http://notadamnangel.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-07-07 04:36 pm

Don't call it a promotion, call it longer hours

The Precinct had been hopping of late with people needing to be sent to the Brig. Dean hated how short handed they were between people getting re-podded and the mission taking a good chunk of the crew. Left the rest of them with a skeleton group and a lot of newcomers thanks to the recent podpop. He was still struggling with going over notes and reports from previous attacks. Trying to put together as much information as he could and catalog it all. If he got it right, it'll be a great help for any future incidents and at least give other Security a starting off point of where to go.

Plus it gave him a chance to bury his troubled emotions into something, but he was clearly running himself ragged of late. He hadn't been at the house much, mostly sleeping fitfully at his desk the few times he slept. Plus meals been mostly of liquid content though he was avoiding the tavern for the most part for personal reasons.

He just hoped some of the new members could lend a hand or two.

(!NOTE: This is available for people in the brig to thread as well)
thisclinchesit: (GameFace.exe)

[personal profile] thisclinchesit 2011-07-07 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Enter Shoutarou - new to the ship, and new to Security.

And apparently, this was his boss. One of them, anyway. Been a while since he had a proper boss that actually knew what they were doing. His condition, though, that seemed to be less than ideal.

"...Dean, was it? I'm Shoutarou - we spoke on the network."

[identity profile] ternaui.livejournal.com 2011-07-07 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
The Chancellor comes to the precinct bearing yet another batch of ice cream (the cows, they need milking. They don't take holidays).

"Excuse me. I suspected this might be of some use here."

In the Brig

[identity profile] ternaui.livejournal.com 2011-07-08 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
The Chancellor surveys the people present, still carrying ice cream and associated paraphernalia, like spoons.

"Good afternoon," he says to those in the cells.
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[personal profile] chosenfamily 2011-07-08 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, Sam had noticed that Dean was running himself ragged. It wasn't that he didn't understand it. (See: that first year or so after Jess died.) However, that didn't mean he had to put up with it.

He came into the precinct with a thermos of coffee, some sandwiches and his omnicomm. "Go home. Get some sleep."