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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Oct 29, 2019 14:15:15 GMT -5
Looking over his desk, TJ nodded in approval, he had picked out a good amount of stuff to keep with him. A tiny box full of paper clips, a colorful ball of rubber bands, a tiny dinosaur toy - listen it was childish sure but this dinosaur had been with him every step of the way, he wasn’t about to exclude Sandwich now - and some other random little knickknacks he had left in different places around his desk.
Smiling contently to himself, TJ reached forward to grab the rubber band ball, grabbing a purple rubber band from the top and stretching it out, playing it like a guitar string as he spun around in his chair to get a look out for the other detectives. His desk was next to someone named “Norman Walters” however he wasn’t here right now, beyond that though the desk across from him belonged to an older looking man with a really long N name that TJ couldn’t quite pronounce, and beyond that there were a couple other desks that he was still trying to figure out who they belonged to.
Gulped back his nerves, TJ opened his mouth in an attempt to start up a conversation, however that’s when the elevator to the fourth floor opened and out came two more people, a girl and a boy and the girl was very heavily pregnant.
Now, TJ hadn’t seen pregnant women very often, so despite the abnormal looking bulge, he had nothing to say for certain that she wasn’t actually pregnant. So he decided to do the polite thing and offered the woman a smile. ”Congratulations!” he blurted out quickly and far too loudly to not get some sort of attention on him.
Realizing he shouldn’t just leave it at that, TJ tightened his smile, fidgeting with the rubber bands. ”I’m TJ, by the way, or Detective Kaminski if this isn’t the type of precinct that goes by first names, I’m uh, I’m the new guy,” he introduced quickly, glancing around the bullpen for a minute or so, trying to push back his nerves. He had never really been all that great at first introductions so here’s hoping this went better than the last few.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 29, 2019 14:16:06 GMT -5
I will get a reply started sometime soon x)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Oct 29, 2019 14:16:25 GMT -5
(Alright!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 29, 2019 14:17:09 GMT -5
Can I say I love all of the characters so much?)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Oct 29, 2019 14:18:08 GMT -5
(Tortie, Roswell and N are amazing and I love them too, and I’m super excited for Val and Callie, TJ is a disaster though and Hazel needs to stop thinking she’s cool)
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 29, 2019 14:21:11 GMT -5
(Tortie, Roswell and N are horrible excuses of human beings, and I’m super excited for Val and Callie, TJ is a sweet baby boy and Hazel is very cool) ^^^^ agreed |
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Oct 29, 2019 14:21:55 GMT -5
(Tortie, Roswell and N are horrible excuses of human beings, and I’m super excited for Val and Callie, TJ is a sweet baby boy and Hazel is very cool) ^^^^ agreed |
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 29, 2019 14:23:03 GMT -5
i changed nothing
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Oct 29, 2019 14:24:14 GMT -5
Everyone can read the original post, Feather
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 29, 2019 14:24:21 GMT -5
Shhhh neither of you are right they’re all amazing)
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 29, 2019 14:25:10 GMT -5
hush smort
shshshhhh, we all know tortie, n, and ros are bad
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 29, 2019 16:44:27 GMT -5
At N’s words about being normal for once, some laugher could be heard from one side of the bullpen.
“Yeah, right, like it’s ever normal here,”
The words carried a hint of a Texan accent, as a woman with dyed platinum blonde hair strolled over to where everything was happening. She fixed her blue eyes on TJ, peering at him through her glasses as he introduced himself and congratulated Tortie on her rather obviously fake pregnancy.
“Well, Detective Kaminski, that’s my desk you’re sitting at,” the woman lied “and I sure hope you know where my stuff is because it should be there too.”
It wasn’t her best office prank. That probably went to when she gradually moved all the desks in the room to the left over the course of a month, driving her colleagues to distraction as they tried to figure out what was different. Or maybe when she plugged a wireless mouse into N’s computer and convinced him it was broken. But this one didn’t need to be good. This guy was nervous and desperate to make a good impression, he’d believe anything. Besides she didn’t want to do anything mean on his first day.
