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Sure, the weekend had been insane and stupid and insanely stupid, but Rosa was feeling pretty good about getting to be an actual cop for once around here, even if it wasn't exactly busting up drug rings or solving murders. But then Monday came. Monday always came, and Rosa was reminded of one more thing she missed about the Nine-Nine that she most certainly took for granted, and that was, in a larger precinct, there was always someone else to do the god damn paperwork.

"How can an island with so few people require this much paperwork?"

It didn't help that her usual frustrations with technology seemed to be in full force that Monday, having to stop several times to glare at her screen, smacking her hand against the side of it as whatever she was working on fritzed out or froze or sometimes just went to a black or blue screen of death.

Eventually, it got so bad that she just ripped her monitor up off the desk and threw it to the floor. Which did not bode well for the monitor, but she pulled out her wallet and threw a couple of bills down on top of demolished equipment. "I'll pay for that," she promised, ever her technology-sucks-anyway motto, and then she dropped back into her desk and...filled out some forms longhand or whatever.

Until Ralph brought over a spare monitor and hooked it up, receiving the brunt of Rosa's glare the whole time. "Thanks, Ralph," she said between her teeth, and you could tell she really, really meant it...

Oh. And don't even get her started about the Pumpkin...Half afraid that Arlo 2 would try to eat the damn thing (were those just Arlo 2's regular excited licks or something more hungry? She didn't know, but she didn't want to explain to someone, yeah, my dog ate your pet), she brought the Pumpkin with her to the station, leaving a message for the little green kid to come pick up her damn....Pumpkin.

[[open station is open!]]

fh_spareparts

The shadows didn't want to budge. They liked it here, and they liked their toys, and maybe they would like to reach out, sometime, and bring in more...

Because the island would let them do that, wouldn't it?

It would be oh-so-cosy.

[[ FINALE POST! ocd up. ]]

fh_spareparts

Shadows twined ever deeper into the forest, creating their own networks of darkness through a swath of grey.

The trees showed no sign of letting go.

[[ ocd up! ]]

spectre_alenko

It was a nice, slow, boring day.

That feeling filled Kaidan with dread, a little bit, because it almost seemed as if thinking it would cause the island to do an abrupt about-face. It was drizzling off and on, though more on than off, but that didn't bother Kaidan much. Kanan was planning to go to the sparring sessions with him. He wasn't sure why that was causing anxiety, but it was, and the only thing to do about it was to run and burn off all the excess energy.

The park's paths were nice and paved and far less slick than anything near the shore would be, so he hit those and began doing laps at speed, broken by laps of lighter jogging.

He tried to figure out the disquiet, but everything was a nightmare muddle of everything and nothing all at once. He had friends here. He was allowed to have friends here. His friends back home would be happy he had friends here. Why was his brain being so stupid? He didn't know, so he ran.

[OOC: Open, no OCD. Feel free to interact with the stupid boy being stupid or to make your own thread totally ignoring him.]

thatsweirdright

So... it was Friday afternoon, classes were done with for the week, and Jason and Peridot had plans to portal somewhere with ridiculously high cliffs to dive off of. Because Fandom had only 'moderately high places to jump off of' and that wouldn't do.

The Portalocity gnome had looked at Jason kind of strangely when he'd booked the trip earlier this week, and made sure to stress that this trip was "non-refundable, no matter what the circumstances" but that "missed portals to this particular destination could be re-booked within one month of a missed trip". Which... sure? Jason didn't think there was anything short of a full-scale invasion that'd stop him from going on this trip, but you know, whatever.

[ooc: for that one mentioned, but can also be open, though 'Dot thread is chronologically last!]

throughaphase

There was a party at Caritas today, so Kitty came in early to make sure everything was properly set up. She did most of this alone, since Tino hadn't come in yet.

Right before opening he still wasn't there, and Kitty was a little worried she'd have to serve the whole party by herself.

He showed up five minutes late with Starbucks, and this might be the most Kitty had ever hated anybody.

somethingwithturquoise

It was a damn good thing Summer had a big party to get ready for, because it was just the thing for her to channel all her anger into so she just didn't blow up and go ballistic or something, because her family was seriously the worst. There was plenty to do, too, moving everything from the dorms to the spot in the preserve she found that would be perfect, putting up lights, tables, getting a music system set up, marking a path through the woods so everyone could find it without a problem. She could throw herself into the work and into the glitterfication of everything to try to forget about how mad she was at her parents right now, but it wasn't helping as much as she thought it was. It might have to wait until the kegs and the jello shots started flowing.

And, of course, it didn't also didn't help that she'd barely just gotten into it when a yellow-shirted teenager with too big of a head showed up, standing nervously at the edge of the clearing without saying anything. Summer tried to work past it, but she could feel Morty's anxiousness radiating off of him, distracting her. "What do you want?" she demanded.

Morty's fingers tapped together. "I, uh, I wanted to say sorry," he said. "For Mom and Dad. That...that was, that was a really shitty thing they did.* And I know you hate us all and that you don't want to come home, but...I just...I-I just wanted to tell you that...that I'm really glad you're coming home, Summer. It-It's been really hard, dealing with all of this by myself. It's just..it's just not the same. So I'm glad. I'm glad you're coming home. Even if you're a bitch. I...I miss you."

And Summer stopped what she was doing, stringing up lights into the trees. Her shoulders sunk and she sighed. "God dammit, Morty."

She stopped and she went over to wrap her arms around him and give him a hug. "I miss you, too."

They took that moment and they held it for a little longer, because nothing was going to interrupt it or ruin it this time, and that in itself was a rare, special moment. But moments like that had a time limit, and before it started to get awkward, Summer pulled away. "But if you're going to crash my party," she said, "you could at least help out."

Morty smiled, trying not to make it too big. "Y-yeah, yeah, sure. Anything you want. Y-You...you got it, Sis."

"Ugh. Gross."

But with that, they got to work, and, in no time, the party was all set up. Lights strung up in the trees, a bonfire crackling in the middle of the clearing. Tables set up with the usual offerings of pizza and chips, hot dogs and s'more stuff to go with the fire, jellos of questionable content, a rainbow of jello shots, and a couple of kegs with plenty of red Solo cups. She had some party mixes playing through some rented speakers, and so now she just needed other people, because how lame would it be if the only person at her last party as a student here was her dorky little brother?

It could have been worse, though, she supposed.

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*Which will remain vague until it's played out later, la.

[[ PARTY TIME! Everyone's welcome! And let's be crazy and fly OCD-free, too, why the heck not?]]

not_of_the_nora

Another semester, another pointless trip. Aloy would've rather stayed back in her room, but her research on the portals had been largely exhausted.

Maybe a change of scenery would give her some ideas.

(Or at least something interesting to poke at.)

So she was out nice and early, bringing with her nothing but a small bag and her spear. If anyone asked, it was a walking stick. "Okay, let's get this portal here already."

Patience wasn't always her strong suit.

[[ tripees, assemble! ]]

livingartifact

Jenkins had a large number of winter gourds at the shop today, set up on a table near the back where he could experiment on them with different substances while still keep an eye out for any potential ~~test subjects~~ paying customers.

Peridot's new pet had inspired a little extra "mad" in Jenkins' usual scientific curiosity. It wasn't that he desired to actually bring animate life to the no-longer-living, it was just that he wanted to know if he could.

"Well, that won't work at all," he said, looking over the previous literature he could find on the subject. "Not only are the skies nearly entirely clear, introducing that much electricity is far more likely to simply cook the things." He gave the butternut squash a measured look. ". . . Though that might solve the problem of what to have for lunch. . . ."

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