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Trooper Station; Monday [ 01/05 ].
Daisy was certainly a rare sort, in that when she came into the station that Monday and found plenty of paperwork sitting on her desk, she was feeling very glad and perhaps even a little eager. This, of course, was mostly because most of the paperwork was filled with information that needed to be entered into the computer, into the system, and a day at the desk doing that in between sips of nice hot tea was second only to going out and busting up criminals.
And since that one happened so rarely around here, she was certainly content with computer data entry.
[[ open station, open poooost! ]]
And since that one happened so rarely around here, she was certainly content with computer data entry.
[[ open station, open poooost! ]]
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Ray was grinning. And he was flopping into a chair right next to her. Hey, it had wheels. Today was awesome. "What's up?"
[ omg slow as my brain is on slow-burn, and yet! ]
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And then her smile turned just a little, tiny bit teasing. "Computer stuff. You'd best stay away and let the expert handle it."
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Daisy was pretty content with her tea, but she figured it was worth a shot.
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That was all Ray had to say before he was gone. He came back a couple minutes later, though, with normal, crappy station coffee. "I swear the guy is gonna start World War III with coffee or something."
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Her face twisted in an expression of disgust after she'd tentatively sipped. "Ugh, that's wretched! That's perfect, Kowalski, thank you."
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Although Daisy had to admit that she could actually picture it, a bit, the sound of broken ceramic on the side of a desk, revealing dangerous, coffee-dripping shards...