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Liam's first indication that something was wrong (you know, besides the ominous new island addition, and the gunshots, and the fact that Steve and Danny had gotten into a rickshaw chase, etc etc etc) was that the mice woke him up performing the exact same ritual as they had the day before.

Which was not, in his experience, something that had ever happened before. Sure, there had been plenty of multi-day rituals and celebrations, but there had always been differences between day one and day two, three, four... you get the picture. But this had been identical.

And then he'd gone outside and there was marshmallow snow.

"What day is it?" he demanded, upon coming in to the Station. Diego was, as far as he knew, still a cat, so he'd been more or less planning on coming in anyway, even before things had started to go all once-a-semester-y yesterday.

"Morning to you too, boss," Ralph replied sarcastically.

"What. Day. Is. It."

"Friday." The 'Duh' was left unspoken.

Sure enough, the newspaper, the computer calendar, his Global... they all claimed it was Friday. What the hell was going on?

firstofitskind

Over the years, Liam had developed a habit of an early-morning patrol of the island, precisely because of things like sudden dramatic changes to the island's geography.

So yes, he'd noticed that new bit of island that had popped up by the Abandoned Warehouse District (why did they even have one of those, anyway?).

And yes, he'd sent a couple Troopers over that way to unobtrusively (hopefully) keep an eye on it.

In the meantime, the Trooper Station was open.

firstofitskind

So the island had a new arrival. Which Liam knew of not just because he listened to radio, but also because he'd received a call from a certain Agent Lee early yesterday morning appraising him of the situation. Or at least, the bare bones of the situation. She hadn't offered details, and he hadn't asked many, beyond for her to send over pictures of the men Halstead was hiding from. Just in case.

He sincerely doubted they'd actually ever show up on the island, but it never hurt to be too careful, right?

In the meantime... it was going to be a paperwork sort of day today.

[ooc: that Liam was doing paperwork is ok for broadcast, everything else in the above narrative is NFB plz!]

hashtag_chocobro

Well, today was Prompto's birthday, finally, and while he was planning on doing something with the guys once he got back to Insomnia later, for now, he was at work, and that was actually just fine. He did plan to splurge on one of those cameras he'd been eying as a gift to himself, anyway, and having a nice quiet day at the Photo Hut suited him...and his annual birthday tradition.

He spent the first part of his shift doing various work-related things, checking to see if Liz had left him any note or anything about stuff to do and then just taking care of some inventory and general tidying up, but once that was finished, he went back to the counter and set on top of it a very bright take-out box from J,GoB and extracted from it this year's Sad Lonely Birthday Cupcake.

Sure, it had been quite a few years since Prompto had actually had a Sad Lonely Birthday, but...it was tradition. It was still something he liked to do for himself, especially now, thinking about how they weren't so sad and lonely anymore, and thinking about that first time he'd had a Sad Lonely Birthday cupcake here at Fandom, and how it was really, technically, his last one, the moment Vette came over and saw him there with it...

So he lit the candle, sang himself a quiet little birthday song, smiled softly to himself, and blew the candle out. Picked up a fork, and started to dig in.

Because, really, the best part of the Sad Lonely Birthday Cupcake tradition was getting to eat the actual cupcake!

Photo Hut is open!

firstofitskind

It had been a long, long time since Liam had opened up his desk drawer to find it full of coffee.

So naturally, that's what he was dealing with today. Every drawer, instead of holding office supplies or random junk or files, was now just full of steaming hot coffee.

Which meant the Troopers were ignoring the perfectly functional coffee machine in favor of just taking mugs and scooping coffee out of drawers.

"That's disgusting," Liam said, as he watched Calvin do that. "You get how that's disgusting, right?"

Calvin just shrugged. Free coffee was free coffee! And this stuff didn't cool down in .5 seconds the way the stuff that the machine brewed did!

thedadalorian

Whiskey had woken up in a strange place with a strange little green... thing yesterday. But the green thing hadn't stuck around terribly long, which had left him alone in a shop full of weapons. Which made sense to him. And armor, that didn't make any sense to him.

So, now that he'd managed to find a decent set of clothing and, most importantly, a cowboy hat, he was out to investigate.

And that investigation involved getting himself a coffee with a little hat tilt and a, "Ma'am."

