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actingreaperIt was the usual crew gathered at the usual booth at Der Wafflehouse that morning. Roxy and Mason were having one of their little spats which would probably end up with Mason getting maced or shot or something. George was waxing teenaged pseudo-philosophic about the choices offered on Der Wafflehouse's menu, Kiffany was looking calmly frazzled, and Rube was just finishing up his breakfast, looking about ready to murder every single one of them.
Except possibly Kiffany. He always seemed to like Kiffany.
Daisy was sipping her coffee and wondering if she'd worn a good pair of comfortable yet cute sandals for the day's festivities.
Rube finished up the last piece of extra extra extra crispy bacon and opened his ledger, pulling out stacks upon stacks of post-its. "Mason." A stack of six. Daisy guessed they were probably delinquents with cherry bombs or something. "Roxy." Oooo, jackpot, stack of ten or more. Kegger + fireworks = fun times, in Daisy's opinion. "George." One. Lowly fireworks attendant? Or maybe just your usual run of the mill accident or suicide. "And Daisy."
Plane tickets. She loved when she got to travel for a reap. "Thank you, Rube." She lifted the flap of the envelope to take a look. It was a one way ticket.
"Hey!" Mason sat upright from his usual slouch. "Why the fuck does she get the good reap?! I want to go to Mexico!"
"Sit down and shut up." Rube was watching Daisy carefully, which she of course noticed. She always knew when people were watching her.
Daisy took a look at the post-it attached.
Report to Z. Washburn
Fandom High
That was it. No ETD, no date or time. Daisy knew what this was. She'd gotten one before. She looked up and caught Rube's eye. "I'm being reassinged again?"
"Consider it like a reaper vacation." Rube snapped his ledger shut. "Small island, low homosapien death count."
"Vacation?" George flicked her gaze between Daisy's plane ticket and Rube. "Why the hell does she get a vacation? And how long?"
"Seems like they'll honor just about anyone these days," Roxy muttered.
"A small island? At least tell me it has some decent shopping." Daisy didn't like where this was going. She'd just gotten to settle in around here. Was it really a reward? Or was whoever was in charge trying to keep her away from another . . . incident?
"I'm sure I have no idea." Rube started to get up. "It's been a pleasure working with you, Daisy. Good luck with your classes."
Daisy set her coffee down and lifted up her purse, carefully keeping her expression neutral. "Well, I guess I should go pack."
"I'll help you." Mason quickly stood. Daisy flashed him a quick smile.
"That's okay. I can handle it myself."
"She's really leaving?!" George stared at Rube with a clearly appalled expression. "That sucks! Why does everyone always leave?"
"Oh, suck it up and deal." Roxy raised an eyebrow. "The world does not revolve around you, child."
As Daisy walked gracefully from the restaurant, George's voice wafted after her, like the humorous punchline of one of those ridiculous fart joke movies.
"It doesn't?"
She sighed and shook her head. Was she ever that young?
Then something else hit her. Fandom High. And Rube mentioned classes.
She had to teach.
This was definitely a punishment, then.
Except possibly Kiffany. He always seemed to like Kiffany.
Daisy was sipping her coffee and wondering if she'd worn a good pair of comfortable yet cute sandals for the day's festivities.
Rube finished up the last piece of extra extra extra crispy bacon and opened his ledger, pulling out stacks upon stacks of post-its. "Mason." A stack of six. Daisy guessed they were probably delinquents with cherry bombs or something. "Roxy." Oooo, jackpot, stack of ten or more. Kegger + fireworks = fun times, in Daisy's opinion. "George." One. Lowly fireworks attendant? Or maybe just your usual run of the mill accident or suicide. "And Daisy."
Plane tickets. She loved when she got to travel for a reap. "Thank you, Rube." She lifted the flap of the envelope to take a look. It was a one way ticket.
"Hey!" Mason sat upright from his usual slouch. "Why the fuck does she get the good reap?! I want to go to Mexico!"
"Sit down and shut up." Rube was watching Daisy carefully, which she of course noticed. She always knew when people were watching her.
Daisy took a look at the post-it attached.
Report to Z. Washburn
Fandom High
That was it. No ETD, no date or time. Daisy knew what this was. She'd gotten one before. She looked up and caught Rube's eye. "I'm being reassinged again?"
"Consider it like a reaper vacation." Rube snapped his ledger shut. "Small island, low homosapien death count."
"Vacation?" George flicked her gaze between Daisy's plane ticket and Rube. "Why the hell does she get a vacation? And how long?"
"Seems like they'll honor just about anyone these days," Roxy muttered.
"A small island? At least tell me it has some decent shopping." Daisy didn't like where this was going. She'd just gotten to settle in around here. Was it really a reward? Or was whoever was in charge trying to keep her away from another . . . incident?
"I'm sure I have no idea." Rube started to get up. "It's been a pleasure working with you, Daisy. Good luck with your classes."
Daisy set her coffee down and lifted up her purse, carefully keeping her expression neutral. "Well, I guess I should go pack."
"I'll help you." Mason quickly stood. Daisy flashed him a quick smile.
"That's okay. I can handle it myself."
"She's really leaving?!" George stared at Rube with a clearly appalled expression. "That sucks! Why does everyone always leave?"
"Oh, suck it up and deal." Roxy raised an eyebrow. "The world does not revolve around you, child."
As Daisy walked gracefully from the restaurant, George's voice wafted after her, like the humorous punchline of one of those ridiculous fart joke movies.
"It doesn't?"
She sighed and shook her head. Was she ever that young?
Then something else hit her. Fandom High. And Rube mentioned classes.
She had to teach.
This was definitely a punishment, then.
