Vic had been spending most of her time the last few weeks doing her best to avoid the oddness of the island ( Read more... )

The day seemed nice to Vic, so she dumped all her paperwork on Ralph's desk and announced that she was going on patrol. Which apparently involved getting a sandwich and throwing the occasional piece of bread crust to the ducks.

Hey. Those ducks looked really suspicious. Good thing a cop was around to keep them in line.

With the new semester and new people on island, and also a holiday that just so happened to fall on Kitty's shift, those were as good excuses as any for a party. Plus they got to do so with margaritas and nachos, and who didn't like margaritas and nachos ( Read more... )

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATESPromptly at 8:00, the zombie band started playing music and the bassist lurched forward to do an interpretive dance explaining the rules of the dates. It wasn't long before Tino was pushing Johnny on stage while holding cue cards ( Read more... )

After spending most of the week handwavily cooped up in the station, Vic needed a significant break from dealing with Ralph and the nutballs calling in to complain about... well everything.

So she was getting coffee. Some might say getting caffeinated wasn't going to help her feel less wound up but screw it. She needed a break.

Something about the cold weather brought to mind Vic's previous job in Wyoming. Of course this being Fandom it meant less murders but more paperwork and general weirdness happening all the time ( Read more... )

After a month of avoiding phone calls from crazed citizens who can't handle the yuletide weirdness that Fandom provides, Vic was enjoying the quiet lull currently going on at the island ( Read more... )

If anyone asks, Vic is hard at work. Patrolling the coffee shop for attacks with pumpkin spices.

Which is her excuse for blowing off paperwork at the station and people watching while she drank coffee.

Plain coffee. Black. Thank you.

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All the baggage was gone. Except for a small satchel that Ralph had tried to sneak onto Vic's desk which had "Being Mean to Ralph" written on it.

Vic saw smirked and threw it in the trash before getting back to her pile of paperwork.

"Nice try, Ralph."

The Trooper station was still getting complaints about the weekend. ("Are you female again? Get over it." "No sir, I don't really give a shit that you didn't get to be female") So Vic left Ralph to deal with the phone calls because someone really needed to go on patrol ( Read more... )