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ladynorbertTitle: Confetti
Game: Brutality
Characters: Paul Rosengard and Jonathan Colby
Prompt: "If I didn't know better, I'd swear they're out to get me."
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shining_phoenix, who owns Paul. Reference is made to "Mas," meaning my character Sarah Masterson, and to her magical ability to make decent break room coffee.
"You're imagining things," Jon insisted.
"I'm telling you, Jon, something weird's going on around here! If I didn't know better, I'd swear they're out to get me!"
Jon chuckled. Paul had been regaling him with accounts of recent strange activity at the police precinct. A whoopee cushion on his chair, strange notes stuck to his computer screen, a rubber lizard in his coffee cup -- it went on and on.
"You think I'm paranoid?"
"Well, if the stuff is actually happening, it'd be hard to call you paranoid."
"But you don't think anyone's actually out to get me."
"If they were, wouldn't it have been a real lizard?"
"Hm. I guess." Paul didn't look convinced.
"Tell you what," Jon said. "Let's go up to the break room, and have some coffee in two nice, clean cups." Conspiratorially, he added, "I heard Mas was making a fresh pot."
His partner perked up. "We'd better hurry before that rumor spreads too far, or we won't get any."
"Yeah, we'd better." They left their desks and made their way to the third floor, where the officers usually clustered to try and decompress from the stress of their jobs. Paul opened the door and...
"SURPRISE!"
A bucked of confetti, carefully balanced on the top of the doorframe, spilled down, covering him from head to toe in multicolored scraps of paper. Shocked, he glanced around at the assemblage, mouth opening and closing like a bewildered goldfish.
Jon chuckled, and brushed some of the confetti off of Paul's shoulder. "Happy birthday, partner."
Game: Brutality
Characters: Paul Rosengard and Jonathan Colby
Prompt: "If I didn't know better, I'd swear they're out to get me."
Author's Notes: For
shining_phoenix, who owns Paul. Reference is made to "Mas," meaning my character Sarah Masterson, and to her magical ability to make decent break room coffee."You're imagining things," Jon insisted.
"I'm telling you, Jon, something weird's going on around here! If I didn't know better, I'd swear they're out to get me!"
Jon chuckled. Paul had been regaling him with accounts of recent strange activity at the police precinct. A whoopee cushion on his chair, strange notes stuck to his computer screen, a rubber lizard in his coffee cup -- it went on and on.
"You think I'm paranoid?"
"Well, if the stuff is actually happening, it'd be hard to call you paranoid."
"But you don't think anyone's actually out to get me."
"If they were, wouldn't it have been a real lizard?"
"Hm. I guess." Paul didn't look convinced.
"Tell you what," Jon said. "Let's go up to the break room, and have some coffee in two nice, clean cups." Conspiratorially, he added, "I heard Mas was making a fresh pot."
His partner perked up. "We'd better hurry before that rumor spreads too far, or we won't get any."
"Yeah, we'd better." They left their desks and made their way to the third floor, where the officers usually clustered to try and decompress from the stress of their jobs. Paul opened the door and...
"SURPRISE!"
A bucked of confetti, carefully balanced on the top of the doorframe, spilled down, covering him from head to toe in multicolored scraps of paper. Shocked, he glanced around at the assemblage, mouth opening and closing like a bewildered goldfish.
Jon chuckled, and brushed some of the confetti off of Paul's shoulder. "Happy birthday, partner."