[def open! for real this time]

shapethecentury

Lance had no earthly idea how he'd ended up waking up in what he could only describe as the apartment of a homeless guy who'd somehow failed to realize he wasn't homeless. But obviously he hadn't stayed there: he'd gone out and secured himself an actual hotel room - nicest one he could get, also obviously, because this was a work trip and he wasn't footing the bill.

And then he'd gone out in search of coffee. Seeing a place called 'The Perkolator' didn't exactly fill him with confidence, but, whatever. "You do any kind of decent Americano in this backwater town?" he asked the barista, barely looking up from his phone. In his defense, he was trying to check who exactly he was in this town to meet with.

Maggie Townsend and Amherst and Hope Ann were next week, so --

[ooc: Bucky is now Lance Tucker from The Bronze. Open! eta: This should go without saying, but this guy's a dick and it's all IC and not OOC, omg.]

firstofitskind

Anybody who walked into the station today would be hard-pressed to miss the pile of junk that was currently occupying the floor.

"I don't know why I have to keep saying this," Liam was telling the ~~NPC~~ resident who'd just swung by to drop off what looked like half of a cello, "but 'Recycling Amnesty Day' is not a thing."

Deep breath.

"There's literally a junkyard a block from here!" he exclaimed in exasperation. He nudged at the junk pile with one foot, and an extremely disgruntled-looking raccoon popped out from amidst the trash. "Don't you start," Liam told it darkly.

"You two," he gestured at Ralph and the Trooper standing next to him. "Get all this crap over to the junkyard, stat. And I want someone posted outside to redirect anyone else who's somehow got it into their head that this is the place to drop off anything they can't recycle."

weirderthanthou

It was almost time for Fandom's guests to leave. To honour them one last time, the Mayor's office had arranged for a wonderful spread of food, set up along Apocalypse Ave on the way to the causeway. Opposite these tables were a few more with a, ah, tasteful number of Fandom tourist merchandise, for the shot glass-and-calendar-loving connoisseurs among their visitors.

And at the very far end stood a single table, holding nothing but a large collection of water balloons and water pistols. It came with no instructions.

Some of them looked like there was paint in them.

[[ ocd up! open! ]]

throughaphase

It was that time agaaaaaain! There was a sign on the door and a banner above the stage.

CARITAS PRESENTS
THREE MINUTE DATES

Or maybe, perchance, you totally missed it somehow, and didn't run from the bar before Tino could sign you up for dates. It happens!

And then a few minutes before 8:00, Kitty took the stage under the banner, to a drumroll from the zombie drummer.

"Hello and welcome to another installment of Three Minute Dates!" Kitty began. "In case you're new to this, in a couple minutes I'm going to call out sets of names. You'll find that person, talk to them for a whole three minutes. When you hear this siren-" Oh, that was an obnoxious air horn sound. "-you'll get a new person to talk to. If you got sucked into this without your knowledge, sorry, and also it's fifteen minutes of your life, make some new friends!"

[~~So much OCD incoming.~~ OCD is up! Date away! A post for Caritas after the dates will go up Saturday!]

firstofitskind

Honestly, Liam had known it was only just a matter of time before this particular conspiracy theory made its way to the Bee Lady. So he really wasn't all that surprised when she called today to lecture him on the 'dangers' of 5G and what it was doing to her bees.

"Calvin," Liam called, gesturing for said Trooper to come over to his desk. "You're heading over to the Bee Lady's place to help her put protective crystals around the hives."

Honestly, he was amazed he could say that with a straight face.

(The only reason he was indulging her on this was he was pretty sure she had a crush on Calvin and he was a bit of a romantic, shh.)

heroic_jawline

Steve loved his early morning runs when he was back in Fandom: all of the stairs were great for his quads and the Navy SEAL he passed multiple times on his circuit was always really irritated in a very satisfying way. He began his final lap, glancing around for the new people he'd glimpsed on his run in the last few weeks.

[OOC: Since we have a bunch of handwavy morning joggers, figured this was a good way to get them to interact. Open!]

firstofitskind

The start of another school year was on the horizon, and-

Well, Liam wasn't teaching anything this semester, so it actually didn't really affect him on a personal level all that much.

You know who was excited, though? The Troopers. Not for classes, no. But for new office supplies!

Calvin was a real big fan of the highlighters in particular.

defenderofdesmoines

Given that Annie was giving all things Hargreeves a fairly wide berth at the moment for the sake of, you know, their patriarch staying unsinged/her own person staying un-teleported, she figured she could throw her efforts into entertaining Ms. Stillwell for the remainder of her visit.

