Fandom Fire Station, Friday

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Baltimore, or at least the one in the universe that Travis had been volunteering in, had spent part of the week dealing with smoke from wildfires blowing in from up north, so he was already feeling pretty tired by the time he was scheduled for his usual shift in Fandom this week. There were only so many times he could give supplemental oxygen to an idiot who'd decided that going for a run in code purple weather was somehow the virtuously healthy choice before he wanted to start hurting people on purpose, after all.

But hey. It was Fandom, right? 99 times out of 100, Fandom was totally quiet! He could absolutely spend his shift recuperating with nothing worse to worry about than an overeager porg intern trying to follow a radio squirrel up a telephone pole and falling off.

He really should have known better.

"HONK!"

"No! Bad goose!"

"Hisss!"

"What are you even doing here?! Aren't you supposed to be Canadian?!"

*flapflapflapFLAPFLAPFLAPFLAPFLAP!!!*

If anyone needed Travis, they'd find him cornered on top of the reception desk, trying to fend off an angry Canada goose with a desk lamp.

[I TOLD YOU I'D DO IT! Open!]