Callie was confident and outgoing, loving chaos and pranks and fun. Snarky, sometimes kind of morally ambiguous, a little arrogant, very sassy. She hated paperwork but loved taking down bad guys. She was actually surprisingly quite wise, giving good advice and being much more intelligent than she acted. She was also much more caring towards the team than she let on. Still, she loved messing with them.
But as if it was perfectly timed to spoil her fun, the elevator doors had opened and another woman had strode into the bullpen, dressed mostly in dark colours, with black hair and dark brown eyes. She’d caught the blonde woman’s words and could see the scene in front of her and so she headed over with a roll of her eyes.
“Don’t get up, new guy, that’s the right desk.” she said firmly
She then fixed her gaze on Tortie, raising an eyebrow
“Congratulations on your weird alien baby that you weren’t pregnant with yesterday, Tortie,” she smirked
And that was when she turned to once again look at TJ, looking him up and down for a moment.
“I’m Val, or Detective Ruiz, if you prefer. The blonde is Detective Dawson, or Callie-“
“-the human form of the 100 emoji.” Callie interrupted “and you’re such a spoilsport, Ruiz,”
With those words, Callie headed to sit at her actual desk, one of the few that had been unoccupied previously and which sat relatively close to where TJ sat. Val just ignored the blonde’s words and her exit completely, having expected what was clearly an everyday occurrence.
“Welcome to the 99,” Val said with a nod
Her words of greeting done, she too decided to go and get to work. Her desk was close both to where TJ sat and where Callie sat; despite her proximity to Callie she still somehow managed to get plenty of work done. It took only a few seconds for her to log onto the computer and grab a case file from the already waiting pile on her desk.
Val was a good detective; she did her work, and she did it well. She just wasn’t as good at the whole team bonding thing as the rest of them. She was friendly with them, and they liked her and enjoyed spending time with her, she was just not easy to read. She didn’t say a whole lot about herself; her colleagues didn’t even know what Val was short for, and regularly made a game of trying to guess. She wouldn’t tell them even if they guessed right. She could be a little hotheaded, too, but she was always fair. And she looked out for the other detectives when it came down to it, and was way more protective of them than it seemed.
So she was intrigued to see what this new detective would bring.
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 29, 2019 18:29:16 GMT -5
Instead of goofing around and being as dramatic about this as she was, Tortie should be off doing her job. She probably needed to check in with Hazel to see if there was anything that needed to be done, especially with the new guy having been transferred over and this being his first day. There was probably a lot of paperwork and no telling what that went into something like this, and if she was a good assistant she would be at Hazel’s side right now trying to help with everything, but Tortie wasn’t and she was too busy worrying about herself and her “baby”.
A happy grin plastered itself over her face when the new detective introduced himself. ”I’m Tortie, Captain Wynn’s assistant.”
”More like her nuisance,” Roswell breathed as he made his way over to his own desk. ”Detective Cuni,” he then added, shooting a warm glance over to the new guy that also read as a little apologetic. ”You can just call me Roswell.”
Tortie had it in her to use a hand and shoot her cousin the bird when instead she took a breath, calmed herself, and focused her attention on Detective Kaminski, or rather, TJ. Rather than give Roswell a rude gesture she stuck a hand out that immediately turned into a finger gun as a sly smirk pulled at her lips and she gave a little ’click, click’ with her tongue. ”Thanks for the congratulations. Just so you know,” she leaned in a bit closer to TJ, voice lowering, ”the baby’s in the market for a second parent, so if you’re interested in that, hit me up.” She ended the comment with a wink before turning her attention over to Callie and Val, giving a huff of what had to be mock annoyance, or maybe not quite mock, but it wasn’t full on annoyance. Anyway.