Which, again, was so weird, because they'd only ever had a handful of half-hour meetings when Madelyn had been alive, but whatever. Annie actually kind of liked her this way. It seemed like since she'd died, she found she had nothing to really lose, and it gave her a frankness that was kind of refreshing.

And that was why Annie had had the brilliant idea to pull out her copy of her new contract from its drawer in her filing cabinet, and brought it out for Madelyn to read over coffee at the Perk this morning.

(Was this maybe to just afford Annie some peace and quiet with her own coffee and her phone while Madelyn read through a fifty-odd-page document and offered the occasional comment about how good a lawyer she'd hired? Yes. Yes, it absolutely was.)

[open!]

stykera

Stark had, eventually, gotten over his initial shock from yesterday at least enough to take Zhaan home. He'd tried, and failed, to explain everything that had happened since the last time she had made a visit here. Nearly everything. He had avoided a few topics, for now. There was simply too much for one night even for two people who could share thoughts without words.

It had been a long night, though one he wouldn't have missed for anything. She was here, even if it was only for a brief time, and he was doing his best to enjoy every moment of this that he could.

Right now, he simply wanted to show her around the island he was once again calling home. Perhaps even introduce her to some of his friends should they run into any of them.

He thought she would enjoy the park and had brought her there after a stop at the Perk for beverages. There had been plenty of baked goods already in his apartment between the cupcakes he'd made yesterday and the cookies he'd purchased on Thursday.

"It's a good place to just sit, sometimes," he said after they'd settled on a bench. "Sometimes I just need to be outside. And there are the ducks. It's usually peaceful. Or we'd could go to the beach? We can go everywhere. It's not a very large island, but you know that. From the last time."

"I know," she agreed, smiling and patting his hand gently. "And I am happy to see all of it you'd like to show me."

[Open for any Park, Stark, or lovely blue bald alien woman needs you may have!]

defenderofdesmoines

As of 2:59 AM, most Fandomites were probably fast asleep -- tucked into their cozy beds, dreaming of mountains of ice cream or large women or whatever.

As of 3:00 AM, precisely, that probably changed, as the piercing and unavoidable sound of a fire alarm filled the air.

Wasn't this a fun way to get to know your neighbors, though? Standing around outside in the middle of the night and squinting at each other irritably while a shrieking alarm went off?

Oh well.

[open, no OCD, welcome to your MHA fire drill post!]

gotyoucookie

If any of the guys on the island thought they might get away with not being forcibly invited to an all night slumber party- which they shouldn't, since they would not have been expecting it- better luck next time.

It was the exact same setup as the other warehouse, with a couple changes. Because really, why should guys have to go without the typical slumber party experience?

flourish_or_perish

After Faye did radio, she actually had planned to take her own advice and go back to bed.

And instead, when she tried to leave, she found herself...at work. At the gun store. Where she sold guns, on the Tuesdays that she remembered.

Huh. And then -- yep, did not look like she'd be leaving for a bit, so. Good thing she had magazines stashed here, which she would go ahead and start reading behind the counter now, thank you. And hey, at least people would probably be less weird about being stuck here than at the sex store, right?

[open! this is your Layover Week post for Tuesday!]

firstofitskind

More than one of the Troopers had called in today due to holes, so Liam was... a little shorthanded when it came to assigning people for patrols.

This was fine.

(It was not fine.)

firstofitskind

People were disappearing. Which wasn't entirely unheard of, here in Fandom. Buildings disappearing kind of was, though; sure, there had been instances of buildings being destroyed or changed into something else but outright disappearing? That was a new one, at least to Liam.

So he'd shown up today with the intent of going through previous incidents and looking for anything similar.

(Privately, he doubted he'd find it. Repeat incidents seemed to be few and far between. But you never knew.)

Anyway, yes. He was here, if focused.

okteiviakom

Therapy, swimming, and then coffee at the Perk. Two times, not even in consecutive weeks, was not really enough to make it a tradition for Octavia's Fridays. Not even a habit. But still, it was... Nice.

And this time, she was even actually eating the pastry she'd ordered with her black coffee. Although she was also scrolling through things on her phone more than she was looking out the window she was sitting right by.

There were a lot of stables in the area around Baltimore.

[ooc: Expecting one, but open to all!]

firstofitskind

It was Liam's birthday today.

