Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

It was a typical day at the Trooper Station. Which was to say, there was not much happening save the occasional odd phone call. The theme of which, today, seemed to be inquiring about the date for the next Recycling Amnesty Day.

“That continues to not be an officially recognized island event,” Watts told the fourth caller so far. “In fact, why are you even contacting the Trooper Station regarding this? I do believe this sort of inquiry is better suited to Town Hall.”

When he wasn’t fielding calls about a day that didn’t exist, Watts was singing quietly to himself “Katie Casey was baseball mad, had the fever and had it bad… ”

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[hasaknightjob]

Come lunchtime there was a Steven. But he heard Llewellyn singing so instead of knocking or announcing himself, he stood in the doorway and listened.