Still undone and unpolished, but demonstrates the frustration I've had all this time. This was written after I put them through proper missions.
The agents first meet – Kimberly and Hue
Kimberly studied a crossword puzzle as she wandered through the hallways of HQ. She had never been to RC 414 before, but it wouldn't have made it easier to find if she had. She became slightly excited to read a room number in the 400's, but she had been here long enough to know that she wasn't even close.
After she grew bored with the puzzle, she popped her chewing gum a few times and decided to head to the cafeteria. The way her luck was going, there was a chance that she would end up at the cafeteria, but wandering aimlessly hadn't worked. She almost missed the door to RC 414 as she wandered past, but she noticed it just in time.
A small creature opened the door. It stood about two feet tall, and resembled a ball of fur on legs. A pair of beady eyes and a pink nose were the only features distinguishable in the mass of black fur. It wore blue mittens, socks, and a belt. “Hello?” he chirped in a squeaky voice.
“What are you supposed to be?” Kimberly had seen stranger things living in the RCs, but it was useful to know the species of your roommate's pet.
“Do you speak English?” he asked.
“What do you think, wise guy? Never met someone from Brooklyn before?” Kimberly bent down so that she could intimidate the fuzzball.
He made a placating gesture with his hands, then reached behind his back and pulled out a headset communicator. He pointedly showed it to Kimberly before settling it on his head.
She straightened up and crossed her arms. “Very funny. I've been assigned to this Response Center.”
He gestured inside. “English is hard, do you have a comm?”
Kimberly rifled in her bag to humor the pipsqueak. Whoever her partner was, they sure knew how to go out of their way for a joke. Her communicator was a bulky walky-talky, but it came with a headset. She put it on and sat in the room’s only chair.
“I'm Hue,” he said before launching into a string of gibberish that sounded like a 33 record played at 78 rpm. The comm's built-in translator made him sound like a teenaged boy. “So you are my new partner? I'm happy to meet you. I would like for you to learn how to understand Happytalk and I will try to understand you.”
“Are you serious? You look like a stuffed animal! Why would someone assign something like you to Despatch?” Kimberly had just lost her patience.
“I’m good with a tranquilizer gun,” Hue supplied.
Kim snorted. “Great, a violent stuffed animal.”
Hue shook his head. “Not violent, just stunning them so they stop doing not-nice things.”
Kim took her cigarettes from her bag and stuck one in her mouth. She looked at him pointedly for a moment, but he just watched her. Kim then lit her cigarette and took a drag. She had noticed that he had said ‘violent’ in English. “You’re like one of those Care Bears that my niece liked.”
Hue had frowned at the smell of the smoke, but then he smiled as he said, “Care Bears are heroes. Did she like anything else? Or, what do you like?”
***
One agent loans the other their favorite CD for drowning out badfic. The CD is destroyed. (Could also be an MP3 player.)
Kim and Hue watched impassively as Twilight Sparkle and world-hopping brony had a conversation that got more romantic by the second. Eventually, the unicorn led him up to the bedroom.
The agents hid on the stairs, just barely peeking over the top tread. Hue gasped as he saw a full view of what Twilight and the insert were doing. He hid behind the chargebook, but he could still hear things that weren’t anyone’s business to know about. He whimpered softly.
Kim sighed in exasperation. “My walkman’s in the bag.”
Hue gratefully shoved the headphones onto his head, and the strains of “Uptown Girl” mostly drowned out the noises. But then the tape started squealing, and he panicked as he tried to shut it off.
Kim took his harness in her teeth and dragged him down the stairs as his panicked squawk caused the two ponies to look up from their fondling.
At Hue’s explanation, Kim sighed. “Pull the batteries and put it in my bag. I’m not gonna be able to look at it until I have fingers again.”
After they got back from the mission, Hue excused himself for one of his strange errands. Kim shrugged and sat down to transpose the charge list and write the mission report. Once that was done, she tended to her walkman. She worked the tape out of the mechanism, gently pressing the play-head down as needed, but it was badly crinkled. Kim wondered if she would be able to find cleaning fluid for the player’s roller.
Kim looked at the mixtape, the only one she had on her when she fell out of her badfic. She didn’t ever feel a real need to carry Billy Joel, Michael Jackson, and Bon Jovi with her everywhere, it was just a random detail of what she was carrying. There really wasn’t any point to having it now, she just had the walkman in her bag because she thought it should be there.
Not that it wouldn’t have been useful for her partner if she had been keeping it in working order. She wondered how hard it would be to get a new cassette.
Hue entered the RC and set something on the desk next to Kim. She looked to see that it was a device that was covered in scratches and roughly the same size as the cassette in her hand. He apologetically explained that he didn’t know what songs she had on her walkman, but he hoped that this music player would work better.
“Where did you get this?” Kim asked.
Hue only tapped the side of his nose to indicate it was a secret.
“Thanks, but you didn’t actually break my walkman, and it jamming wasn’t your fault,” Kim said as she tried to hand it back to him.
Hue shook his head and emphasized that he wanted her to have it.
“You’re going to help me pick songs for this thing," Kim insisted. "It'll be for the both of us."