She turned her two toned gaze on the others around. ”Don’t let me hear you call my baby a weird alien again, I worked hard on this little dude.” Her words weren’t meant to be taken as snappish or rude, just sort of a “I can’t believe you would do that” comment toward her coworker. ”I won’t let him be bullied in utero. Anyway, you’re still invited to the shower. You have to bring snacks or I’m kicking you out.” She gave Val a pointed glare before turning away. What did she have to do to get a genuine congratulations for her pregnancy in this place? It was like everybody was against her except for the new guy. Just because her baby had conveniently grown overnight didn’t mean he didn’t deserve just as much love and acceptance as the next baby. She loved everybody here that she worked with, and she wouldn’t change anything about her job for any other offer in the world, but she just wanted a little bit of acceptance for her condition. It wasn’t easy being an expectant mother who was just looking for love and support from her best friends and coworkers.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Oct 29, 2019 22:28:16 GMT -5
Just as he had settled into his chair - which wasn’t that comfortable, it was a little wobbly and definitely uneven but it still worked and that’s all that mattered - he was very quickly thrown out of the small amount of comfort he had found himself in by the voice of a woman walking over to him.
TJ’s eyes widened slightly as he looked from his chair to his desk and then back to the woman - Callie - for a good minute, stammering as he tried to figure out what to do. ”Oh, sorry, I can just take my sish- that’s TJlang for stuff...you know what? Doesn’t matter, I’ll just take it and m-“ before his rambling could continue, another woman approached, she was equally as intimidating as Callie but if TJ was being honest here, everyone so far was extremely intimidating in their own unique ways, but at least Val cleared some stuff up.
TJ passed for a second, looking over at Callie and then back at Val. ”Oh! Ha, I get it, you were pranking the new guy, right? Right?” He asked, gesturing from Callie to himself a few times, laughing a little. ”Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, I love pranks, pranks are awesome, haha, pranks, those are fun, aren’t they? They’re practically my family, just me and a whole lotta pranks...” Okay TJ, tone it down a bit, you’re making a fool of yourself.
Looking away from the other detectives, TJ stared down at his desk, tapping his fingers across the surface of it slowly, hitching a breath.
Luckily, before he could think too much about it, the first woman - the pregnant one - had spoken back up and TJ was forced to look back at her, a droplet of sweat rolling down the side of his forehead as he tried to process what was happening. ”...Second parent?” He asked, voice soft and quiet, barely above a squeak. Was he getting hit on by a pregnant lady? - or not pregnant, honestly TJ couldn’t keep up - this had...never happened before.
Right then, Captain Wynn opened her door to her office, looking over the array of goofing off detectives. ”Tortie, my office, now,” she ordered, pausing for a moment or so before she continued, pointing down towards her bulging belly. ”Bring the rabbit.”
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 29, 2019 23:04:30 GMT -5
Before Tortie could go on and do something else just as stupid as her attempt at flirting, or whatever that was that she had done to poor TJ, there was another voice that cane in alongside the others. Already the young woman knew who it was, and she turned her split colored eyes over toward N, his usually done expression plastered on his face as he met Tortie’s gaze. ”What have I told you about harassing people?”
Tortie drew out a long sigh as she rolled her eyes. ”Not to do it before noon,” she muttered in response.
”I said not to do it at all and that nobody wants to deal with any of your shenanigans before noon.”
Tortie couldn't get a word in otherwise, and she had a lot of words she could have said to the older detective, before he turned his attention over to TJ. ”See what we have to deal with? I’m Detective Naalnish, but everybody just calls me N, makes life easier.” Honestly it seemed like one of the only things everybody in 99 could agree on was that N’s names, especially his first, were just too much to even try to say.
Just then the unmistakable voice of Hazel cut through everything else, and the moment the captain said Tortie’s name the young woman turned, eyes growing wide with an act of innocence. ”Rabbit? Wha-“ An idea came to her before she finished her sentence. She recalled there being an open water bottle sitting on Roswell’s desk, and with a quick turn and a hit of her hand against the bottle it was soon in the floor with water spilling out like a flooded river. ”Guys, my water, I think it just broke! I can,” she maneuvered herself in such a way that she was slowly getting down on her knees, cradling the bulge of her stomach as if she were in terrible pain, ”I can feel the baby coming, nobody told me this would hurt.” With that she let out a dramatic groan, falling to her side in the floor. ”Get the ambulance, I don’t want to give birth in the office.” Tortie squirmed around like a helpless worm for a good thirty seconds, stopping only when she pulled her shirt all the way up, revealing a sandy colored Flemish Giant rabbit as it rolled out into the open, nose twitching wildly and eyes bulging from the traumatic experience it had just gone through.
