Laura, Jubilee, if I say we do a Cajun cookout tonight up on the roof, would the two of you show up?

Or maybe you go out for burgers instead. You tell me.

As amazing as it was to have so many new faces in town, it's much calmer without the crowds. Welcome to the few who stayed! If you have any questions that didn't get answered in that hullaballoo, I'd be more than happy to try and answer what I can.

Ah, otherwise, if you're interested in a job, the police station is hiring a night-shift dispatcher and they're always looking for more qualified officers!


( [Private Audio: Sirius] )


( [Private Text: The Once-ler] )

To Conrad:

Hey, leaving half an hour early. It's mostly dead in here.

[Sarah hits the send button to deliver her text to the boss, quickly stuffing it in the back of her pocket. In doing so, she accidentally hit the audio option, letting the entire network hear her shuffling over to the bar to look over the bottles of alcohol they have left.]

Weren't too busy, even with New Moore's damned sudden summer party. A warning would've been much appreciated. 'Course they're idiots and probably didn't think it through.

[Pause]

Why's the rum gone? [Shit, did it get misplaced? She better find it now.]