Trooper Station, Friday

[shagthis]

It had also been far too long (though admittedly less long than they'd been doctorless) since Fandom had a sheriff, so look who was back.

Well, not really back, he'd been here the whole time, apparently. Yes, that's right. Jake Doyle was showing up for work in Fandom like it hadn't been at least five years since he'd last set foot on the island. Totally super normal. Yep.

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[craic_killer]

"Would you like t' sponsor me not eating in order to send money to Ethiopia?" Clare asked in the thickest Derry accent ever.

[shagthis]

"Yes b'y," Jake replied back in an equally thick Newfoundland accent. "Them poor angishores need all the help we can give 'em, wha?"

Yeah, someone had clearly been googling 'Newfoundland English'.

[craic_killer]

"I didna catch a single word o' that," Clare said, speaking much faster because that will definitely help.

[shagthis]

"Slow yerself down there, luh," Jake advised.

[craic_killer]

"I. DINNA. UNDERSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND."

[shagthis]

"Come on then, I knows yer not stunned," Jake argued.

[craic_killer]

"Ach, catch yerself on," Clare shot back.

[shagthis]

"No need to be gettin' crooked, ducky," Jake retorted. Was that even something an actual Newfoundlander would say? Who knew? Not the author, that's for sure.

[solo_sword]

Hey, Jake! It was totally normal to see you here again!

"Do you have anything that needs thwarting?" Jaina asked as she came in, all badass and purposeful.

[shagthis]

"Yes b'y," Jake said, for approximately the millionth time that day. "Some sleeveens 'as been causing trouble out by the tracks," did they even have tracks? Did it matter? "If you could takes care of 'em, that'd be best kind of ya, Jaina."

[solo_sword]

"Thank you. It's been hours since I've beaten up bad guys and even though I feel morally conflicted about that I always need to be working," she told him. "No time for romance!"

Okay.

[shagthis]

"It's much appreciated, b'y," Jake told her. Jaina was one of his most trusted deputies, after all. Well, she wasn't literally a deputy since she wasn't employed by the station. But she spent so much time beating up n'er-do-wells around Fandom that Jake basically thought of her as one. Even though the fact that she operated by her own code meant sometimes they clashed. They always worked it out in the end.

[solo_sword]

"Aye aye sir," she said, throwing off a salute, since someone had remembered she'd been military but hadn't bothered to research anything about it, and then took off to thwart bad guys.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve McGarrett, Alpha Prime Sentinel (because that's a thing, for real), strode into the station. "Hey boss! Do you have a case for me?"

Something dangerous and coma-adjacent, maybe?

[shagthis]

"Well," Jake drawled in that Newfoundland accent of his. "Jaina's been takin' care of the trouble down at the tracks, but I hear tell of some hijacked rickshaw. If you could look into it that'd be best kind of ya, luh."

[grenadesandohana]

"Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeet," Steve said, throwing up his awesome little shaka sign just to remind everyone that he was from Hawai'i. "I'll get Danny!"