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Things were back to normal this week. Which meant there were the usual phone calls about weird colored deer and raccoons bringing back their pumpkin stout.

None of which was actually normal, but for here... sure. Fine. Danny would take it. Which meant he was adjusted to this place as much as he ever would be. So he was just going to do his paperwork and pretend to be fine with rodent beer.

hatesparadise

The weirdness of the first couple of days seemed way more manageable now that Danny was dealing with phone calls about sentient, snow monsters attacking people at random. On the plus side, he wasn't a teenage. On the downside, the troopers all were.

This meant Danny was fielding all the calls as they were busy playing paper football or whatever the weird, space equivalent to that was.

"--Just stay indoors, okay?" Danny said, pinching the bridge of his nose to keep from shouting at people for going out and then complaining about how the snow was out to get them.

hatesparadise

Did you wanna know how expensive Legos were as a hobby? Really freakin' expensive. Danny was very much regretting his suggestion that Steve try those out in his slightly forced retirement hobby.

Not enough to change it when Steve actually seemed pretty interested. But. Close.

"How many boats can you even build here?" he muttered under his breath, shamelessly researching this while at work.

[open!]

hatesparadise

Why was there composite sketch of a penguin on Danny's desk? Why was there an entire whiteboard, complete with red string connecting random things in the trooper area?

Danny was not going to question any of that, honestly. He was just going to hope whatever weirdness they had going wasn't going to drag him into some sort of rickshaw chase again. He was good on those for a while, thanks.

But he was going to put the penguin picture on Steve's desk.

drumsticksandd20s

Sure, it was hot as hell out, but it wouldn't really be Pride if you didn't have to be constantly reminded to hydrate, would it? Besides, just like every year there was a rainbow high in the sky above the island, bold and vivid almost in an in-your-face kind of way.

Streamers in various Pride flag colors ran between trees and light fixtures all over the park, shiny rainbow confetti (easier to clean up than glitter!) was everywhere, and once again the bounce house and ballpit slide were at the center of all the activity.

Carnival games and rides, all of them queer-themed in some way, branched out from the bounce house area toward the karaoke stage where the ~~NPC~~ band made up of a bunch of wargamers from the Magpie Emporium was slated to play several sets at various points during the day (with Steph sitting in on drums for a little bit of each set). The barbecue grills in the picnic area were ready to use for anyone who wanted to make their own food, and the vendor tables and booths were set up nearby for the local businesses who'd be participating.

Things might be a little less organized this year, but in Steph's defense she didn't have as much help with the heavy lifting and last-minute details as usual since Vi was a tiny hyperactive kitty right now. Still. She'd done this enough by now to have A System, damn it.

Enjoy your laid back and entirely corporate-free Pride, Fandom!

[OOC: I, meanwhile, am much less organized this year. Sigh. Threads are up! Go forth!]

hatesparadise

Well, there was apparently a rogue groundhog on island that was upsetting the neighbors. Or maybe it was just the raccoons, but either way it was a 'case' and that got Danny dragged on out to investigate some absolute bullshit with Steve.

He'd never say he actually enjoyed it because it usually ended in something stupid happening.

But at least it got them out of the office.

[for the dude, but open on some slowplay!]

hatesparadise

Well, Steve being an otter didn't do much to prevent him from trying to go to the station to bully the troopers into exercising. Which was why Danny was there to make sure no one shut him up in a closet or something.

Even if it was sorely tempting.

How did he have so much energy like this?

grenadesandohana

Well, at least he hadn't gone down as fast as Skywalker? Steve reported to work grumbling about land mines made of paint and spent the rest of his time deep-cleaning his desk (Coffee? COFFEE? Everything was gross and sticky.) and telling various callers that if they didn't antagonize the park flamingoes, they wouldn't get pecked by the park flamingoes.

Apparently they didn't know the law of "don't start none, won't be none." Steve was happy to inform them.

The Trooper Station was open! It smelled strongly of stale coffee and even more strongly of bleach.

justalittlerepressed

The firehouse was all ready for guests, cleaned as much as humanly possible and organized within an inch of its life. Which meant it was time for people to come in and mess all that up.

But, you know. Lovingly.

And just across the way at Selkie Lake, the food and the general mingling place was all set up for people. Because it was time for the First Responder's Memorial Day Barbecue!

hatesparadise

It was shenanigans day, so Danny made sure to free up his lunchtime so he could go ~~laugh at~~ cheer Steve on. You know. Kindly.

