The Details

"Hullo! You've reached Daisy's phone. Please leave a message and she'll try to get back to you soon."

Some people might be a little surprised to find a strange naked man in their beds when they woke up; Daisy Day, however, was fairly accustomed.

She was not so accustomed to the occasion where that strange naked man was her, though, really, she'd been expecting a day like this to roll around for practically a year now, since she'd gotten here and she'd first heard about it.

Not about to complain, especially since the view in the mirror was rather nice, Daisy realized her distraction with what a little testosterone did to her physique was going to put just a bit of a mark on her otherwise punctual work record, but there was another problem that presented itself, in that her uniform wasn't exactly going to fit properly like this.

However, she thought herself brilliant with an idea and made a phone call. "Hullo, Ralph, it's Detective Constable Day... No, I haven't got a cold...No, it isn't swine flu, either. Just listen for a moment, Ralph, I need a spot of help before I can come in today..."

[[ and throwing more stuff out for the poor sod who has to do radio. mwa ha ha. Post is open if anyone wants to be swinging by for great SP awesomeness! ]]

There was a very rare sight in the bedroom of happy of MHA #11 tonight. The place was in disarray, clothes scattered and thrown haphazardly around the room...

...okay, maybe that in itself wasn't a rare sight at all for Daisy's bedroom. The fact that every single one of the clothes were her own, however, was. Usually, she never had a problem picking something to wear; she usually loved and adored and thought she looked cute in the first thing she grabbed from the closet, called it good, and went on her merry little way. But, for some reason, tonight, it seemed as though she found little faults in everything that would just not do. So off it would, and something else would be tried on, and then there'd be a look of dissatisfaction in the mirror, and it was back to square one.

It was actually starting to get annoying. Especially so since it was just Ben. Ben had seen her how many times, in everything and in nothing, and all of a sudden she was being picky about what she wore tonight for their date? It didn't make sense. Especially since she was definitely not going to be one of those women.

But as finished putting on another dress and caught it happening again, she really wondered if maybe she was.

And if maybe it wasn't so bad...

She'd almost reached the zipper of the dress to take it off when she firmly put her foot down, literally, and told her reflection, "Oh, no you don't. You're sticking with this one. It's almost eight and you've got a mess of a room you have to pick up before he gets here."

And that was that, leaving Daisy to put her entire wardrobe back into her closet and hopefully get it done before Ben got here. Without messing up her hair.


[[ for that one guy, please! ]]

Daisy didn't even want to think of how to explain what had happened on Monday, but, really, it hardly mattered because it meant that she had been unable to get to her last class, and that was very sad and also terribly irresponsible. It was probably a good thing, then, that she was going back to being just a copper for a little while again.

That meant clearing out her office, which she took the day off to do, but there was also the question of her students not having their last day. So she sent out handwavey emails and messages to let them know that if they wanted to do the last bit and share their recipe, to come down to the office and do so, and if not, no big whoop, it was lovely having them all in class, and she wished them a very nice school year proper.

Plus, there would be muffins. Healthy muffins, of course, but muffins all the same. Who could say no to muffins?

[[ open post and open door! Apologies x50 for the lack of class on Monday or the lack of computer availability to confirm Peyton putting something up. This is hardly a substitute for a class, but hopefully it's an acceptable fall back considering the conditions, bawwww. ]]

There was still a lot of paperwork to catch up on (surprisingly, considering not a whole lot had actually happened happened while she was out in Minnesota, it seemed), so Daisy was feeling very glad for networking through her computer to get some of her station work done while fulfilling her usual office hours. She felt a little distracted, though, with a few things. She'd have to congratulate Kowalski on his promotion, and then there was Coop's wedding, which gained a new perspective now that he wasn't her boss, not only broadening pick-up horizons at the thing but also canceling her real obligation to go (although it would still be the nice thing to do), and then there was feeling a little sad about not doing this teacher thing here soon when the school year started up, but she'd also be glad to get back to being a full-time copper again.

Even if full-time coppers here didn't actually do much.

Either way, at least she had cookies.

[[ let's just pretend this was up all day. Door and post are open ]]

Daisy's shoulders, kept so dedicatedly square and proper through the entire ordeal in Minnesota, slacked the moment the door to her apartment closed behind her. She let out a breath. She closed her eyes and marveled for a moment at just how rejuvenating it could be to simply be back in your own space.