Tortie let out another groan, this one softer than the first. She feebly reached out to pet the large rabbit. ”My baby… Somebody help me, I need to know if I have a son or daughter, but I’m so...so tired...can’t do it...myself...”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Oct 30, 2019 1:46:52 GMT -5
As Hazel watched her assistant dramatically “give birth” to a giant rabbit, she inhaled, holding her breath for a few moments before releasing it slowly. Now there was water on the floor, a giant rabbit, and Tortie lying on the ground in the midst of it all. Honestly Hazel suspected the cause of this was lack of attention as a child, which now had to be made up for in the most outlandish ways possible, either that or she had hired a lunatic but either way, she really did need to get Tortie into her office, she couldn’t very well talk to her like this.
However before she could tell her assistant to get off the ground, clean up that mess and bring her newly born rabbit child into her office, Kaminski had already beaten her to it...sort of.
Getting off of his chair, the precinct’s newest detective squatted on the next to Tortie, clearly nervous but willing enough to play along with this entire hair brained scheme as he grabbed the rabbit and lifted it up. ”Don’t uh, don’t worry, we can figure this out, I got you-“ he reassured, lifting the rabbit high enough to get a very good look at its butt. ”So uhm...where are the...where do you find, find the...you know, the uh,” TJ paused, face glowing red in color as he looked around the bullpen as quickly as possibly, lowering his voice to continue in a hushed whisper, clearly finding what he was about to say extremely scandalous. ”The parts?” He hissed out quietly, once again looking around in hopes of one of his fellow detectives offering him a hand in his attempt to reveal the gender of the rabbit.
However he must’ve decided against it last minute because with a casual shrug he had gone back to looking on his own. ”Ah never mind, I’ll find it on my own, can’t be that hard I mean, it is a mammal...” He trailed off, brow furrowing in deep thought for a few moments before he looked back to Tortie, offering her a smile. ”Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” he promised and for some reason seemed to feel now was the right time to give Tortie finger guns...which naturally failed terribly as he ended up forgetting he was currently holding a rabbit, causing the poor creature to fall into his lap and kick him straight in the pants.
Kaminski’s face lit up in pain as he let out a muffled groan and slid to the floor in pain, curled up in a ball as he gently rocked back and forth.
Unfortunately for him, the floor was still very much wet from all that water Tortie had spilled and he soon slid further away from the others in a soggy, painful lump on the floor, the giant rabbit calmly eating off the edge of his pants.
Hazel sighed and turned her attention away from her newest detective to face Tortie instead. ”Like I said, my office, now,” she ordered, turning back towards her office only to pause for a moment before looking back to the others. ”N, Callie, Val, Roswell, would one of you please help Officer Kaminski off the floor?” She inquired curtly before closing the door to her office behind her.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 30, 2019 1:53:49 GMT -5
Yay I’m awake and working on a reply)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Oct 30, 2019 1:55:42 GMT -5
(Yessss, I’m ready for replies)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 30, 2019 2:18:57 GMT -5
Val had watched the ensuing chaos with a strange mix of exasperation and amusement. She wasn’t going to be getting any work done, obviously, so she might as well just watch what was happening. The 99 was a lot of fun, far more fun than a normal office job (which Val has worked very hard to avoid) and so she liked to appreciate that sometimes.
But when the rabbit kicked TJ, she did feel a bit bad for him. That was really going to hurt him, and while she was definitely normally the type to laugh at people’s pain, it was his first day and she kind of felt like he’d been through enough already. The five minutes he’d been in the office so far had honestly just been painful to watch, to be honest. He needed some time to get his confidence, she supposed, but this definitely wasn’t helping.
Then Hazel asked that somebody help to get him off the floor. Ruiz cast her eye over to Callie first, to see if she was likely to help. That didn’t seem likely, since she was too busy laughing so hard that it seemed she was moments away from joining TJ on the floor.
She glanced over at N and Roswell too, but eventually just decided it should probably be her to help him. So Val rose from her seat and headed over to where Kaminski was lying, still clearly in pain, and offered him her hand.
“Not a great start to your first day, huh?” she asked as she helped him stand
She got him to his seat and then considered what she should do next. He really needed something for the pain, didn’t he?
