That tea wore off everyone days ago.

...

So how come I still can't stop thinking about her?

...Well. That was interesting. But at least it wasn't Ray this time.  How come every time this happens, I never get to be on top?

( Filtered to Une, hackable )

 ...My computer.

........RAY.

Honestly! Are you really that desperate for my attention? There are other ways of getting it, you know. 

((Noir caught wind of Sol's 'adventures' on vacation and took the liberty of decorating his desktop, among other things, with gay porn. XD))

Well. Vacation...did not go exactly how I expected it to. 

I feel compelled to remind everyone that I'm not gay. Despite any and all evidence to the contrary.

So...anything interesting happen while I was gone?

 The wall-punching girl has been apprehended.

There aren't any rowdy tourists or wayward travelers.

No one is fighting in the streets, blowing up buildings, or turning into random things.

Can it be? Can I finally take my vacation?

...Who the hell am I asking? I'm the boss around here! Or one of them, at least. Bee! Road trip!

Well. It seems I owe an apology to the entire female population of Flamingo Heights.

...And several of the men as well.

What the fuck, yo? L'il cracka be pushin' me in the pool... you best back the hell up, this my vacation, I ain't tryin' to get no swimmin' lessons!

...Damn, there some mad fly bitches up in here. Fuck vacation, it's time to put business before pleasure.

((Spring of Drowned Pimp: quite possibly the worst thing I've ever roleplayed, and I am deeply sorry. ^^;;;;))

Bee? What's going on? Who's this purple guy? And where's Scorponok?

Edit: Oh for the love of...hasn't this city had enough explosions?

7 July, 2008

Dear Journal,

Damn these flashy theives...I swear, they're worse than Noir. Noir at least isn't quite so blatant about seeking attention. It was bad enough that the Walmart exploded on my day off...can't I take a break in peace?

I think I need a vacation.

2 July, 2008

Dear Journal,

Ugh, what a week. Those tourists really made a mess of things. I don't think we've gotten that many calls in all the time I've worked here. Kidnapping people? Locking them in closets? Writing on my face? I don't know what things are like where they come from, but it's not going to fly around here. Thank goodness they're gone. I could use a day off. Isn't Friday some sort of American holiday?

So now it's back to the usual soap opera around here. A girl I've not seen around before dropped by to visit Une today. Call me crazy, but she bears a pretty strong resemblance to Zechs's...erm, fiance? I swear, I can't keep track of how these people know each other. And of course Zechs and Une would just tell me it was none of my business if I asked. Typical...

Hmm. I should probably stop Scorponok from digging in the parking lot before he buries someone's car. I'm surprised no one else has yet.

21 June, 2008

Dear Journal,
 
Zechs and his boyfriend are engaged? Is that even legal? I guess that explains why Une has been so out of it lately. I'm already bracing myself for another string of absences, now that they've gone and announced it. 

Scorponok seems to be doing well, now that he's back to being a robot. He doesn't get in the way much, surprisingly, and hasn't dug up anything that he shouldn't. I guess he's pretty low-maintenance now that Bee and Taiitsu can communicate with him and figure out what he wants. The idea of a giant robotic scorpion running around still scares the hell out of me, though. 

Work's been dull, except for that indecent exposure call the other night. Never found the streaker, but I did find a couple sets of clothes lying on the ground around town. I wonder if they're connected...

((Sol actually made an attempt to put some security on this next part, but did a pretty half-assed job on it because he's Sol and he fails at computers.))

I'm 29 tomorrow. If Ray finds out it's my birthday, I'll never hear the end of it.

 1 June, 2008

Dear Journal,

I've had it up to here with whatever's going on in this department. Une takes off for two weeks without any explanation, leaving me with all her paperwork, then pops up out of the blue and tells me to suspend Zechs's handcuff privileges...then I have to go to her apartment and get her out of a situation which I am not going to get into here partially because it disturbs me and partially because she threatened to shoot me if I did. There is definitely something going on between the two of them, but neither of them will tell me what. Not to mention that Zechs's boyfriend and Une's kid have been hanging around more often - and the kid gets into everything - and my car is off chasing giant scorpions without me!

What are we running here, a police department or a circus?!

 13 May, 2008

Dear Journal,

I wonder what's going on with Une. First she takes off with the kid and leaves me with all her paperwork, and then she doesn't show up to work today...

God help me, I'm actually a little worried about her.

 ...Did I just see a giant ant being chased by a blue dragon?

What the hell is this place?

((FYI, Solomon's regressed to pre-manga form. He's roughly 18, his sister is still alive, and...he hasn't met Noir yet. *cackles*))

 6 April, 2008

Dear Journal,

Looks like the unmarked police cruiser I requested is here. The color's a little loud, but it looks like a pretty nice ride. Not that I know enough about cars to judge. Maybe I'll take it when I go to re-take the road test tomorrow. 

Hopefully the penguins will be gone by then.

1 April, 2008

Dear Journal,

 ...I failed my road test. 

It wasn't even my fault! Llamas in the road? How on earth do they expect you to anticipate something like that? I really should have known better than to schedule it for today...I suspect what I nearly ran over was someone's poor excuse for a prank.

*sigh* Back to the drawing board.

...Oh, and Ray? The 'kick me' sign? Juvenile and cliched. And not funny.

26 March, 2008

Dear Journal, 

...Well. This is interesting. At least I get to run the place without Une staring over my shoulder for awhile.

I think I look younger as a woman, too.

 Well, this isn't so bad, I guess...

I'm still a little miffed about all this, but my new co-chief is all right. And things do seem a little more organized around the station. I just wish someone had thought to tell me.

Speaking of the station, we had a guy come in the other day and try to turn himself in for two counts of attempted murder. With a katana, of all things. *sigh* I should have known this job wouldn't be easy...

 14 March, 2008

Dear Journal,

The new police force is coming together nicely, despite the...diversity of our recruits. Fortunately the town seems to be pretty quiet right now, save for a few pickpocketing complaints, which gives us some extra time to get settled, get our equipment in order, do training...etc.

...I'll probably have to learn how to drive the car as well.

4 March, 2008

Dear Journal, 

Recent events have made me realize how deperately this town is in need of some form of law enforcement...and since we seem to have magically acquired a police station, I think it's time I dusted off my badge.

...No uniform, though. I look like such a loser in those things. 

Don't worry, Ray. I'll go easy on you as long as you don't do anything too crazy.