But just a moment. She'd been gone just a little over a full week, and that meant there was a lot to do. She'd, thankfully, already dropped off her report, so the case was officially out of her hands. Justice was served, as in she'd managed to figure out who was tampering with the World's Biggest Ball of Twine, but she had to admit, she wasn't exactly sure to which end. It might have been as small as just stopping a delinquent, or it might have been as big as stopping a secret underground side-show war between countries or even managing to stop the sun from eventually being pulled in to crashing into the earth. It was...terribly hard to tell with this one. Either way, she felt she'd done a fair enough job, even if there were now three members of Freelance who weren't allowed in that part of Minnesota.

She still had to catch up on a lesson plan for tomorrow, though, and get ready to catch up on a weeks worth of radio transcripts at the station.

Right now, though? A drink. And a nice warm bath. Out of her travel clothes, into a comfortable robe, start the water in the tub, and then into the kitchen for just a little vodka and orange. She thought that once that was taken care of, she might pop over and see what Ben was up to (it had been a long week, okay?), but she didn't want to bother him this late and, well, she did have a lot of work to do.

Somehow, it was like she just knew this was the only chance she was going to get. Because a week of investigating the tampering of the World's Biggest Ball of Twine just couldn't be enough.

[[ and it's open! ]]

As if it wasn't bad enough that the first mission Daisy had really been assigned since she transferred overseas was so...well, silly, to be honest, it was made problematic by the fact that there were also several different places all around America that claimed to be the host of the World's Largest Ball of Twine. That in itself seemed a bit of a crime, really, but they were all saved by the staggering amounts of semantics and details that went into twine. Semantics that every single proprietor of one of these balls of twine spots seemed very enthusiastic to explain to Daisy in great length and detail. Daisy could probably consider herself a veritable twine expert by now.

Thankfully, however, there was only one Biggest Ball of Twine (a very important distinction she learned), and only one with a rotating fish restaurant on top of it and only one that her bosses have been banned from at least four times and a surprising handful of them that seemed to be threatening the gravitational pull of the sun and were in a very stiff competition with a similar ball of twine somewhere in Canada. That narrowed the search down a little bit, and gave her a focus for exactly why the ball was being tampered with and who the suspects might be. (It boiled down to an impressive amount of geologists, astrologists, and...well, Canadian Twine Enthusiasts).

And hopefully, this would be the last stretch. Daisy stood in the Minnesotan afternoon light, looking upon the ball of twine thoughtfully while the owner of the attraction finished up the last of the set-up for where she'd be interrogating some of the gathered suspects, a moment she was using to remind herself that she loved her job and no justice was too small to be served, when she found herself momentarily distracted.

( The stories are all Anansi's... )

Daisy's head was tilted, and she blinked as though coming out of the story, blinkingly back into the fact that she was at the World's Biggest Ball of Twine in Minnesota. And then she asked, "Why did you tell me that story?"

"You call that a story? I barely cleared my throat. But maybe I thought a nice little Bird like yourself might want to come and be friends with me," he said in a light chuckle and, instead of being annoyed (she was on duty), Daisy smiled.

"So you could trick me into the boiling pot and have soup?" she asked.

"Smart bird," the man said, chuckling. "You know, I've got a son. Dumb as a box of rocks, but I think he'd like you."

"I should probably get to work, but thank you for the story."

"Anytime. I've got a million of them. And I should probably get to that rotating fish restaurant. Those oysters are calling my name! I love places like this. If you get a chance, you should really check out the House on the Rock in Spring Green, right over in Wisconsin. Biggest artificial orchestra in the whole world! You gotta see it."

"Ta, I'll keep that in mind."

And, funny, Daisy realized, as she headed toward the office to finish her investigation, as she walked one way and the man with the lemon yellow gloves walked the other, she had the strangest feeling that she knew him or, at least, she knew that smell of old cigars.



[[ NFB for distance, NFI unless you've got a reason to be at the world's largest ball of twine, OOC welcome, and excuse me while I squee once more at the opportunity to be a Gaiman dorkface. The Biggest Ball of Twine is entirely Sam & Max Hit the Road. Anansi's story swiped straight from Anansi Boys and Mr. Nancy's description taken piecemeal from American Gods. And anyone else who recognizes the levels of awesome in this are among my favourite people ever ]]

Another quiet Friday night in. It felt, to Daisy, that she'd been having a lot of those lately. There was just something becoming about rounding off a long week of work, justice, and social endeavors with some soft music, even softer candlelight, and a vodka and orange mixed in your own kitchen.

