"Explain ( Read more... )

A week later and Vic had either finished or shredded/recycled the pile of paperwork that had piled up on her desk the last month. And as much as she wanted to take revenge on Ralph, Vic was forced to deal with phone calls from the previous weekend's weirdness ( Read more... )

The cook and the dishwasher were both only wearing aprons when Eliot came into work, today.

"You guys realize that we got all the clothes back this morning, right?" he asked.

"You're in here naked all the time," said the dishwasher. "And covered in meat."

"That was one time," Eliot said. "And I'd literally just turned back human after being a ( Read more... )

The problem with being stuck in suspended animation/peanut brittle for several months ( Read more... )

Ahhhh. December in Fandom!

"Look, lady. I don't give a shit about how weird it is. It's a plate of fucking cookies. Just eat them and stop calling us!"

Where the station gets weird calls and Vic fails at having any kind of patience.

It's not even Thanksgiving yet and already Vic was fielding calls from the public ( Read more... )

"When the hell you guys gonna take these skeletons down?" Eliot asked as he came into the diner for the day.

"¡Ah, señor!" The dishwasher started, only to cut himself off when Eliot raised his hand.

"You're central Asian, man. And your accent's terrible. These are clearly Halloween skeletons, not Día de Muertos, and unless you're plannin' to ( Read more... )

"How the fuck did I end up on the night shift ( Read more... )

For whatever reason, Vic was feeling antsy hanging out in the office today. So she threw all her paperwork into a back and had commandeered a corner of the coffee shop to finish it. The staff wasn't too happy about it but Vic really didn't give a crap ( Read more... )

Today was your typical day at the station with the typical residents calling in to complain about nothing in particular ( Read more... )