#getting places

[ginaporterr]

12 DAYS OF RINA ❆ day two: ricky day (insp)

[alberta-sunrise]

So… my two projects got approved yesterday… which is no easy feat when your customer is notoriously difficult to please.

It was a nerve wracking experience as it was my first time doing a gate 0 meeting and to do two in one meeting… well 😪 I may have some greys now!

My boss then sat me down after. Commended me for my hard work and informed me that he’ll be recommending me for a promotion 🙏🏼🙌🏼

[alex-the-woof]

This is for @coiseachd-nighean-marbh. I was just posting your request, saved it to my drafts so I could check how I formatted the title in the first part, and then it disappeared for some reason lmao??? So, I lost the ask, but here's your request for Memory part 2. Sorry it took about two months, exams and a bunch of other shit got in the way 🙇‍♀️

Memory - Part II (A Sanders Sides Fanfic)

TW: Violence mentioned

"Again, I can not thank you enough for letting me stay with you all."

Patty shook her head, gently walking Robin in through the door of her house. "It's no problem at all," she reassured enthusiastically. "The three of us already live together with guest rooms to share, so it's nothing on us."

Louis politely held the door open for their new housemate. Robin nodded her thanks. She followed the other girls inside and- "Oh my God, it is massive." Robin cracked the biggest open-mouthed smile she had in weeks, gazing at the girls near mansion of a house. "It's practically a castle she joked."

"Make yourself at home," Patty laughed softly.

Robin sat herself down on their sofa in the living room. Her bag of belongings was rather small. Just some toiletries she'd nabbed from the hospital and some clothes the girls had bought her while she was there. She didn't like to look in it. It was just another cruel reminder that she was a girl with no home or background. As though she'd just been zapped into today and given no clue as to how to work things out.

She was lucky she already had new friends to quickly distract her. Which they did. Patty mostly, obviously being the most outgoing. Virginia would pop in sometimes, for conversation or to simply check on Robin. Robin would almost think that the attack had shaken that girl up more than it did herself. But they were all so kind to her, and for that Robin could not have been more grateful.

Conversation prooved difficult though. They had nothing to go off of, no talk of friends or family or past visits or her likes or dislikes. So Patty mostly talked about herself, and Robin kind of just listened. It was okay. It was still a distraction from what Robin didn't want to confront.

Someone cleared their throat in the door. Patty and Robin looked up from their conversation to see Louis standing in the door. "Robin," she addressed casually and calmly. "I was just looking through your clothes from your attacks, and I think I found our first clue..."

The young woman proceeded to hold up a small trinket, that Robin had to squint at. "Oh, that's a name tag from the café down the street!" Patty pointed out excitedly. "Did you work there?" Robin could only shrug. "Probably," she murmured quietly. How was she meant to know? She had no memory.

"Well, this was Robin's name tag," Louis told them, really getting into this detective Sherlock-like character. She held up the tag a little closer to them now. It was gently spotted with blood. Robin winced at that, and looked away down to her trembling fingers. She didn't like to think about the accident. She had little memory of it, wether due to the amnesia or if it was simply her brain trying to block out the trauma. Whatever flashes of recollection she did have of the attack, however, were incredibly unpleasant to think of. "So, the natural assumption would be that she indeed had a job there. Our first clue."

Patty gasped with excitement on behalf of Robin herself. "Oh, I know where we're going tomorrow... If that's okay with you, Robin?" Patty placed a gentle hand on Robin's knee, looking towards her for permission. And Robin nodded fiercely. She couldn't be more ready to find out who she was. To find her family and friends again. And, hopefully, find out what happened to her. And to get justice. "Absolutely."

[gooberto]

mfw my brain is slowly starting to comprehend how to design a robot

[ballyhubbock]

It just wasn't cricket

Not Cricket It was July in Ireland and the wettest July in recorded history with rain falling at four hundred and fifty per cent above the normal generous measure. I had agreed to play in an annual cricket match at the Oak Hill cricket club grounds in Kilbride in County Wicklow, possibly the wettest county in Ireland but against all odds the rain held off that morning and the forecast was good…

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[disillusioned-degenerate]

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