Kappa Delta Gremlin Meeting / The Trooper Station / Tuesday Afternoon
The girls met today where Emma and Quinn had handwavily told them to arrive - at the Trooper Station.
Vimes cleared his throat, strongly wishing that Sergeant Angua was here at the moment. At least she had a few things in common with the assembled lot in his station. Hair care tips at the very least. She had enough of it...
“Welcome to the Trooper Station,” he said, hands clasped behind his back in a stance that could be considered ‘at ease’. This was almost as bad as an audience with the patrician. “You’ll be working with a few of the troopers today to get a feeling for what the coppering life is like.”
"Which we're doing by practicing fingerprinting and helping out around the station," Quinn put in smoothly, before anyone could express any bright ideas about going to the Perk and arresting the barista who always tried to look down your top. (Okay, that might have been what Quinn wanted to do, and she was still a little sulky she couldn't.) "We'll be gaining valuable real-world office experience."
"Misfiled paperwork could lead to the wrong suspect being booked or going free," Emma continued. "Make the coffee too weak, and your fellows might put you behind bars. You have to know someones rights, and not violate them." SIGH. BORING. "It's not as glamorous as on television shows, and it's a lot of walking."
But the walked was the best part, girls! “And learning to sleep standing up and in the rain,” Vimes added cheerfully.
"Or just not sleep at all," Emma replied, wincing at the idea of what that would do to her hair and skin. "Some of us are good at that sort of thing. The rest of us? Can label evidence under the watchful eye of the Troopers and Sheriff Vimes."
[OOC: OCD up!]
Vimes cleared his throat, strongly wishing that Sergeant Angua was here at the moment. At least she had a few things in common with the assembled lot in his station. Hair care tips at the very least. She had enough of it...
“Welcome to the Trooper Station,” he said, hands clasped behind his back in a stance that could be considered ‘at ease’. This was almost as bad as an audience with the patrician. “You’ll be working with a few of the troopers today to get a feeling for what the coppering life is like.”
"Which we're doing by practicing fingerprinting and helping out around the station," Quinn put in smoothly, before anyone could express any bright ideas about going to the Perk and arresting the barista who always tried to look down your top. (Okay, that might have been what Quinn wanted to do, and she was still a little sulky she couldn't.) "We'll be gaining valuable real-world office experience."
"Misfiled paperwork could lead to the wrong suspect being booked or going free," Emma continued. "Make the coffee too weak, and your fellows might put you behind bars. You have to know someones rights, and not violate them." SIGH. BORING. "It's not as glamorous as on television shows, and it's a lot of walking."
But the walked was the best part, girls! “And learning to sleep standing up and in the rain,” Vimes added cheerfully.
"Or just not sleep at all," Emma replied, wincing at the idea of what that would do to her hair and skin. "Some of us are good at that sort of thing. The rest of us? Can label evidence under the watchful eye of the Troopers and Sheriff Vimes."
[OOC: OCD up!]