Spectacled Spectacle
She laughed and shook her head. They’d all been together long enough that the nicknames were as normal as anything else they did. They were all used to Penelope’s quirkyness, Spencer’s insane knowledge, Morgan’s machismo, and Rossi’s sass. They all had their thing, their niche, and they all welcomed and accepted it. Goddess was one of them. “Your connection to the higher ups? Care to elaborate?” Even if he didn’t - she’d find out. She’d make it her job to find out. No one would get close to her team if she didn’t know every single thing about them ever. “We get the unconventional cases, it only makes sense that our team is unconventional. It’s the only way we’ll ever get things done.”
Shifting in her seat, she watched him pull out the recorder, a brow perking as her head quirked. She waited until he finished and offered what she figured was his explanation before laughing, “And who, is Dianne?” Please don’t be crazy, she thought. Please don’t be crazy. They had enough crazy on their hands, both in the team and on the outside.
"Oh, Dianne is my tape recorder! Or rather, a simple way to start me memos. I promise you, miss Penelope, I'm not a whacko. Dianne is both real and imaginary. As long as she exists in my mind, she is real, but she does not exist within other minds, so she is imaginary." There was a short pause and then a dismissive chuckle and shrug combination.
"Forgive me, I was a philosophy major in college...As for my connections with the higher ups, I'm simply friends with Chief Gordon Cole. He's stationed up in Oregon, but holds a very important position. He and I go way back, and I'm sure he'd be willing to help us out with any red tape that gets in our way."
