Thread: Georgian Wildlife -- TWD [Traveler & Virginia]

Joyce Martin hadn't graduated near top of her class to get sent out to a town that seemed to be parked somewhere between Hicktown and Nowheresville. She'd been there, done that, gotten the t-shirt and then gotten the hell out. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate small towns and the beauty of a tight knit community, but it wasn't really her thing. She liked big buildings and well paved roads and takeout places. Perhaps worst of all at the moment. there wasn't any air conditioning in her little one bedroom house, and she was willing to bet the heating was going to suck. She'd had a few days to settle and really mostly brought food in from other places, and that morning the garbage bins had been tilted dumped over and all the things the'd thrown away had been scattered in the driveway and side yard. She'd had to put down her box of office supplies on top of the car and then clean it up, which had taken a good five minutes of time she'd been intending to use meet the sheriff and whichever officers were in at the moment but instead she'd have to do that while on the clock, and she already had work to do. Plus setting up her office, making sure all the paperwork had been filed correctly, and a whole bunch of what other people might find tedious but Joyce enjoyed it. Or, maybe more specifically, it felt like something she was good at, and something that made her feel satisfied with herself. It wasn't a designated district attorney's office - or rather here had been, but after he'd quit they'd been having someone drive in for a while until someone new could get appointed. Meanwhile, the office had gotten filled in the courthouse a town over, and that meant that Joyce had been office-less until the police station had offered to clear out the small empty corner office that they had been using for junk. Or mostly clear it out, there were still going to be boxes that they hadn't found a place for yet, she'd been informed by email. In response, she'd bought a white, lace trimmed tablecloth with the intention of just tossing it over the box. The drive was decent, things looked nice and she could have the windows rolled down, which Joyce had to admit she enjoyed. The air was cleaner and she'd noticed a few nights ago that she could smell the pine trees when the wind blew. When she got to there she had to check in at the front desk and discovered, not at all to her surprise, that it was exactly what she expected of a police station in such a small town. Box in her arms, she went into the office and let out a little sigh. The blinds were broken, the desk was dusty, and there was a stack of boxes about chest high. She draped the tablecloth over it, thinking maybe she'd get an electronic teapot so she didn't have to go out to the break room every time she wanted tea or coffee. She had to go into the break room to get a sponge to wipe down the desk and had a decent conversation with one of the officers she met while finding the things she needed, and then spent half an hour wiping things down, trying to fix the blinds, hanging her degree, and generally puttering around. She was going to need a second chair so that people could sit in her office, and some kind of sign. Technically this was a promotion, if she thought about it right, she could get a nameplate if she wanted. Somehow something that she'd quite liked the idea of not too long ago just didn't seem necessary anymore. Or maybe she was still angry. Yes. She was definitely still that. It took fifteen minutes to get the wifi password once she had her laptop set up, because apparently it had been a long time since someone new had brought in a computer and they didn't know where it was, and Joyce honestly couldn't tell if this was some kind of hidden hostility. But never attribute to malice what you could attribute to literally anything else, she supposed. Not when there were active acts of malice to be dealt with. It was all tan folders with papers in them, nothing had been emailed though she had requested it. Apparently she'd taken a little jump back into the paper age, but that was unsurprising. As were the cases within. Theft, drunken misconduct, drunken misconduct, assault with an... okay, what was an asparagus knife ? tfw I gotta google an OC's name to make sure it's not already the name of some famous character in something I might not know about