And while he knew Nina was planning... something... for tomorrow, marking it in his own small way had kind of become a tradition since arriving in Fandom, so here he was, ordering a cupcake and tea for breakfast.

"'Birthday cake' is its own flavor?" Liam murmured to himself as he sat down. "Huh."

[ooc: opennnnnn.]

texted3times

Tiny had given Eric a heads-up about what he might expect tonight and Allie had wisely called in "stuck in her world", so Eric was in the axe range taking the water feature apart with a jackhammer like the grown-ass vampire he was and Tiny was working the bar.

There was a very discrete IF YOU PUKE IN THE BAR, YOU CAN NO LONGER COME TO THE BAR sign next to him. Tiny remembered barhops.

The Devil's Nest was open! Surely jackhammer noises were a good idea!

fates_jaye

Jaye strolled into work expecting a quiet night, only to see that Tino already had a line of shots across the bar. Like he was prepared.

"Gonna be that kind of night, huh," Jaye said, without even knowing why.

At least it would only be temporary, until the partygoers took their party elsewhere.

firstofitskind

There was a buzz at the Trooper Station today. And no, it had nothing to do with the Bee Lady. But the Troopers were conferring to each other in hushed whispers. Most of them, anyway, as those whispers would abruptly stop whenever Hugo walked into the room.

Liam supposed he should just be glad they weren’t gossiping about him.

[ooc: am i tempting fate by noting publicly that i don’t have a lot of work to do today? probably.]

firstofitskind

You know what Liam was doing today?

Filling in reports regarding a break-in at Stark's apartment. No, Stark had not actually filed charges, but there really wasn't much of anything else to do, was there?

Looks like there was going to officially be dirt about you On File now, Faye. Sorry (not sorry) about that!

alwaysonguard

So, yesterday had been... interesting to say the least, and Dwight felt like he had earned a day off to re-center himself. So he closed up the shop and left a note pinned to the door apologizing for closing up but letting anyone who came by know where to find him.

Pulling on his favorite ballcap and grabbing his fishing pole and tackle box he headed out for the park. He had heard talk that there was a decent pond area there and whether or not there were any fish to be caught, just the thought of sitting and relaxing while trying was sounding like a welcomed change from the madness of the last few days.

As he walked passed the school grounds, Dwight made a mental note to try and get a hold of the class schedule next semester. The summer seemed pretty slow as far as classes so he wasn't too worried, but once the full semesters started up, he'd rather be safe than sorry when it can to any firearms and weapons classes that might be going on. He had so far managed to keep his Trouble from raising its ugly head and he would prefer to keep it that way for as long as possible.

Once he reached the park, Dwight settled down under one of the shade trees near the lake and gave a soft contented sigh, just taking a moment to enjoy the cool grass, warm breeze, and peaceful setting before turning his attention to the fishing gear.

(open for whoever wants to stop by)

hatesparadise

Well, Danny had already sort of planned on doing a little bit of grilling (read that as having Steve grill) for Memorial Day, but once he stepped outside to check on things, it looked like he'd been visited by the party fairies.

Which might even be a real thing here.

He wasn't gonna ask.

But either way, there was an ungodly amount of ~~moddable~~ food, drinks and the sort of decorations that made him mostly just roll his eyes. He made sure to put a sign in the lobby to let people know to get something to eat and maybe let anyone else know that they should swing by too.

There was that much food.

[open party is open!]

firstofitskind

Having ordered a chai latte and settled into the usual table he sat at at the Perk, Liam proceeded to, uh-

Frown at his Global, mostly.

Nina’s birthday was less than a week away, and he still didn’t know what he was going to get for her. Ugh. He hated leaving things to the last minute, honestly.

[ooc: plz entertain me on this rainy holiday monday.]

somethingwithturquoise

Oh? What was that? Some other country's holiday that basically turned into just another excuse to drink in this country just so happen to fall on a Wednesday again? Oh noooo, what a shame, it looked like Summer would have to go all out on a theeeeme again, how traaaagic.

So. If you didn't know already, today was Cinco de Mayo, and Caritas was all decked out accordingly for the occasion.

But, you know, like, tastefully, or whatever, but Summer would also like to point out that her maternal surname was Sanchez, so she probably had just as much a claim for usurping Cinco de Mayo as she, a redhead named Smith, had for usurping St. Patrick's Day.

Also, it was literally just an excuse to party. You really didn't need to go any deeper than that.

