Fandom Fire Station, Friday

[designateddadfriend]

Another Friday, another quiet day at the station. Not that Travis would ever say the Q word out loud. He knew better.

. . . He wouldn't mind a little emergency though. Just as a treat.

[open! Let's say that Summer's thread is the last one, chronologically.]

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[alwaysonguard]

It had been a while... far too long really... since Dwight had stopped by the firehouse. Or since he had seen Travis around come to think about it. So after a frustrating morning of calls and less than stellar customer service, Dwight decided to go for a walk. And that of course brought him by the firehouse so he stopped to pop in for a minute or two.

"Hey, Travis. Long time no see," he said. "How's it going?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

Did aliens turned into koalas count as a little emergency?

What about aliens turned into koalas and ceremoniously dropped of in the gloaming of the approaching evening, tucked away in a little basket like some poor Dickensian orphan and deposited on the doorstep (or the closest approximation to a doorstep) of the fire station?

Because look. Summer had been here for a while. She knew how these things tended to go, and she was already feeling like she'd tempted fate enough already by having Stark for as long as he had. And, yes, she felt bad about it, but this was really better for everyone involved. After all, she knew how these things could go, and her matchmaker self couldn't just ignore certain vibes and signals that may have been floating around about a certain firefighter. If they got the timing right, this could be just the thing they needed. She was helping!

So, by some miracle, she'd finally managed to get Stark off of her long enough when he'd finally fallen asleep, to extract him, place him in a basket, write up a quick note ("I am not just any koala! I'm actually Stark, turned into a koala, for real. I need someone to take care of me until I go back to normal."), wondered if she should just knock or something and then flee quickly? Which was pretty much what she did, finding the nearest spot to conceal herself until she could make sure someone actually did find him....

You know.

Before the raccoons did.

[flamesburned]

It had been a while since Liz had stopped by the fire station but she figured she should really stop by and talk to Travis, especially with the pregnancy and everything.

“um…hi,” she said quietly, trying not to feel so nervous about being at the station.