“I can get something frozen from the fridge to help, if you want,” she said with a shrug “or some painkillers”
They might not have had any frozen peas or anything, but she might have been able to find something similar that might have helped.
“If he puts my ice cream on there I will jump out that window,” Callie interjected from where she was sitting, pointing to illustrate which window she meant.
Val was being way nicer than she usually was, but she felt bad for this guy, after all. It was his first day and he was already dealing with the full chaos of the team.
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 30, 2019 15:59:27 GMT -5
For a good while longer Tortie simply lay there in the floor. She had to come off as exhausted and drained - she had just given birth without any medical assistance after all. But she had to have just enough energy to play the part of an excited new mother that just wanted to cuddle her newborn baby and figure out if it was a boy or girl so she could then appropriately name said child.
When she noticed TJ coming over and squatting down beside her, she gave him a warm smile and reached out to thankfully pat him on the arm. ”You’re an amazing potential dad to this baby,” she breathed. She kept her two-toned gaze on TJ, watching as he struggled to find out whether or not the rabbit was a boy or girl. She was about to offer her own expertise on sexing rabbits when everything about this situation just got worse.
Before Tortie knew it her son or daughter had dropkicked TJ right where it hurt the most - which was unfortunate, if he became her spawn’s father he may not be able to help Tortie achieve her goal of, like, twenty-four more kids and bringing said kids onto an isolated cruise for the rest of their lives. Maybe she could find a surrogate to get the job done, TJ could still be their dad even if not biologically.
The young woman could no longer avoid her fate of heading into Captain Wynn’s office. But not one to give up her dramatics so easily she let out a whine. ”You’re making a woman that just gave birth go all the way across the room? How heartless, cruel, do you even have a soul?” Tortie slowly got up to her knees and started crawling toward Hazel’s office. As soon as she got there she reached up with an arm, opened the door just enough for her to crawl inside where she then promptly collapsed onto the ground like a sack of flour. ”I’m dying because of this. I’m coming back as the 99 ghost, and I’m making your office my paranormal hotspot,” she warned with a grumble against the floor.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Oct 31, 2019 13:12:33 GMT -5
(Sorry guys, yesterday wasn’t great for me but I’ll definitely get replies up sometime today)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 31, 2019 13:13:21 GMT -5
No worries! There’s no rush at all)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 1, 2019 14:36:48 GMT -5
Why did the universe hate him? What had he done to turn the mysterious force of the universe and everything in it against him? Whatever he had done, he had surely ticked off the universe to deserve this on his first day. This was definitely the second worst first impression he had ever given to a new precinct, all he could do was curl up into a ball and accept his fate as the rabbit continued to gnaw at his pants.
Grunting through the pain, TJ looked up as one of the detectives approached him. He was pretty sure this one was Ruiz, but honestly the introductions had happened so fast and then everything else on top of it as well, so he could be way off. Deciding not to risk it, he just smiled up at her, trying to ignore how his eyes stung from liquid threatening to break through, however that was something he was determined not to let happen. He was not going to be known as the guy that cried on his first day, not again.
”Ah, whaaaat? Today’s been great,” He lied with a nervous chuckle, accepting her hand as he slowly stood up on shaky legs, trying very hard not to step on the rabbit that was next to him as he did so.
Once he was standing, he looked around, dusting off his hands slightly. ”I love getting kicked in the nuts by rabbits, it’s...uh, it gets my adrenaline all pumped up,” as if to sell his point home, TJ threw some mock punches into the air, chuckling to himself as he looked down.
Oh who was he kidding, everyone knew that no one enjoyed that, why was he pretending?
Sighing slightly, TJ collapsed into the chair that belonged to the desk next to his. ”Okay that’s a lie, that was excruciating, please don’t hold it against me though, I promise I can be really cool once you get to know me,” he promised, offering a lopsided, strained smile to detective Ruiz, only pausing for a moment once he realized that could’ve definitely come across as self absorbed. ”I mean, I’m not super cool or anything, I’m just...averagely cool, yeah...”
Okay TJ you are not helping your case at all.
