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Summer Camp Wednesday [The Park]

Today's beautiful weather was made for sitting outside and doing craft projects, which was good, because that's what you were doing. A number of tables were set up around the park, each filled with macrame and micro macrame--which was a thing Anakin had learned this week-- supplies: cording of various colors, beads, crystals, and other bits of shiny things (though the supplies were getting depleted as the squirrels kept stealing them), and a few macrame patterns mostly for dresses and other clothing-like items.

Even more worryingly, there was a runway set out down the middle of the area, along with two chairs set aside for judges.

"Right!" Anakin said, yelling into his bullhorn again. "Today you will be working in teams under a one-hour time limit to create a piece of macrame fashionwear. It does not have to be very large--it's not going to be for any of you to wear. The dimensions are provided at your stations, and the models will be arriving shortly."

Anyone have a bad feeling about that? Good.

"This week's winners will win the highly coveted Billy the Bass singing fish--" he glanced around. "Where'd that kriffing thing get off to?" He raised his hand and the fish, propelled by its own power and shrieking Sabatoge flew in from...somewhere.

"...that was odd." He glared at the assembled crowd. "Please refrain from stealing the fish until after the winner is determined this week. Listen carefully for your name and then join your team. You will have an hour to learn how to macrame and then your models will arrive and parade down the catwalk. The winners will be determined by our fashion experts Sparkle and Brooke. Your teams are as follows:

Paris, Seivarden, and Astrid
Peter, Sabine, and Tip
Jason, Ahsoka, and Norman
Verity, Aphra, and Rosa
Bobby, Mitsutada, and Hardison
Liam, Miguel, and Uma
Hannibal, Cristina, and Rufus
Steve, Yang, and Sidon
Amaya, Kitty, and Beaker
Hera, Kanan, and Breq
Jono, Kathy, and Rey
Eliot and Ino

You may begin...now."

And a giant glowing timer that Anakin had gotten from...somewhere... began ticking down the hour.

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This was....not a crime scene. It might be, if certain squirrels didn't watch themselves, but Rosa had very clearly been lead here on false pretenses by a bunch of excitable little rodents, who were scurrying away before that glare could turn into something more physical.

"You know it's against the law to make false statements about a crime, right?" she called out after them, but they were gone, for now, and even if they came back, she wouldn't be able to tell one from the other, probably, so there they were. She gave a dispirited look around, having that nausea rising up in her stomach that told her she was definitely going to be roped into this.

...roped.

Goddammit.

Seivarden noticed the squirrels, and didn't bother to hide a smirk. "Did they bribe you with rum?"

"It goes the other way around, you dingbat." And Rosa didn't bother to hide a scowl, rolling her eyes at Seivarden before returning her glare to the dispersing squirrels. "You're supposed to bribe them with rum. Or I guess tea in your case..."

She trailed off, shaking her head. "No, those rodents dragged me here under very false pretenses. Unless they meant to put out an asshole alert, since you're here, but that's still," she raised her voice to shout after them again, "not a crime."

"Besides," she added, "I'm a cop. I don't take bribes."

Not on the record, anyway.

"Oh, they don't like tea," Seivarden said almost cheerfully. It obviously said more about the squirrels than about tea. "And their version of it is undrinkable."

In case Rosa wondered.

"So, no bribes? Just hoping for a decent crime here to keep you from getting completely bored on this island?"

Seivarden didn't feel sorry for her. She was the one who could leave to visit a hot lover.

Why was it always so weird when Seivarden was cheerful? Rosa made a face.

"This place wouldn't know decent crime if it bit it in its butt," she said. "This isn't a job; it's a vacation."

"From Hell," she added, after a moment.

Strangely enough, Seivarden could relate to that. Not that she had a job anymore, so vacation wasn't the right word, but still.

"Oh, like one of those assignments that sound really good but is really just an excuse to get rid of someone? Who did you piss off?"

She was convinced Rosa had insulted someone, or why would she be here. At least she managed not to smirk, or sound to interested. Not that she did care, of course.