¡Cinco de Mayo Jello Specials!
Paloma
Mangonada
¡Viva México!
Corona Lime
Guacamole

Also:
Happy Dutch
Liberation Day, too!

Caritas is open!

firstofitskind

Monday had been filled with that nagging sense of dread, and then yesterday everything had gone to hell in a handbasket. In Liam’s experience, sudden drastic changes to island geography were almost never good news (that one time with the anthropomorphic animals being the exception). So he’d spent most of last night- and this morning- patrolling the island, looking for something to stab or shoot at or whatever.

Unfortunately for Liam, he didn’t think to look down, and so missed the hands reaching out from the bushes lining the street. Unfortunate because the hands didn’t miss, grabbing at his ankles and pulling him closer until there were hands everywhere, holding him down-

He twisted in their grasp, struggling for a few moments before he finally managed to wrench himself free, scrabbling backwards across the pavement until he was a safe enough distance from the goddamn grabby hands.

Don’t mind Liam, he was just going to sit-sprawl here for a moment and try to catch his breath for a moment, okay?

[ooc: so very open!]

firstofitskind

It was a quiet day at the station...

Other than the complaints about air pollution that started pouring in after a certain fire started, yes. But as Travis seemed to have the actual fire well in hand, there really wasn’t much Liam could do other than point out that where there’s fire, there’s smoke.

long_memory

This was, like, the first normal Sunday in awhile and Silver was celebrating by having a very normal shift. If anything weird happened he would simply just ignore it. Today was a firmly normal day.

bookbeltof_love

Nina had, like, no idea how many people would bother to show or whatever, given that she really hadn't planned ahead or anything but it would be on radio and she'd have Dad and her brother at least (and likely Iggy and possibly some Troopers, too, if Dad actually did make them come work) and that was pretty great too.

So, like, bright and early and all the way into about mid-afternoon, there was going to be a lot of bustling (even if a lot of that bustling was magic-fueled, by her, cheating outrageously) to kind of, like, get in an extra session of castle building before Monday, which was technically the due date for their castle and she'd…

Kind of been busy this semester? So it had fallen by the wayside which was, like, tragic and she kind of hated that she'd been so unreliable but ~~real life was rude~~ when she was spying in a different universe it was kind of hard to build a castle in this one. Even for her.

Nina had her tents set up, with snacks and drinks (including Ebony, specially there for Ignis) and she had spent some time even earlier in the morning inspecting what they'd need to do and setting it up. The walls and roof were completed—thank goodness—but they still needed to get the windows in and lay down the floors and install the doors and…

Well, like, there was a lot to do!

Nina sent a text out for people to come build a castle if they so wished to spend a few hours of their Saturday doing something literally constructive and then, after finishing a cup of tea, she bounced to her feet and got to work on one of the windows.

[As per the post this is an informal castle-building session that's open to everyone on the island should they wish to have gotten the text/stumble upon it.]

firstofitskind

So last week had sure been... last week. And then there was the weekend, with its glimpse into possible futures (some more likely than others).

And then there was this week! Which was totally fine and not at all annoying or frustrating. Which was why Liam was totally not taking out any pent up frustration on the Troopers today. They were all just scrubbing down the Station because everyone liked a clean workplace, right?

[ooc: late, but open. boy has today been a day.]

somethingwithturquoise

Summer had pretty much been hard at work on planning something (a few somethings!) ever since her class got out yesterday, all thanks to a text she had received, and she was in the zooooone, because this was just the sort of thing that gave Summer life and worked as a nice distraction from, you know, thinking too hard about stuff that were sure to send her spiraling into one of those fun little 'disappear for a few days to shoot asteroids' sort of moods.

Anyway, either way, she got to the bar supes early to start getting things set up, so that by the time they opened, the whole place was decked out in yellow and white streamers, large glittering golden stars hanging for the ceiling, balloons fucking everywhere, there was clearly a theme, and if anyone needed any help figuring out exactly what was going on, there was a large banner draped above the bar that might help:

🌟🎉🌟 !!CONGRATULATIONS STARLIGHT!!!🌟🎉🌟
~Newest Member of the SEVEN!~

And if you thought Summer was going to just stop at decorations, um, hi? Have you met Summer?

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!
The Homelander
The Queen Maeve
The Black Noir
The Transluscent
The ~~Shitty Aquaman~~ The Deep
The A-Train

~and FEATURING!!~~

THE STARLIGHT

edit: (and also the Lamplighter, to wish him a happy retirement!)

