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“ EXCUSE ME, I’M looking to file a vandalism report. Do you know where I should start? ”

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|| misteranalyst ;
“ EXCUSE ME, I’M looking to file a vandalism report. Do you know where I should start? ”
(( Okay but consider: Vic/Basil/Eraba OFFICE MASSAGE CHAIN ))
HOW THE HECK DID I MISS THIS EARLIER WHAT EVEN
that would be the greatest though
giles tries to get involved, basil always wants to be the one at the back although he's always "???????" because how do vic's shouldeRS EVEN EXIST???
kal is the one who walks in and just goes "not gonna ask." and turns right around and walks back out
✘ misteranalyst
“ Hey! ” The greeting had come out far louder than she'd intended to, and Tessa thought she may have startled the half the shop in her exclamation, but she didn't mind too much. She sent an apologetic gaze towards some of the shaken cafe patrons before making her way toward the familiar face.
“ You're our new snapchat conspirator from last night. It was Eraba, wasn't it? ”
✘ misteranalyst
Of course the First Octant Precinct would have doors that pull from the outside. Of rusting course. Having a door that pushed would be far too convenient right? It was somewhat late in the evening, and she didn't think she could wait for someone come through to open the door for her. There were still people inside, but none coming and going much at this hour.
But never let it be said that Eliane Casuana was not a girl of many talents. Opening this door with both of her hands full was going to be one of them. Balancing eight drinks across two carrying trays, one for each hand, and two bags of pastries precariously setting on top of both of them, she leaned back and hooked her foot around the handle.
She gave the door a dextrous yank, then with a flick of her ankle, freed her foot and hurriedly slipped inside before the door could shut on her. She heard the coffee slosh a bit, but that was what splash sticks were for, so none of it spilled. She looked up, checking to make sure nothing had fallen over or leaked, heaving a sigh of relief.
Then she realized she wasn't alone in the lobby. Giving the stranger a sheepish grin, she nearly dropped her trays in trying to walk across the flat ground. She pulls of that near-acrobatic door maneuver flawlessly and almost slips on the regular floor tiles?
Typical.
"Hey... I don't think I know you. Is there anyone still around right now, or have I come all this way in vain?"
✗ misteranalyst
"Ah! Eraba, hello!" Sinclar beams, happy to see the analyst. "Did you recently get here? I wanted to see if you would be willing to test out these new gloves--anti-slip, very good for when you need to keep a hold on your gun."