He was a kind person.

Who was freeing up space on his phone for pictures in case it was extra ridiculous. It helped to let him avoid raccoon related paperwork.

hatesparadise

The troopers were attempting to convince Danny that a regular patrol at the ice cream shop was necessary for the health and safety of the island. And it might have worked if half of them didn't have ice cream drips on their armor already.

"I'm tellin' Steve to up your running," Danny muttered, getting back to his paperwork to avoid the glares.

hatesparadise

Had Steve left paperwork on Danny's desk to finish for him or was it the Troopers stirring the pot? Either way, Danny was annoyed from the jump this morning.

"See if I bring in any baked goods again," he grumbled.

He would, but only because Steve would try to give them away out of self defense.

hatesparadise

There weren't any calls at the station for a change and Danny was not complaining about it.

Maybe because he was busy on his phone, looking up recipes. Maybe because the troopers were distracted with trying to build some kind of tower out of office supplies and therefore weren't bugging him.

Could be both, honestly. But there they were.

[open]

grenadesandohana

Steve was exhausted, but the three year old boy draggng him into the Trooper Station seemed to have a never-ended well of energy. He'd been up with Steve at dawn, eager to go for a run too (a very short run), a healthy breakfast that was only half syrup based, and a trip to the playground where he'd almost fallen off the jungle gym four times in twenty minutes. Sadly, that was a much better time than yesterday where Steve had wrenched his back acting as a crash pad when Matt decided that the law of gravity was for other people (it was not for other people).

Matt raced over to a chair (fortunately, Danny's chair) and began spinning around in and making siren noises.

"Kid, let's use the indoor siren, okay?" Steve sighed, sitting in his own chair at his desk.

"Indoor siren?" Matt asked.

"No siren," Steve explained. "Danno's coming soon. Why don't you color something for him?"

And that was why Matt was scribbling all over the reports Danny probably needed to sign. At least he was quiet?

The Trooper Station was open. If there were more Troopers in helmets today, Steve hadn't noticed yet.

grenadesandohana

Captain Steve McGarrett was on shore leave from his work in the Navy and so naturally he'd chosen a tiny, adorable town in order to relax from all of his stressful...Navy stuff.

He was now sipping a giant coffee and doing his best to relax while still wearing his uniform (because how else would people know he was in the Navy, right?)

hatesparadise

Danny made sure to drop off a bag of the nicer Kona coffee onto Diego's desk for him and Annie as he passed it on the way to his own surprisingly clean desk.

Steve's deep clean thing must have extended to the office as well.

But then he checked his desk drawers. "He took my damn snacks?!"

The troopers wisely kept their heads down at that.

hatesparadise

Well, there was a suspect in the cells when Danny got in this morning and they were colorful. Not just because of the snow, mind you. (Danny was various shades of green and red himself.) But because they were felt.

And this was just a great lead up to the holidays here.

"You guys booked him, you get the paperwork," Danny said, dumping it back onto the troopers' desks.

[muppet modded with permission]

hatesparadise

They didn't have Waffle House back in New Jersey, but Danny still felt at home with the no nonsense order style.

Also, he'd had a late night working on the ~~Pepe Silva~~ clue board. But the map was mostly flushed out with the news of an actual Walmart showing up overnight in the woods...

Well, it'd need to get checked out too. But so did many other spots that was kind of running the troopers a little thin.

So, he was working on a 'looking for volunteers' thing in the relative safety of the Waffle House. As you do.

hatesparadise

Well, things were just getting weirder and any attempt on Danny's end to figure it out was just causing a migraine.

But he did follow the fine tradition of so many people before him with a ~~murder board of crazy~~ whiteboard covered in all the clues that had been called into the station. Television heads featured prominently. But somehow so did HelloFresh, which was circled three times by the troopers.

The station was open and doing its best.

throughaphase

Welp. Caritas was a Margaritaville. All bright colors and tropical decor, with Tino unhappily wearing a branded shirt. And while Caritas had a little kitchen for like bar food that people rarely ordered, there was a full on restaurant now.

There was merch on the wall. Merch for a restaurant Kitty didn't even run because this was a bar.

Now said bar was where you sat if the wait for a table was too long.

"I don't know what to do with this," Kitty decided.

hatesparadise

Decorating for Halloween had hit the trooper station now. Or maybe they just really needed to clean those cobwebs in the corners of the place.