Well, Annie....you did say you loved a theme! Girl did her RESEARCH, dammit. Shut up. But that wasn't all!

ALL DRINKS FREE IF YOU JUST GOT ACCEPTED INTO AN ELITE TEAM OF SUPERHEROES!

Also, ask my about my Super Saturday Starlight Space Party!

Caritas is open!

heroic_jawline

It had been a ~~weird~~ ~~odd~~ ~~possibly traumatizing~~ fun weekend, but the portal had opened back up in the park.

Sorry, kids. Grab one last snack and head back to your home dimensions. It's time to say goodbye.

[OOC: For all the SP, of course!]

firstofitskind

Some things were almost as inevitable as possible future children showing up the day after Prom, and that was a cryptid-related emergency at the least possibly convenient time.

Thankfully, the situation in Baltimore only required the presence of one Kincaid-Price. Which was good because they didn't know if the kids would even be able to leave the island with all the time-and-dimensional-weirdness involved in bringing them here in the first place. And while time-sensitive, it wasn't time intensive, and they'd wrap up in time for dinner.

Liam was making the most of it, which is why he was at the Perk with the trio, orderng frappuchinos. Nothing with actual coffee in it, just the kind with flavour syrups and plenty of sugar. Was that actually any better? Who knew.

[ooc: opennnnnn.]

firstofitskind

For all the importance Liam placed on being in control, he did enjoy this week when it came around (heh) every year. Perhaps because he had someone he trusted implicitly to work through it with him. Well, two someones, really, because Dominic lived close enough that when he and Verity went to visit, that pollen hadn’t yet had time to flush from their systems.

In any case, sex pollen or not, he did still have a job to do. So he was here, very studiously doing it and not, you know, either of the people he’d rather be doing. Which was absolutely frustrating, but he also was looking forward to what tomorrow would bring enough that it kinda brought down the frustration levels to something more tolerable.

firstofitskind

There had clearly been something strange going on with the phones yesterday, what with all the confusing messages Liam had gotten.

It seemed to be fixed, though, as everyone who was calling the Trooper Station today actually meant to. Mostly to complain about... you guessed it, strange text messages and voicemails.

"Okay, yes," Liam was saying to the person on the other end of the line. "That does sound vaguely threatening, you're right. But I'm pretty sure that wasn't directed at you. I bet with a little context that's actually a perfectly innocent message. No, you can't file harassment charges. At least, not without proof they actually meant to call you. The island was doing a thing.

... You can't file harassment charges against the island either."

It was gonna be a long day.

weirderthanthou

For once, Jesse wasn't bringing her work to the Perk.

She was just. At the Perk. To drink her nice warm coffee and stare out the window.

(When was the last time I just stared out the window?)

She'd given herself the day off, and, well. She wasn't really used to that. Eventually she was maybe going to figure out what to do with it, but until then, staring it was.

[[ some method rp for a quiet Saturday. Open! ]]

firstofitskind

It wasn’t that Liam had come to work in a bad mood these past few weeks, but even the Troopers had been observant enough to pick up on the fact that something had been bothering him (aside from mysteriously disappearing miscellaneous items).

Not today, though. Today Liam seemed far less preoccupied than he had been the last few weeks.

[ooc: it’s gonna be a slow work day. so open.]

bookbeltof_love

It really hadn't been her idea to just fall mostly off the face of the planet. (Multi-verse?)

Like, upon consideration, Nina was sort of surprised it hadn't happened more often, and she didn't mind, but she was also pretty sure that she was due to be scolded by… several people? Probably several people.

Unless, like, they'd forgotten all about her. That was also an option.

(She was hoping it wasn't really an option but, like, she had to leave it open, if only so that she was prepared in case it was…)

Gods, but she was tired. Tired enough that, even though she was wearing clothes that Aine would wear, instead of what Nina would wear, she detoured to the Perk. She was in a weird in-between state anyway.

It wasn't like anyone here would care if Nina was wearing clothes she wouldn't usually.

Not that there was anything scandalous about her forest green skinny jeans, yellow tank top, black jean jacket, and the boots Dad had gotten her for Christmas. Even her hair, currently a pale, washed out brown and then stuffed into a wildly curled ponytail, wasn't exactly outrageous.

But it wasn't Nina.

And it was. Just not here.

