Who: Lucy and NPCs When: Monday around 4:50ish pm What: Issuing a formal challenge. Where: The Police Station Rating: Low Status: narrative, complete
Lucy walked through the doors of the station in her Sunday best – or what would have been if she went to church any more – carrying a basket, and smiling as sweetly as the sun itself. She didn’t think it was overkill. Just a little friendly competition. And she’d been in the mood to go full-glitz girl. Gods, she was even wearing lipstick that gave her a soft smile that her mother would be proud of. Her skirts swished as she walked. They weren’t as light as her springtime outfits; this was made from sturdier material and worn with leggings because of the season, but the outfit still had a fun amount of movement. The skirts were brown but the leggings and cardigan sweater over her other top layers were bubble-gum pink. Hell, her hair was even pulled back by a headband with a little brown bow on the side. There weren’t a lot of people who knew she had this outfit in her arsenal.
In her arms she cared a large wicker basket filled with all kinds of baked goods. The hours at home on her day off had been so empty that she’d spent most of them experimenting with food. These were the outcomes she deemed successful enough to be shared with others. Also with the basket was a sign-up list and pen.
Her smile may have been sunshine, but her walk was all determination. She knew Gus’d okayed her coming over, but this was between her and the rest of the station. Gus was already recruited. Lou strode up to the desk nearest the door where visitors like her could check in. Once the officer looked up, she tossed her head to the side and beamed at him.
“Hi. I just wanted to stop by to drop these off.” She clearly showed him the contents of the basket and that there was nothing illegally suspicious about it. “I got approval from Sheriff Marshal,” she added since she believed officers to be a suspicious lot, even if most of the ones here knew her or her family. A few people working nearby were starting to look up to see what was being brought in. Lucy made a point of meeting their eye and nodding or waving a friendly greeting to each.
When an officer walked into the building and paused at the desk, seeing that there was free food, another took that as a sign and got up from his desk to join them. Lucy was happy to describe the different flavors she’d brought so that the small gathering crowd could pick what they liked best, and then the inevitable question came up of what the paper was for.
“Oh!” she said in surprise. Clearly, it had completely escaped her mind. She thanked the officer for reminding her. “This was a little thing I was hoping to get your help with. You see, some friends and I are starting up a friendly community game – we’re thinking football – and we wanted to invite more players. That is, if you think you’re up for the challenge.” Yes, she realized she looked nothing like the ruthless, if little, football player that she could be; but that was part of the fun. She liked messing with people’s expectations. It was mostly harmless, especially as more than a few of these men and women had seen her pull similar stunts before. Besides, when it came to football, she could use every edge she could get. She would have done better if they’d started with softball. Oh, well. They could always give that a go later. “We’d get together, probably on Sundays, play a game, and then go hang out at the Cellar to celebrate.”
Lou had the good grace at least not to waste the officers’ time. After delivering the food, asking after one or two’s families, and inviting them to sign-up, she retreated. It looked like there was some potential, but she’d pick up the interest list a little later so that she could really start planning. Schedules were going to be a pain given the nature of the work at the three businesses she’d targeted so far, but they’d find a way to make it work.