Summary: This is probably the only realistic way Judy or Nick would use a typewriter.
Notes: Warning: Written quickly, not beta'ed, and edits are not in depth. Will continue to edit and refine if I spot problems.
Zootopia county comprised of fifteen distinct and separate jurisdictions based around district and administrative lines, it encompassed over five thousand square miles, and had a rough population of forty million animals.
To best protect and serve such a massive and diverse community, the civil government and its many offshoots and branches employed around sixty-eight thousand law enforcement officers not counting the civilian staff.
They compromised of numerous law enforcement agencies, which needed to keep in touch and informed. The Zootopia City Police Department, as one of the premier institutions accomplished this by loaning out specialist officers from its elite investigative squads.
Detectives of suburb reputation and training who could teach and over all advice local departments on the latest and greatest techniques.
Of these detectives was one irate rabbit sitting through what amounted to a grade school allergy presentation.
"So that concludes the current policy on workplace allowed items, food, beverages, and other sundries. Any questions Detective Hopps?" Sheriff Lou Beaverton asked simply.
Sheriff Lou Beaverton was as his name implied, a beaver and a sheriff. He ran the Sheriff's station at Blue Point Valley, a little touristy hotspot up in the mountains north of Zootopia, and was considered a independent law enforcement agency from the ZPD proper. It, along with dozens if not over a hundred local sheriff's offices, constables, deputies, rangers, agents, and other institutions comprised the backbone of law enforcement at Zootopia's outskirts. Not counting various federal agencies, such as Customs and Immigration Protection or the Drugs and Alcohol Bureau. Pronounced CIP and DAB respectively.
These were the things that kept Judy Hopps sane as she shook her head slowly, and Lou Beaverton smiled.
"Good. Now, on to the next issue. Cultural sensitivity with the Bear Tribes." Lou then pulled out a set of flashcards. This Judy paid nominally more attention to, given that ZPD's own Sovereign Tribal Lands module was related towards legalities and discrimination policies. Them bear casinos really could lobby for things. So there was a list of words not to use, a list of terms not to use, a list of gestures not to use, a list of properties and areas considered tribal lands. All well and good, Judy Hopps filed it all away neatly in her mind.
"Right, now that's out of the way, I guess we're done...but seeing as it's nearly five, I think you deserve a short day. Must have been a long drive up the mountain. You're lodged out of old Molly Wald's house right? Got yourself a bedsit?" Lou rambled as he leaned back in his chair, the old wooden thing squeaking ominously under his weight.
"Excuse me Sheriff, I rather get started on my administrative paperwork. I might only be here for sixteen weeks, but you know how the paper work can pile up." Judy smiled tersely, it was true. Paperwork did pile up, and she didn't want to go into OT to deal with it. Sure OT pay was nice, but not at the cost of eye strain and carpal tunnel...plus she was unsure that she was getting OT. They didn't cover that during orientation back at Precinct 1 .Well at least she wasn't Nick...He hadn't been on time for when they were handing out the assignments.
That was a mistake everyone knew never ever to make.
"Oh, of course. I can show you to your workspace." Lou smiled graciously, not feeling Judy's slightly annoyance. He got up with a grunt and waddled along.
"Now, the main office space is divided up among my deputies and inspector Hammer, and I am fraid to say that all the desks are taken up, but since this was planned all months ago, I had Marigold our receptionist slash admin officer do you up a nice office in the break room." Lou boosted.
Judy nodded, okay, she'd not be getting much work done during break time, but it sounded like she'd be getting a bit of privacy.
The breakroom was spacious, with two tables. One a standard round five seater for the deputies, and the other what appeared to be a wolf's school desk. It was big enough for a rabbit, but the chair was high. There was even a little lamp. Was pretty thoughtful. Judy smiled at that, though she cocked her brow at the typewriter. How quaint.
"Ah, well, sorry to say this Sheriff Beavert-" Judy started.
"Call me Lou." He interrupted.
"Right, Lou, I don't need the type writer. I brought my own laptop. Let me just sign on to the department wi-fi and-" Judy started again.
"We don't internet." Lou interrupted again.
"...okay, in that case. I, ah, I can print direct with a USB off a printer-" Judy tried again.
"We don't have one of those, we have a fax machine?" Lou offered.
"...Is there a Kinkajou's near by?" Judy felt her ears fold back.
"Old Ram Steiner runs the local print shop and Western Union, but he closes at four most days." Lou shrugged, and he gestured towards the typewriter.
"It works well enough, me and the boys just type things with these. Ain't too much of a chore, it's a shame most schools don't teach typing right no more. In any case Judy, I'm headed out. Just have Marigold page me if you need anything." Lou waved off, though he stopped to pull a bottle of cola from the staff fridge. He popped the cap with his teeth and waddled off.
"...how hard could it be?" Judy asked lightly as she went off to get the forms needed.
It turns out, massively hard. Most of the pages couldn't even bend any more...
She'd be express ordering a printer the next morning...though...at least she hadn't been Nick...