Nina wrapped her hands around her cup of tea, letting the warmth sink into her, and watched out the window, idly, her mind a million miles away, troubled and turning over what she'd been doing for the last—

While.

She still wasn't sure what she'd tell people when they asked. Of course, that depended on the person and on what exactly they asked.

Iggy was probably not going to like not getting answers. He usually did when it came to Aine's work.

Not this time. Not for the next good while either.

Her orders were straight from the King and the only people she answered to now were King Regis, Clarus Amicitia, and Cor Leonis.

Part of her loved it.

More of her was, and would keep on being, worried. Things were moving in the silence of the war and she couldn't see the shape of it yet.

Nina hated that.

[Open, yes!]

defenderofdesmoines

Annie was clearly distracted as she took her place behind the bar tonight. As a means to avoid the temptation to drink at work -- even something as innocuous as a Shirley Temple (the sugar) -- Annie had brought a tall tumbler of some kind of green juice to sip on. Granted, mostly she was just sort of annoyed about it, rather than, like, basking in her newfound health benefits, but it was probably a better choice than the beer she really wanted.

She was also trying to be a little more active tonight, even through her distraction, and kept finding reasons to go look in cabinets and pace around and basically just annoy the utter shit out of Tiny. Part of it was that she actually felt compelled to hit her step count today; part of it was that she was, honestly, just kind of anxious and trying to burn it off a little.

The Devil's Nest was open, even if the bartender was busy with her phone and her juice and her nerves.

knife_bender

Diego was busy with the paperwork he had been too lazy to do last week, and he was kind of grateful for the distraction. While he was extremely happy for Annie and hoped she did nail her try out for The Seven, the words "long distance relationship" were scary ones. Now that he was alone (aside from the troopers) it gave him more time to think about it which was allowing him to think of how this could all go wrong.

So maybe not all of the paperwork would be done today. But more will be done than last week, which was something.

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firstofitskind

Liam had had a busy morning, for once, as evidenced by the actual freaking leprechaun currently in the lockup.

And the pile of miscellaneous stolen objects he now had to sort though.

He sent an email out to everyone he knew, letting them know that if they’d lost something a couple days ago, it was probably at the Trooper Station now if they wanted to come pick it up, and then printed out some flyers saying the same. Sure, he didn’t think anyone would be beating down the door to get their... soup ladle or whatever back, but he didn’t need this stuff cluttering up the station, either.

“Go put these up,” he directed the Troopers. Yes, he was still disappointed in them for not following through during the first rash of thefts.

The Trooper Station was open, and full of random stuff!

firstofitskind

The Troopers were being surprisingly hard-working today. The Station looked spotless, the evidence lock-up had been organized, and Calvin was even doing paperwork, willingly.

Liam's first thought was that maybe they felt guilty that they hadn't gotten anything done during the break week. But it soon became apparent that that wasn't it at all. Apparently, they were angling for an invite to St Paddy's Day dinner next Wednesday.

"Sorry to disappoint, guys, but it's a family-only sort of thing," he told them apologetically. To their credit, they didn't immediately give up on actually doing something resembling work, so maybe they did feel a little guilty about slacking off while everyone had been gone.

firstofitskind

"What do you mean, you filed it as 'Unsolved'?" Liam scoffed at Calvin.

"You gave up is what you mean."

Great.

"You had one job!"

He was very disappointed in you all, Troopers. Very disappointed. An actual case involving actual theft and you just... didn't do anything, because all the people who usually would make sure you Did The Things were on vacation.

heroic_jawline

Normal guys went to a bar, or a club, or a movie, or maybe out to dinner. Steve and Liam went to a holosuite and souped up a ridiculous obstacle course to run through.

No one tell them about Crossfit. They'd instantly become Those People Who Only Talked About Crossfit.

"So, loser buys beer?" Steve said, stretching out his arm muscles and also showing off his biceps.

firstofitskind

There had, apparently, been a rash of thefts around the island through the night. Nothing of actual value had been stolen, but the complaints were rolling in about, in no particular order, missing:

Pants buttons
Tabs from the tops of soda cans
Fridge lightbulbs
Tupperware lids
Keyrings (not, it should be noted, the keys themselves, just whatever item was being used to group them together)
Stickers on the router with the wifi password
Ice cube trays

Liam was, naturally, doing due diligence and sending the Troopers out to interview the complainants. Because immediately jumping to the conclusion that it was the work of the raccoons would be profiling, and that wouldn't do.

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