Gently clapping his hands against his lap, TJ stared at the ground for a moment before leaning back in the chair and nodding to Ruiz. ”An ice pack would be nice,” he admitted quietly, avoiding eye contact with her.
Today was going great.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 1, 2019 14:51:50 GMT -5
By the time Tortie had finally crawled into her office, Hazel had already sat down at her desk and started going through some files sprawled out in front of her.
At the sound of the door opening, Hazel barely raised her brow to look over at Tortie, rolling her eyes slightly. ”Gingers don’t have souls, Tortie, you should know this by now,” Hazel replied dryly. In truth her hair color was more of a reddish brown with a few graying hairs thrown into the mix, but she still counted it. ”Besides, an office ghost would really spice this place up,” she continued without missing a beat. Tortie had been her assistant for a couple years now, Hazel was used to her shenanigans and would even help her sometimes, especially when Hazel was in the mood to be a bit of a rascal. ”Also you left your rabbit child outside to eat out newest detective’s wet pants, I think you’re already losing parent points here, Tortie,” Hazel remarked, gesturing vaguely out her window towards the desks.
Now while Hazel would typically love to continue on and give Tortie dry remark after remark, she had called her eccentric assistant in here for a reason.
”Now can you quit the act and get up off my floor? It’s filthy down there, all floors are disgusting,” Hazel told her, pointing her head narrowly down at the ground as she put the files to the side. ”Besides, I need your help with something important.” That should hopefully get Tortie’s attention, plus for what Hazel had planned, she couldn’t help but think that Tortie would be a great fit.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 1, 2019 15:19:17 GMT -5
Still in the floor Tortie lifted her head up to look at Hazel, eyes narrowing in an accusing manner. ”You’re no more a ginger than a girl cardinal,” she huffed. ”Have you seen a girl cardinal before? Total let down, apparently they’re all brown and boring. At least you’ve got some gray going on for you, though, like some kind of sexy grandpa, but not really. You’re more like a sexy grandma. If you ever want to be some lonely kid’s sugar momma let me know, I’ll hook you right up.” That was probably something she shouldn’t be telling to her boss at all, but nothing was going to stop her from saying what was on her mind...which was a bad thing considering she really needed to be stopped.
Tortie was about to add something to the office ghost conversation when Hazel brought up her abandoning her firstborn child. She pushed herself up into a sitting position in the floor, an act of shock crossing her features. She placed a hand on her chest and let out a sharp breath of air as if disgusted by what Hazel was implying. ”My child came out of the womb ready to eat whatever he wants to eat. He’s independent and strong, just like his mother. And,” Tortie pointed a finger toward the captain, ”he could be doing us all a favor, the new guy could have some solid sex appeal under those pants, and sometimes to get pants off you need your newborn to eat them.”
Rather than go off on some other unneeded tangent, Tortie’s interest was piqued when Hazel mentioned needing help with something important; she pushed herself up off the floor, quickly dusted off her clothes, and looked at Hazel with curiosity and, for once, a sense of serious determination in her eyes. ”I’m all ears,” she replied.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 1, 2019 15:43:05 GMT -5
A very nervous TJ had immediately started rambling the moment Val had spoken to him? To which she just listened, only raising her eyebrow at his words about being cool.
“Relax, dude,” she commented, “you’re fine.”
She hadn’t exactly thought he was being arrogant, she’d have thought arrogance would be a strange response after being kicked in the nuts.
When he asked for an ice pack, she nodded, heading to the kitchen area and returning a few moments later with an ice pack. It was amazing they even had one, she would have thought someone would have tried to drink the contents or something by this point. Still, she handed the ice pack to TJ and pulled up the chair from her desk so she could talk to him. He seemed to be kind of nervous and while she was aware that she might not make that better, given her reputation for being intimidating, she didn’t see anybody else volunteering to try and help this guy.
“I should warn you that it’s like this every day,” Val admitted “but the team are cool, so don’t worry. They’re all great detectives.”
And she meant that. She wasn’t the type to be mushy and complement the other detectives on anything more than their detective skills, or else just vaguely calling them ‘cool’, but they were actually her friends. At least she considered them her friends.
But she looked at TJ now, trying to figure him out. She wanted to know whether he’d be a good fit for the team, what his personality was like.