Both were possible.

At the moment, Danny was trying to ignore how the troopers turned it into a multi-person job with a ladder and a feather duster. Because this was just his life here.

hatesparadise

Well, there was still some bread leftover in the station after Steve made the executive decision that they didn't need the extra carbs. Which was false, but Danny would allow him to live in his falsehood.

But now the troopers were lingering ar the coffee pot, making loud comments about donuts.

Because if course they were.

grenadesandohana

Steve had spent the past several weeks as an otter. Again.

The good news was that Danny had taken him back to Hawaii and he'd spent many happy hours stealing surf boards from tourists (which he didn't remember but Danny had so. much. video). The bad news was that Danny had also gone undercover as an economics professor while they'd been back and Steve had missed it.

(He wasn't sorry about missing investigating a professor who'd been murdered and fed to pigs, but he was sorry to have missed Danny in glasses.)

So now he was back, un-ottered, and settled in to the routine of Fandom, which was why when his phone went off with a call from Hawaii already, he was surprised. "Howsit, Nahele?" he answered, smiling.

The smile disappeared immediately under the barrage of words from the frantic teen.

"Okay, okay, slow down a little," he said. "Tell me more about this custody hearing with your dad."

It was going to be a much busier week than he'd anticipated.

The Trooper Station was open!

hatesparadise

Well, someone ordered dinosaur themed grabbers. And now the troopers were testing out it's effectiveness in taking things from each other.

Which meant Danny had already mediated three fights just this morning.

"Swear to God, I'm gonna throw a chair if you guys can't play nice!"

hatesparadise

"No, I don't want to talk about my vacation," Danny informed Ralph because he was already aware that Steve shared. And this was only meant to stress him out.

He wanted a nice, normal day.

Well, Fandom normal, at least.

"And why is there all this paper on the ground?" he asked. "Did you all miss the garbage can?"

gambles_everything

It was probably best not to ask where mayor Faden had found that much raw meat. Or what might happen to it later. But it was there, in the park, not far from where the beasts' portal had first appeared.

And it was working.

Weremongooses, werebeavers and werepigs, all came skulking out of the shadows to find the hoard. They were hungry, and some of the locals were chewy, you see.

They had no idea what was waiting for them.

[[ fighty post! open. ]]

hatesparadise

Well, something was going on in town if you listened to the calls coming in. The very weird, very annoying calls that Danny was just letting the Troopers sift through for what was real and what was just the Bee Lady being the Bee Lady.

Or the Bee Lady being serious about things.

"Hold down the fort," Danny called, digging out spare supplies from Steve's desk to go join him out in town.

Which would have worked had he not almost immediately been scratched by a crazed looking bear thing the moment he stepped outside. And then there was now a crazed looking weregopher in his place.

Look out, Fandom. There was a weregopher about.

[I had to]

hatesparadise

Well, the weekend of kids had come and gone and Danny was fine about it. So very much fine that he was quietly finishing up Steve's paperwork and not bitching about any of it.

Yes, it unnerved the troopers a little. But that was clearly a them issue!

But, hey, work was getting done here.

hatesparadise

The soda breads were gone after Steve had dumped them at the office, but now there was an expectation of more from the troopers.

"Look, maybe for Easter, okay?" Danny offered.

But it was clearly too far off for free, office baked goods.

hatesparadise

There was a snake in one of the cells when Danny arrived this morning.

Which. Sure. Whatever. Made perfect sense here.

"You did the intake form, you get to deal with the feeding," Danny warned Ralph. He had his own (Steve's) paperwork to do, thank you.

hatesparadise

"I can't believe none if you tried the coffee," Danny grumbled as he fished out the Kona that Steve had already brought to the station.

The troopers? Still untrusting of anything provided by one Steve McGarrett.

"Fine, more for me."

It was a pretty normal day in the office, all things considered.

carbsliftthespirit

Raiden was reasonably certain he had not ordered this many potatoes. He was reasonably certain nowhere that wasn't one of those spiral potato on a stick places at the fair (oooh, he could really go for one of those right now) needed to order this many potatoes.

It was cool, though. Potatoes were delicious, and you could totally put carbs on carbs if you weren't a coward.

"Have the vendors always been this flaky?" he asked one of the staff as he ran potatoes through a mandoline. "Is it because we're on an island?...What do you mean, 'Just wait'?" Hadn't the scrapple been enough?