The fact that the quiet evening included the plan to have Max come over for a visit just gave it enough to prevent her from starting to feel like this place was settling her far too much. There was always Saturday for going out and, besides, there was something cathartic in even just setting up the nice relaxing atmosphere. Of course she knew it was probably something Max wouldn't even really notice, but it wasn't like she believed in feng shui, either; she just liked the relaxing meditation of practising it.


[[ post is actually not for that guy but that other guy. imagine that. ]]

Daisy was in her office that morning, being very good and not giving in to the little desire in the back of her head to pull out a few stop in her computer know-how to try to do a profile on the new cop Cooper had interviewed yesterday. Really, it was none of her business and it was more in her idiom to be hopeful that any cop was a good cop, despite heaping loads of evidence otherwise, and so she settled the urge with keeping plenty of coffee brewed. It was good coffee, too, since she was out of the station.

There was also pie, which wasn't a good breakfast, but better than no breakfast, if anyone stopped by and wanted to nosh a bit. And she restrained her work on the computer to doing some research on some ideas for class. That's it. She was being very good.

[[ door and post are ooooopeeeeen ]]

While the day had been a relatively good one, Daisy still couldn't shake that slightly restless feeling she'd been having, which she might have easily chalked up the fact that she hadn't been....well, we'll say out as much as she usually did. In fact, she was pretty sure it'd actually been well over a week since she had a hook-up. So it really wasn't any surprise that once she got off work, had some dinner, and relaxed a little, she was going over to see what Ben was up to.

What was odd was that she was singing about it as she reached up to knock on the door. Very emphatically, too, and making it clear that it might have been a bit more than just restlessness drawing her over there.

( What you find behind this cut will be disgustingly cute and adorable. )

Singing while you were skating was one thing. Singing when you were knocking on someone's door was another story all together, and so Daisy was left blinking a little, staring from where she'd turned around and leaned against the door, wondering if Ben heard that.

And then realizing, oh bullocks, of course he did. Stupid spider senses.

[[ another one going up for great SP justice! For the guy whose door it is, although it was quite a rousing number if any of the other tenants want to chime in before the door's answered ]]

With the exception of going to deliver coffee cake to Loki at the end of his class, Daisy spent the morning in her office at the school. It wasn't as if she had much to do in her office up at the school (in fact, she was working on police paperwork thanks to the network she'd set up on her laptop, which was, of course, very closely monitored and heavily protected), but she wanted to make sure she was available on a teacher level at least for a little bit, and she'd always been big on those sorts of distinctions.

Besides, she rather did like spending some time at the school, and she still had Wednesday mornings off. Might as well put them to use. There was also some extra coffee cake left to try to press on visitors to eat so that she wouldn't wind up munching on it herself.

[[ door and post are open! ]]

In general, three vodka and oranges and an Irish carbomb were not a lot of alcohol for Daisy. So she was feeling a little confused this morning in regards to the rather attractive but gold and thematic woman in her bedroom with her when she woke up.

"Something weird is happening, isn't it?" she asked, although really, it couldn't be that weird. Whatever it was, it wasn't too terribly surprising that a symbol of justice would be waltzing around Daisy Day's bedroom. Tucking her legs up with her elbows on her knees and her chin cradled thoughtfully in her hand, she considered the woman. "So what is it then? Personification of core values? Some sort of goddess thing?"

Justice nodded toward Daisy's dresser; Daisy's eyes followed and almost immediately noticed what was missing.

"My badge," she realized, and then looked to the woman again. She always knew justice was hot; it was nice to be proven right. "Oh, well, that makes sense. Good thing it's my day off, too. I don't think it'd work quite as well to whip you out of my pocket in the name of the law, although I know I probably wouldn't argue with you. Come on, then." She pulled back her sheets and reached for her robe. "Breakfast? Watch the sword, if you don't mind."


[[ yup, it's open, with bouts of SP because today is a mean day ]]

Since she was already up at the school to continue feeding Loki, Daisy decided she might as well stick around and hold some morning office hours and she could head into the station in the afternoon.

Not that it really matter, of course, because she was just getting into things at the station through her laptop and doing some of her work here. It wasn't like there was a lot of prep work involved in her class that she could do in an office, after all, and she was just about the only one who actually used the electronic files anyway. Besides, not being at the station meant she could allow herself to indulge in some good coffee that wasn't reminiscent of cement.