“So what made you pick the 99?” Valentina asked
She wanted to find out more about him but she wasn’t going to pry too much into his personal life, not when she’d just met him, anyway. Hell, the other detectives didn’t even know her personal life, really, and they’d worked with her for several years. They didn’t even know her full name.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 1, 2019 16:10:34 GMT -5
”I am a sexy grandma,” Hazel responded instantly, not missing a single beat as she stood up from her desk, moving around it to lean against the side of the desk, looking over at Tortie. ”But I’m also beginning to think you might have to go through our harassment training again,” she continued, giving Tortie a pointed look. She liked Tortie, she really did, she was a fun assistant - albeit a little useless but to be fair, Hazel didn’t really need an assistant, she was perfectly capable of handling everything on her own, but she liked Tortie’s company - however she could be a little...overbearing if allowed to get away with everything she did.
She’d had to get Tortie into harassment training again at some point, but luckily that could also wait for later.
”Now, as for what I need you to do-“ Hazel paused for a moment, walking over to the glass window in her office to look out towards her detectives, eyes lingering on Val talking to TJ at Norman’s desk. ”So you’ve already become aquatinted with our newest member of the 99,” she started, gesturing Tortie over with a wave of her hand. ”He’s pretty nervous though, isn’t he? Kinda jumpy...” Which made sense given the fact that Kaminski had already been in five other precincts before the 99, but that wasn’t information she planned on sharing with everyone else, he could tell them if he wanted. ”I mean, he didn’t even laugh at my pun earlier, and it was a very good one...”
“Wynning team”
Hazel snorted with laughter as she remembered her pun from earlier.
It really was a good one, wasn’t it? Oh she was hilarious.
But anyways.
”I’m thinking we need to do something, the last detective we added to the team was Norman and that was a couple years ago, we should try to make sure Kaminski feels welcomed,” Hazel paused for a moment to send Tortie a knowing, pointed look. Welcomed without overstepping boundaries, Tortie,” she told her before looking back out the window. ”Got any ideas on how we could do that?” Hazel questioned, idly looking out towards her detectives.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 1, 2019 16:21:55 GMT -5
Muttering a quiet “thank you” to Ruiz for the ice pack, TJ gently placed it in between his legs and adjusted his position in his chair until he found something comfortable enough, now feeling a little better, he relaxed in his chair, smiling over at Val. It was nice to know that despite his utter failure of a first impression, it didn’t seem like Ruiz at least was holding it over him so far. Now he couldn’t say the same for everyone else that had seen that whole spectacle, but hey, at the very least there was one person who didn’t seem to care that he had just been easily beaten up by a bunny.
Maybe he should research more about rabbits later on, get to know everything about them so that he wasn’t surprised anymore when he got kicked by one.
”Huh?” TJ questioned, lifting his head when Val asked him a question.
Oh right, the 99.
”Well, my last precinct was uh...not a great fit, so I asked for a list of precincts close by that would be willing to take a new detective and the 99 was the only one,” TJ explained with ease, shrugging slightly. ”Honestly I was just glad there was a precinct that would take me without demoting me again,” he chuckled, looking around at the bullpen. He wasn’t looking for anything or anything like that, eye contact just wasn’t one of his strong suits and it always felt awkward to have to stare at someone while talking.
It’s like, what if it got weird?
It was just better not to look directly at anyone unless he had to.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 1, 2019 17:33:44 GMT -5
She wasn't gonna lie. Hazel was a pretty sexy grandma, or maybe not quite grandma since Tortie wasn't aware of any grandkids that Hazel might have, but either way she was still old enough to be a grandma and that qualified for something. So, yeah, no matter what Hazel was a sexy grandma and at some point Tortie needed to ask her if she wanted to fill out an application to be Tortie's sugar momma. It was a rigorous process but it was to insure that Tortie only got the best old people out there.
At the mention of harassment training Tortie let out a groan reminiscent to what a teenage boy would make when his mother told him to get off those violent video games and do his daily chores. "But that's so boring. Do I really have to?" Granted, out of the thirty-one training sessions she had been through she had been completely drunk for twenty-four of them and didn't pick up a single lick of information, but the ones she had mentally been there for were still more than enough.
