one shot fired.

[alwayscarone]

A: 1768 Beaver Street.

[Davis has fallen asleep some weird places, but usually he can remember after a moment or two just how he got there. After waking up in this strange bed, though, he gives it two minutes and still doesn't understand what's going on.

Housemates will find him wandering around looking confused. ]

B: phone, unfiltered.... Hey

Comments

A

[apnea_champ]

[Meanwhile. Karen is still being annoyed that no, this is not a dream. So she's stolen some pants from the drone husband...who she doesn't realize is gone yet...and is eating some toast and drinking coffee while flipping through the paper in the kitchen.

This paper is even worse then the Howler.]

[alwayscarone]

[Eventually, he shows up in the kitchen, still in his pyjamas, and stops to rub at his eyes when he sees her.]

... Karen?

[apnea_champ]

[Oh hey drone...wait. She turns around.]

Davis? When did you get here?

[alwayscarone]

Just now. I think.

B

[littlemiss101]

I don't think they really care about illegal things here.

[alwayscarone]

That's what my partner said, too. It must be a general consensus.

[littlemiss101]

Probably. I mean, I'm not really used to police but apparently they're supposed to stop murder and things like that.

[alwayscarone]

Of course we are.

But where are you from that you're used to police?