So why the crawling?"

[died8yearsago]

"It's so loud," Rosa insisted, even though she felt a flicker of concern that Tightpants wouldn't take the bait, but she was going for broke. She was dedicated. She boggled up at him for a moment before turning her attention back to the floorboards, fingers edging along the cracks and attempting to pull it up. "And it won't. Fucking. Stop!"

[what_the_shock]

Miguel frowned. "Okay, there definitely isn't any noise, so either you're being a smartass or there's a weird Fandom thing." Because he wasn't ruling out either.

[died8yearsago]

Rosa definitely knew she had the weird Fandom thing working in her favor right now; she was kind of depending on it, actually.

"Yeah," she scoffed, taking a moment to roll her eyes before moving to the next floorboard. "I'm the one being the smartass, and standing around, pretending to not hear that...that..."

She trailed off in a sudden burst of nearly primal irritation.

"Aaaauggh! Where," she spun around and renewed her efforts with a new rage-inspired vigor, "is it coming from?"

[what_the_shock]

"...Not a clue." Miguel sipped his coffee. "Should I leave you to it, or will I come back to needing to have Dwight refloor the place?"

He perked up. "Actually, I can call him now if you want help getting those up."