Trooper Station, Monday, April 11, 2022

[grenadesandohana]

Steve came into the station with a befuddled look on his face. On his way in he'd passed a raccoon coming out of the tunnels under the island with a wheelbarrow full of beer bottles.

When he stopped to stare he got an earful of raccoon screeching--something about being a good global citizen and getting back the glass deposit and "mind your business, copper."

So Steve needed all the coffee this morning, and not just because he could actually understand a raccoon.

The Trooper Station was open!

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[doctorgingerspice]

It was an equally befuddled Will that eventually made his way to the station, six pack of mysterious beer in hand.

“Your raccoon buddies are up to something,” he declared, placing said six-pack down on Steve’s desk.

[hatesparadise]

Yeah, just what they needed. A raccoon proclaiming itself a sovereign citizen.

"So, this is a thing, right?" Danny asked, carrying an empty bottle.

[grenadesandohana]

"They aren't my friends," Steve replied promptly, "and why do you think they're up to something?"

[grenadesandohana]

King of the Sewers, Danny. King of the Sewers. They're probably printing their own money.

"The part where the raccoons are making beer?" Steve asked.

[hatesparadise]

That was so illegal, Steve. So illegal.

"The part where I'm finding bottles outside that little... speak-easy they had," Danny replied.

[grenadesandohana]

"Their permits are all in order, which in itself asks a bunch of questions I'm afraid of the answers to," Steve said.

[doctorgingerspice]

“Because this was dropped off outside my door this morning,” Will said, gesturing at the six-pack.

[hatesparadise]

"That this has been a plan for a very long time?" Danny replied, taking Steve's coffee and making a face after taking a sip.

[grenadesandohana]

"They think you're a day drinker?"

Not the point, Steve.

[grenadesandohana]

"The butter makes it good, shut up," Steve said.

[hatesparadise]

"It's butter. In coffee." Steve, he had concerns about your tastebuds.

[doctorgingerspice]

Will rolled his eyes. “Yeah, somehow I don’t think that’s it,” he told Steve, unpacking the bottles so Steve could take a look at all the labels.

Abduction Ale
Out of this World Pilsner
Underground IPA
In The Dark Lager
Light at the end of the Tunnel Pale Ale
The Snake is a Lie Milk Stout

“Do these seem a little. Uh. Unusual to you?” You know, other than the part where they were brewed by raccoons.

[grenadesandohana]

"You're missing out," Steve declared.

[hatesparadise]

"You say that about MREs too, babe," Danny replied.

[grenadesandohana]

"I would definitely not drink the snake one," Steve said, "but yeah, that seems like a really weird...theme...they have going."

[grenadesandohana]

"I'm right there, too."

Nope.

[hatesparadise]

"False," Danny countered, giving him that awful coffee back.

[doctorgingerspice]

“Exactly,” Will nodded. “It’s almost like they’re trying to tell me something?”

[grenadesandohana]

Steve gave him an amused look over his gulp of delicious, delicious coffee. "So what's up with your bottle?"

[grenadesandohana]

"Did they kidnap someone?" Steve asked, tilting his head at the labels. "Or launch them into space? So help me God, if there's another hole--"

[hatesparadise]

Definitely just an excuse to stop by where Steve couldn't flee the conversation. But nevermind that.

"Found it out on the street," he replied with a little shrug.

[grenadesandohana]

"Maybe it fell out of their wheelbarrow," Steve said. "They had a rager or something underground this weekend."

[hatesparadise]

"That sounds about right for them," Danny sighed, looking away at where the troopers were lurking, hoping to use Danny as a human shield to keep from doing PT.

[doctorgingerspice]

"Another hole?" Will asked with a frown. He'd missed that (w)hole... thing.

[grenadesandohana]

Good luck on that, gang.

"I know way too much about raccoons," Steve sighed.