Specials
Sweet Potato & Kale Pizza
Potato Pizza with Creme Fraiche & Bacon
Baked Potato Pizza

Pizza Planet is open.

hatesparadise

Well, he wasn't a cat anymore and he was back in clothing that fit. He even kindly put Steve's spares back in his desk for him.

And the paperwork Steve had been avoiding was still there.

"I swear to god," he grumbled, picking it up to just finish for him.

[open, of course]

hatesparadise

It would have been a remarkably normal day at work, except...

"...how in the hell is there gravy on my desk?" Danny muttered, looking at his hand and making a face.

This was punishment for his spite lunch, wasn't it?

None of the troopers had an answer for him there.

[open!]

grenadesandohana

Danny's bitching about the Chicago-style sausage pizza on Friday night had been everything Steve had wanted. Danny would point out that craving being yelled at made Steve a deeply broken person, but Steve would ignore that. He'd rather view at letting Danny indulge in his love language, which was ranting.

They were so weird.

Steve was back from taking the Troopers on a long run around the island--so many stairs! so much fun for possibly only people who were Steve!--and was now at his desk ignoring the phone and making Calvin engage with the Bee Lady.

The Trooper Station was open!

hatesparadise

Nothing especially strange was happening so far today. Which was either a trick or a red letter day. Kind if fifty-fifty there.

Either way, Danny was going to take this as the opportunity to catch up on paperwork. Even if it was about the on-going investigation into an upside down pole in town.

[open!]

grenadesandohana

After classes were over (or roughly, it wasn't like he kept track like some kind of creeper), he put on his favorite Hawaiian shirt from the Shenanigans--the Hot Dog Bigfoots--and headed down to the beach.

In a little while, there were four fires roaring merrily: three on different grills with a variety of meats, one sequestered just for pork products, and one for vegetarian options. Steve'd even sourced some fresh ahi again and was feeling particularly pleased with himself about that.

The fourth fire was a cute little bonfire with neatly stacked rejected Shenanigan shirts placed a safe distance from it, along with buckets of water and sand for fire safety (and because McGarrett had 100 percent been a Boy Scout).

There were coolers of drinks including one of beer with a sign--"If you are from the HS and take a beer at a cop party, you're dumber than we thought and are v sad for you"--as the only disincentive.

Come on down, Fandom! Say goodbye to the summer. Eat food, drink beer, get rid of polyblend if that's your thing...

[OOC: Open to everyone!]

hatesparadise

Well, this week just continued in being A Week, judging by the phone calls coming into the station.

"No, ma'am, there's nothing illegal about sitting on a park bench and looking sad."

It was up there with Bee Lady calls, to be honest.

"Yes, I did hear how ineffective they are at feeding the birds. Still not a crime."

[open!]

hatesparadise

Well, the 'issue' with the post from Monday hadn't been resolved. Which meant it was now on Danny's desk.

"There's not enough coffee for this," he tried telling a deeply disinterested Ralph.

Well, at least he could say he was busy with this today.

hatesparadise

Yesterday had come and gone far too quickly for getting to see Charlie and then the whole hospital thing.

So now, Danny was tired on many levels as he sifted through the paperwork on someone turning back into a human on Monday. You know. Normal Monday stuff.

Well, at least this place was consistent in the weirdness.

[open!]

grenadesandohana

The park was done up with streamers, strings of lights and all the tacky police and firefighter themed decor you could find at a Party City, so it was maybe not quite as badass as McGarrett had been intending, but he figured that the sections that had been cordoned off for each department to show off would make up for that.

Well. That and the mahi mahi and Longboard beers he'd brought in from Honolulu. He knew a guy.

He was behind one of the grills, shirtless (worrying about burns was for the fire department), bopping his head along to the beat of the zombie band who were thrilled to be playing out in the sunlight ~~and well away and upwind from the food because Steve wasn't stupid~~. That no one had put sunscreen onto the zombie band would be a Tino problem for the rest of the week.

The sun was shining, the weather was perfect and warm, and the tug-of-war for on-island first responder dominance would be both shirtless and unnecessary. Welcome, everyone!

defenderofdesmoines

Big week for Annie.

New hair (even if the difference from 'dirty blonde' to 'golden blonde' was pretty minor.) Horrible new shenanigan shirt. A messed-up work schedule that had her leaving again after her shift tonight to go back to New York so that she could be back in time to support the Fandom PD on Saturday at a very normal picnic that was not competitive at all.

