Lincoln River Network

I miss Backup.

Well, today was pretty awesome. And it just gets better and better.

( Bringing this little darling home from the shelter today. )

Ugh. Need so much coffee right now.

I have never seen boutiques such as those in the town square, or, indeed, such beautiful and interesting clothing! I am sure my father's hair would stand on end to behold some of these modern fashions but, I admit, I find myself quite taken with them. Madame Surrage is truly wonderful in her generosity. God has been kind to place me in the care of such good, friendly people. I have all manner of new clothes, in all the latest styles. I even have a set of "pajamas", that I might wear to slumber parties. I feel truly blessed.

( Filtered to Éponine )

So what the hell are we supposed to do here anyway?

Attention everyone, I shall henceforth be known as Princess Tink Marshmallow. Danny apparently thinks me befitting of a royal title.

You know what? I'm just gonna come out and say it. I mean hell, I did it on live friggin' TV so why should I hide from it from any of you guys?

I'm immortal. I regenerate and I can't die and yeah, that's that. I feel better not having that weighing on me.

So this morning, I went down to the local PD along with my partner, an FBI agent, and a girl who thinks she's an FBI agent [for Halloween, maybe?], but looks like Special Agent Tinkerbell to me. That or FBI barbie, we can take a poll! I'm partial to Tink myself. Wasn't that very responsible of us? I'd still like to be called Detective Williams. You can call Steve Commander Neanderthal, cuz I guess he's earned it and all. And the lovely Miss Spencer should definitely be referred to as Special Agent.

This is for official business, of course in casual settings, you may call us by our names.

I guess since it looks like we're stuck here for awhile, we should all get to know each other. I'm Danny Williams and I like to give nicknames, obviously.

Okay, I need proper caffeination. I guess I should have asked for a Keurig in that welcome basket.

Guessing this place lacks a Starbucks.

Jus bothered to check the garage. One of my cars is here.

Luckily for me,it's my favorite one.

This is not good. At all. If I don't show up to that meeting in Largo tomorrow, I'm toast. And that is one long ass drive from Miami much less....here. Hello?

I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto.

I'm not going to lie, I've been waiting for the perfect opportunity to use that line.

So now that I did, what gives? Because my director is going to kick my ass if I'm not in the office by 8 am sharp tomorrow morning.