But back to the important stuff here - Hazel needed her help with something and by everything that was holy and good in the world Tortie was going to get the job done.
For once she remained silent, listening to what the captain had to say. She nodded along, completely agreeing that the new guy was a bit flighty, perhaps bit too much of a try hard, but Tortie was sure he would come around eventually. He had to. She had high hopes of snagging him as a dad to her newborn son and she wasn't about to give her last name to somebody who would run away at any given inconvenience and not laugh at a Hazel pun. Come on, Hazel puns were great and Tortie made a mental note to pester Hazel about her pun later.
"I've got just the idea!" Tortie gave a bounce of excitement before realization dawned on her. She visibly deflated, letting out a defeated sigh. "Never mind," she muttered. See, her idea had been to have each and every member of the team so far give the new guy a lap dance, but Tortie was pretty sure Hazel would be against that idea, which was a let down considering lap dances always lifted Tortie's spirits.
Anyway.
The young woman stood there for a moment longer, chewing on her lip in thought until finally something else came to her. She gave another little jump, her copper and blue eyes lighting up. "What about a welcoming party? We could figure out what kind of cake he likes or something, maybe some ice cream too." And booze, but she managed to refrain from saying that out loud. "And instead of presents like at a birthday party, we each give him a piece of paper or something that tells him a bit about ourselves and then encourage him to tell us about himself too. We could then maybe tell him some stories about old cases 99 has been on, get him sort of in the know about what we've accomplished as a team and that we want to have those same accomplishments with him in the future." Tortie finished her idea with a wide grin directed at Hazel. She was eager to hear what kind of feedback she would get, and all the more eager to know if Hazel found her idea to be a good one or; for the record her idea was amazing, but Hazel had the final say at the end of the day.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 1, 2019 18:29:14 GMT -5
At Tortie’s complaints about going through the training again, Hazel gave her a look, brow slightly raised. ”Maybe they’d be less boring if you paid attention for once, Tortie, take it seriously and you wont have to do it again,” she reminded the younger girl with a small shake of her head. Honestly, as a police captain, Hazel honestly thought she was pretty lax about things, she let her detectives do a lot of what they wanted to do and tried to stay on good terms with everyone in the precinct, now she wasn’t perfect and she had to pull out the strict captain card a couple times, but over all she liked to consider herself fairly understanding.
But she did want to make sure everyone took their jobs seriously, even Tortie.
Pushing that aside, Hazel turned her attention back to the newest detective outside her office. He looked rather pitiful right now and the rabbit had yet to finish chewing on his clothes - she’d have Tortie do something with the rabbit later - but at least he did seem to calm down a little after all that. Maybe it wouldn’t be too hard to have him chill out a bit - see, she new all the hip words the kids were using nowadays - and be himself.
Listening to Tortie’s idea, Hazel nodded along slowly.
She didn’t say this often, but Tortie could be onto something here: she certainly had an idea worth backing up at least.
Cupping her chin, Hazel let out a thoughtful hum through her nose. ”You know, I think that could actually work, its a good idea,” she complimented Tortie, gesturing slightly over to her. ”I’m putting you and...” Hazel paused, eyes scanning over the officers outside her office.
Roswell and Tortie weren’t always a good mix, they were both good people and worked well together - being cousins and all - but the whole rabbit thing had just happened today, so maybe not him.
Val had her hands full as it was, plus she was kind of intimidating to new people, despite how well she seemed to be doing with TJ right now.
Norman wasn’t even here and if he was, Hazel would not trust him to be in charge of a party, kid had no style.
Hazel’s eyes landed on Callie.
Now, Callie and Tortie were a duo that basically asked for chaos, however they were easily the best party goers here...even still, Hazel wasn’t sure if she trusted the two of them to throw an appropriate welcome party for TJ.
So that left...
”N,” Hazel spoke out loud. ”You and N can be in charge of this, and I’ll help as well of course,” she decided, already walking towards her door as she opened it just enough to stick half her body out and gesture towards N. ”Psst, N, I need you in my office,” she called out to him, gesturing for him to come inside.
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