police station field trip [open?]

[gunpowderreason]

Who: Officers and the people who love them/bug them
What: Space Police have hard jobs when people are constantly distracting them
When: Now I guess
Where: POLICE STATION
Warnings: Renge. Anyone around the office--for work or for play or just visiting, I don't care--can tag and do whatever.

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[youresoshort]

(There may be some deep breathing over at Roy's desk. ALL OF THIS PAPER IS QUITE TIRING, YOU KNOW)

[gunpowderreason]

[yeah guess who isn't in the mood to deal with that shit. TWO GUESSES I'LL GIVE YOU A HINT IT'S HAWKEYE]

[she slaps a stack of thick folders down loudly on the desk right by his ear.]

1/3

[youresoshort]

(LOUD NOISE OH GOD)

[youresoshort]

[best_papa_evar]

[Hellooooo~♪ It's Hughes here with your coffee, you gaiz! He's walking over from a handcuffed alien who is slumped half-dead in a chair, and it appears Hughes is putting a picture back into his breast pocket.

I think the alien is saying something long the lines of 'please... no more pictures... I won't shoplift ever again, just no more pictures...!'. Did he just sob? I think he did.

ANYWAY--COFFEE TIME!!]

How's it going, everyone~!

[youresoshort]

(I know that plea too well, as it constantly goes through my head whenever you show up...

SIGH.)

...Hughes.

[best_papa_evar]

[Funny, I know that look you're making. All. Too. Well.

THUMBS UP!]

You want some coffee?

[youresoshort]

(And yet you don't seem to ever get the hint.)

I suppose it couldn't hurt.

[doyuulikeme]

[He was just following a strange... frog-looking creature and now he finds himself here. Under a desk. All these moving limbs and tall people make it hard for him to get out.]

[gunpowderreason]

[ONLY NOTICES THIS while she is out in the main area delivering finished reports.]

What are you doing under there?

[doyuulikeme]

[Pokes his head out and smiles, embarrassed. In his hands he holds the frog... thing.] I think I got trapped...

[gunpowderreason]

You could get hurt if you stay there. Come on out. How did you get stuck?

[gunpowderreason]

[WORKING INHUMANLY HARD...]

[gunpowderreason]

[LOOKS UP oh shit it's the creepy guy I accidentally got involved with. HELLO MR. ASSASSIN.]

Apparently I am now legally required to take one once a day.

[justforadrink]

[ yes, he's still hating his life over the irony of this coffee and donuts job. let's just say someone asked him for refills, and he can be seen frowning deeply at all the chaos while carrying two mugs of coffee to whoever may have asked. (this crap never happened back at his precinct. but he can't fault mustang or hawkeye, with all of these crazies running around. he'll just fault adachi instead.) ]

[gunpowderreason]

[you can totally fault mustang I am so okay with that. So in this log alone I've had a conversation with a crazy assassin and a little boy who doesn't know what a dog is, and also terrified two grown men into almost pissing themselves. Congratulations, Mr. Dojima, you look like a nice break in the chaos.]

Pardon...have you seen Mr. Adachi?

[justforadrink]

[ he stops with the mugs in his hands and frowns. is adachi in trouble already? ]

I haven't, actually. What'd he do this time?

[gunpowderreason]

[can't comment on this reaction, she would have the same]

Nothing, which is somewhat the problem. He left forty-five minutes ago and has not returned.