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Office #26; Friday Morning [09/21].
Sep. 21st, 2018 10:29 amApparently, Rosa had an office.
She'd found the key for it the other day and wondered what the hell it was, and then decided maybe she'd actually go check it out, as weird and confusing as she thought it was. It's not like she was doing anything else, anyway, and she highly doubted there was anything really going on at the station, and, if there was, Kincaid had her number.
Maybe she'd been vaguely hoping there'd be something interesting in there left by the last person who used it, but it looked like there hadn't been anyone using it for a while now. So it just continued to confuse her as she looked around.
"What the hell am I going to do with an office?"
She didn't even use her desk at the station for much more than a place to put her feet. But as she looked around and considered the space, she figured she could always just move the desk against a wall and make it a yoga studio or something. But even then, the best place for that was the evidence room. The shelves there were almost always empty and they were just the right size for her to fit into, just like at the Nine-Nine. It was great. The troopers had yet to find her when she was in there.
But there she was, anyway. In...her office.
"What the hell am I going to do with an office?"
Apparently, it beared repeating.
[[it's open! and also: seriously, girl.]]
She'd found the key for it the other day and wondered what the hell it was, and then decided maybe she'd actually go check it out, as weird and confusing as she thought it was. It's not like she was doing anything else, anyway, and she highly doubted there was anything really going on at the station, and, if there was, Kincaid had her number.
Maybe she'd been vaguely hoping there'd be something interesting in there left by the last person who used it, but it looked like there hadn't been anyone using it for a while now. So it just continued to confuse her as she looked around.
"What the hell am I going to do with an office?"
She didn't even use her desk at the station for much more than a place to put her feet. But as she looked around and considered the space, she figured she could always just move the desk against a wall and make it a yoga studio or something. But even then, the best place for that was the evidence room. The shelves there were almost always empty and they were just the right size for her to fit into, just like at the Nine-Nine. It was great. The troopers had yet to find her when she was in there.
But there she was, anyway. In...her office.
"What the hell am I going to do with an office?"
Apparently, it beared repeating.
[[it's open! and also: seriously, girl.]]