Oh, and she had some new jewelry. That was kind of a big deal.

Needless to say, Annie was in a fantastic mood at the bar tonight, even if Tiny had, weirdly, not really cared to see her ring????? Um, rude, Tiny, had you never congratulated a coworker on her engagement before? There was, like, an order to this.

But she did appreciate that it looked like the shirtless thing was sticking around, and at least it was finally seasonally-appropriate and she didn't have to worry about anyone catching cold, Gladio.

~*Specials*~
Champagne Cocktail
Aperol Spritz
Bellini
French 75

hatesparadise

Well, today was proving to be an absolute bust on getting anything at all accomplished. Mostly because Danny was spending half of it, fielding phone calls, assuring people that no, it was just a drill this morning.

"No, ma'am, there was no kraken," he all but sighed. "No, ma'am."

This was just a bad day to work.

And on top of that, he was looking at some very strange text messages from Kamekona, asking him to make sure Steve wasn't too upset that he couldn't get hula dancers out to Maryland for the party this weekend. Because it wouldn't be a competition with Steve if it wasn't wildly over the top.

hatesparadise

Danny had been, unfortunately, pulled into the ridiculous class today. Which meant he had a shirt inflicted on him.

That shirt was now in a garbage can in the trooper station and he was honestly contemplating a exorcism to cleanse the place of its evil.

Still better than a phone call from the Bee Lady, at least.

[open!]

hatesparadise

Was Danny spending half of his day searching for the hidden paint grenades? You're damn right he was.

But he also knew Steve was pretty damn good at hiding weapons, so it might just be a fool's errand.

"Free donuts to anyone that finds them," he offered the troopers. Which would make for an interesting day at least.

[open, of course]

hatesparadise

Well, things were--knock on wood--normal for this place. Even if Steve was still avoiding him out of perfectly understandable embarrassment.

But a day in the office, going over reports on 'emo comas' and how almost every shop in town had randomly been a coffee shop was making up for a lot of things. Sometimes you just had to savor the good parts when they arrived.

[open!]

defenderofdesmoines

True to what she'd promised yesterday, Annie had basically just ripped off -- borrowed inspiration from, whatever -- Summer's specials. But also true to what she'd promised, there was no jello near any of this. (It would have been a disaster if she'd tried, anyway. Annie for sure did not have the patience necessary for making jello shots.)

The one deviation that Annie had come up with totally originally was, of course, the pitchers of bright green beer she had up on the bar, which she would gladly pour for anyone who wanted to pay $4 a green Bud Light for some reason.

~*St. Paddy's Day Specials*~
Green Beer!!!
Guinness
Shamrock Shooters
Bailey's Mint Martini
Nutty Irishman
Pot of Gold

And just in case that wasn't festive enough for you, Annie had arrived in style, complete with earrings where she normally would be sporting her standard hoops. And don't be jealous, friends -- she had hats in case you needed to Irish-up your ensemble a bit.

grenadesandohana

Steve was perusing the corkboard at the Perk as he waited for his order to be finished--he felt that staring at the baristas while they made his drink was creepy--when an ad caught his eye:

He immediately took a photo of it and texted it to the Hawaii 5-0 group chat. New plans! he added, then put his phone in his pocket and waited for everyone to start texting him back.

[OOC: Open like a coffee shop!]

defenderofdesmoines

So, something was clearly going on today, considering Annie had been in and out of both of her uniforms at random all day, and had watched Diego go through the same thing. (Had it been nice when he'd randomly had no shirt but added boxing gloves? Yes, but that didn't make it any less weird, thanks for asking, narrative.)

Almost immediately upon getting to work, though, she found herself in her usual I'm Not Famous, Seriously get-up, and irritably pulled her sunglasses down her nose so she could at least write the specials board.

~*Specials*~
Beer?

She could make other things, but right now her confidence that she'd be able to complete a mixed drink before doing something weird and unpredictable was pretty shot.

[flying OCD free because it's that kind of day, and offscreen Diego changes modded with permission!]

hatesparadise

So, the shave ice stand was still there and doing some remarkably good business for it being, you know, winter. Which meant Danny had to sort through a small crowd to get into the station.

"This is your fault," Danny informed Ralph once he finally got inside.

[open!]

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