[[ open door, open office hours! ]]

Like many teachers before her, Daisy has open spots available for TAs for her Healthy Living class! If you're interested, just let me know. Comments are screen. You know the deal. ♥

Number 11 was a small apartment, decorated cozily, and so when Daisy was in the kitchen, the aromas of whatever she was making easily found their way through the entirety of the place and making it smell very, very good. She'd slipped out of bed and back into the comfortable number from last night, leaving Max to sleep in. Poor thing might have been worn out. And she'd be lying if she said she didn't at least once think about adding to the decoration on his cheek when she was reminded of them; he might look good with facial hair. But she didn't. She just went and used that creative streak to make some muffins before he woke up and they could make breakfast.

That was what this whole thing had been about, after all.



[[ daisy only sleeps with men so that she can teach them healthy cooking in the morning. tru fax. for that guy in her apartment initially, but open after that! ]]

It had been a quiet day at work, which was probably a good thing as a Friday that wasn't quiet around here meant a Friday where Daisy was out shooting things until well after nightfall. Without shooting things, though, she had more than enough time to come hom, take a nice bath, change into something cute and comfortable and then get ready for Max to come over.

Which consisted of pretty much just pouring herself a drink and putting on some music. And enjoying the music until he came 'round.


[[ for that one guy! ...no, the other one. ...no, not hi-- oh shut up. ]]

Daisy had not held office hours at all this semester; it seemed a little pointless when she had only five students and they all knew they could find her at the station if she was needed outside of class. But today, at this moment, considering how her last two shifts at the station had gone, she was thinking it was a fine time to hold office hours. Coop would understand; she called him up and said she had a little bit of stuff to take care of with the workshop, and wouldn't be in, but she had her cell ready if anything popped up. Nothing ever did, though. She was hoping, though. If something happened, she could get all good and distracted and make up for the past two days.

And she did know how to get into her database from any computer, so she was still doing her police work, just without the threat of causing more disgrace to the uniform of having to think about sex with the new guy with him sitting right there.

Hopefully, this weekend she could get it all out of her system and go back to business as usual on Monday.

[[ open door, open poooost ]]

If Daisy's slept last night (she had), you might never know it because she'd somehow magically been able to get up fairly early, in a very chipper, restful mood, and capable of making everyone breakfast. Hopefully no one had spilled out into the kitchen floor because she was getting some good use out of it in making sure there were some of her healthy recipe muffins and quiche ready before anyone got up. Oatmeal and healthy-oaty-hippie cereal, and a ton of fruit and juices. There was also food left over from last night (mostly stuff from Daisy's table, go figure).

And toast. Of course there was toast.

Either way, there was no way she was sending anyone who'd stayed over home without a good breakfast first. It was the most important meal of the day!


[[ catch-all post for anyone who stayed over last night to wake up and hang around a little if they want. Or just grab a muffin and go! My day today is unfortunately exactly like yesterday, so I won't be around until much later, but have fun, kids ]]

Daisy still wasn't entirely sure how this whole thing wound up happening, but these sorts of things you didn't really think about much. Trying to ignore her soreness from yesterday, Daisy got the apartment ready for...good Lord...a slumber party. It did give her an excuse (not that she needed one) to prance around her apartment in cute PJs with people around. Maybe. Even if it wound up just being her and Deadpool, it's still be fun.

And it wasn't like there was a lot to set up for for a slumber party, anyway. Her apartment was small, but open, so there was just enough space, she felt, that the whole thing would be cosy, not crowded, but she was going to be severely put out if any of that nailpolish (plenty of it red, too, for Deadpool) got on her nice white furniture...

[[ wait for the ocd is up and I love still you forever ]]

Today had been an incredibly long day for Daisy. Aside from tagging into checking up on any business that looked like it might need it while on her patrol WTF Daisy; kill your mun, there was the whole hunting in the sewer to find the source of the alligators and help vanquish them. It wasn't nearly as bad as the harpies, but it was still a bloody sewer, and so all Daisy wanted to do when she got back was shower about four times, clean out the tub three times, and then just sit and soak and reflect on the fact that these moments were rare, but she loved nothing better than getting home this late and having to wash of the sweat of a day where she'd done really, really well.


[[ open post! Because Lord knows she hasn't been doing enough XD ]]