To get rid of someone got a particularly sour glare from Rosa and she shook her head. "If they wanted to get rid of me, they wouldn't keep asking for me to come back," she said, with no small amount of self-satisfaction. "And you piss a lot of people off when you're a cop, especially a good one, which I am, so where do I even begin? The lieutenant we busted after she tried framing me and my partner? Some mob boss or gangster somewhere with a grudge? Peralta's weird car thief with his obsession with me? Could be a crossfire result of Holt's stupid fued with the deputy police chief, family member of any number of perps I've locked up and ruined their lives, exboyfriend I've broken up with and ruined their lives..."

She shrugged, shook her head a little. "Take your pick. Your guess is as good as mine."

"I'm guessing someone who had the power to send you here," Seivarden replied, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not really doubting that you piss people off on a regular basis. That seems to be one of your talents."

She suspected Rosa was proud of it too.

She would be quite right about that, too, as evidenced by the proud little peacock smirk on her face and a snort.

"Damn right it is," she grinned, relieving too many of those pissing-people-off-moments in her head to feel even remotely bad about it.

Of course, it also seemed to be a talent of Seivarden's, but she'd rather shoot herself in her own foot than admit that they shared another thing in common.

Let's not talk about things they had in common. Seivarden couldn't help smiling at Rosa's expression though.

"This place isn't much of a challenge when it comes to pissing people off though."

It very much was, unless you were Seivarden.

"I mean, people get upset when you can't figure out their pronouns."

Rosa was side-eying you so hard right now, Seivarden.

"Yeah," she said, "and some people get up upset when you can't get their tea right."

"Most people here don't know how to make tea," Seivarden pointed out, as if that was a reasonable excuse.

"Have you ever had decent tea?"

She suspected not.

"Nope," said Rosa, almost stubbornly. Okay, definitely stubbornly. "I don't think I've ever had bad tea, either. I don't really drink tea. I like my hot water with bean powder, not leaves."

Seivarden rolled her eyes. "The hot water thing is getting old," she said.

It still annoyed her though.

And that's why it worked. You kept breaking them down until they lost will the care anymore, and that's when they slipped up or confessed.

Granted, this was not an interrogation situation at all, but they were still skills that could be transferred to every day conversations and normal interactions with other people, right?

"Do you still deny that hot leaf water is really all it is?" Rosa asked.

"Of course." Seivarden gave her a look that managed to be both amused and condescending. She had some experience of interrogating people herself.

"Then I'm going to keep on saying it," said Rosa, throwing Seivarden her absolute best fake smile, maybe even batting her eyelashes a little.

She was a professional at breaking people down; they usually paid her to do it. Seivarden was getting it for free.

"Oh? Why?" Seivarden offered a similar smile in return.

"Because annoying you," said Rosa, so sweet she thought she was going to throw up, "is one of the few simple joys this garbage dump island has to offer."

...was there booze at this event? Rosa was going to really need some booze about right now.

"Should I be flattered?" Seivarden said, sounding almost amused.

She was sort of flattered.

"Or should I take it as an example of how boring this place is?"

There should be booze.

"Definitely do not flatter yourself," snorted Rosa. "This stupid place could make even a turd look shiny."

"I would have phrased it differently," Seivarden said, in the polite, condescending way a Radchaai with her background usually had perfected, "But I think we've found one thing we agree on."

And there came the nausea, making Rosa scrunch up her face. "Gross," she said, starting to turn away. "I'm leaving now. To somewhere that's not..." a space of vague, blossoming amenability, "here."

"That's probably a good idea," Seivarden said, failing to notice that they were agreeing on that too, and she could have made a point of it. "Or we'll soon end up agreeing on..."

She tried to think of something. "...that swords are useless compared to guns."

Rosa had to be on team swords. She probably just hadn't found her way to the park on Fridays yet.

Rosa stopped in her tracks, whipping around like Seivarden had personally insulted her. "Of course swords are useless compared to guns!"

Sure, swords were more fun, but that wasn't what she'd said.

"Now you're just lowballing it just to find things for us to agree on!"

Why she would do such a thing was just mystifying.

"What next? That we agree that water is wet?"

Then again, she didn't seem to tea was anything more than water, so...

"That doesn't count."

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