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May. 28th, 2015 03:17 pm
multiplez: (Let's be serious.)
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multiplez: (doubtful Z)
Z was bored.

This was never good.

She'd tried everything: reading a magazine, looking for stupid people on the internet, listening to music. Nothing held her interest for more than twelve seconds. Also, Syd was listening to her own CD without headphones like the the enormous narcissist she was back in their room, and seriously, that was a form of torture if ever Z had seen one. It had also made listening to her own music problematic. So now she was in the common room, both trying to not look bored so Cruger wouldn't come up with something for her to do and looking for other people to entertain her.

...anyone? Bueller?

((Open to those in Newtech City and those with phones and/or internets!))
multiplez: (Z says huh?)
"Wait, wait," Ghost said as they walked back to headquarters from a Triforian food run that had turned into 'let's just eat here,' "does this count as a date where nothing went wrong?"

"I think that depends on whether this counts as a date, first off," Z pointed out.

"We went for food that didn't come out of a Synthetron," he said. "Which, considering that some of our dates have involved food from the Synthetron, is above the minimum standard, aaaand I've been spending too much time around Bridge. And I paid. So I think it was a date. On which nothing went wrong." That was about when she socked him in the arm. "Ow!"

"You can't say things like that," she argued. "We're not back to base yet! You're gonna jinx it!"

"I'm not jinxing it!" he protested, laughing.

"You so are!" That was about when an alarm went off a block or so away. "See?"

"You can I told you so me later," he said, and promised her as she reached for her communicator to call it in, "One day I'm totally going to take you on a date where nothing goes wrong."

"Lies," she said fondly, and then they took off running toward the crisis, as Power Rangers were wont to do.
multiplez: (Z with car.  Fear!)
Another day, another patrol in the Jeep. With Syd. At least she was letting Z get a word in edgewise this time, but Z was pretty sure that was because she felt bad for her. She'd filed for today off weeks ago, after all. It wasn't that she made a big deal of birthdays because that had been both impossible and pointless for most of her life, but still. "Do you think at some point Cruger will, like, actually let me take a day off when I request one? I mean, I wouldn't mind so much if he'd just cut me a check for all the vacation time I never get to use or something."

"Look on the bright side!" Syd suggested. "Maybe he sent you on patrol so they could set up a fabulous surprise party back at the base."

"Did he?"

"No," Syd admitted. "But he could have!"

"Thanks, Syd," Z said sarcastically. "That makes me feel so much better."

Birthdays could bite her.
multiplez: (Z is a sad panda.)
Z was pretty sure Cruger didn't actually pay attention to his Rangers', like, feelings, or he probably would have figured out Z and Ghost were dating by now, in flagrant violation of the fraternization regs. She was kind of surprised Kat hadn't clued him in by now, and downright shocked Sky hadn't. Not that she was complaining, just, Sky made grumbly noises when she and Ghost even stood close to each other, but he hadn't ratted them out yet.

So, anyway, yeah, Cruger didn't pay attention to his Rangers' feelings on each other, so she was pretty sure he wasn't punishing her for some unknown transgression when he assigned her to patrol with Syd. It just felt like it. At least in their room she could put on her headphones or walk out. This? This was eight hours trapped in a Jeep as a captive audience.

"So I was at this party, right..."

How? How did Syd find time to have a social life?

"And then she said..."

Z would kind of like to die now. "Aliens can attack any time now," she muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Turn left up here. There's a doughnut shop. We're due for a break, and I feel like embracing the cliche." And like sugar and carbs would allow her to not strangle the blonde.
multiplez: (date dress)
Z's Valentine's Day date with Ghost had started off great. She had a sparkly, skimpy dress, she had a cute guy, and she had plans for dinner, dessert, and...after dessert. Ahem.

Then someone yelled, "Stop, thief," and a Triforian sprinted past them carrying a woman's purse. Z was wearing three-inch heels, and unlike certain pink Rangers she could name, she couldn't run in them, so she let Ghost do the running down the criminal. Followed by the tackling of said criminal into a pile of garbage, followed by the ceremonial Filling Out of the Paperwork. Apparently there was even more paperwork than usual (which Z honestly hadn't thought was possible) when you were off-duty and accompanied by a co-worker in a sparkly, skimpy dress.

It was after ten when they reconvened in Ghost's room. He was freshly showered and wearing sweats, and Z was still wearing her sparkly dress, because this was still her Valentine's Day, dammit. Valentine's Day dinner? That would be Chinese takeout and a bag of M&Ms.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Z," Ghost said with a wry grin.

She grinned back at him and said, "Shut up and eat your lo mein."

Hey, it could have been worse.
multiplez: (headphones on)
Z had her headphones up to eardrum-damaging levels and she could still hear Syd whining at her agent about some event she was supposed to go to, but she had patrol. Z seriously did not care. One, saving the freaking world was more important than watching musicians congratulate each other and two, the day of the ceremony or concert or whatever the hell it was happened to be Z's day off. Z would be giving up her day off over her dead body. It also happened to be Ghost's day off, and they hadn't had an actual date in way too long.

"Don't you think so, Z?" made it through the bass line thumping directly into her ears. Z kept her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. She was too smart to engage. "Z? So anyway," and then the chatter resumed without any input from Z whatsoever.

She could not kill her roommate. She could not. They lived in a police station--sort of. She would totally be caught. And as long as she kept telling herself that, they might all live to see tomorrow.

None of the boys had to share a room. Stupid Bridge, being married. Stupid Ghost, being red Ranger. Stupid Sky, being...Sky. Syd was still talking.

Z sat up suddenly. "I have to get out of here."

"But we're on call!" Syd protested.

Z held up her communicator. "So call me. I have to get out of here." And she fled. She didn't know where she was going, but the other options were bloodshed and screaming. Syd made her appreciate Luke so much more.

((Establishy!))
multiplez: (Let's be serious.)
The thing about being a cop was that crime didn't take holidays. The thing about working for the alien police was that most aliens didn't celebrate Christmas anyway. So December twenty-fifth was kind of a big day for them. Every alien at SPD Earth--except Ghost, whose mother had exported Christmas to his unpronounceable planet, and whose presence was therefore required for presents under whatever they had instead of a Christmas tree--was pressed into service. Unfortunately, they were Terran-majority here, so they were still shorthanded. And then along came Z, who could be in multiple places at once and didn't have a family to go to on Christmas, and Cruger saw the answer to half his personnel problem.

Okay, Z was sure it hadn't been as mercenary as that, but. She and her replicates had been manning the command center singlehandedly since eight AM, since sending a bunch of her on patrol was risky, as if one got hurt they'd all be compromised. She was pretty much expecting sensory overload when she reabsorbed them all, she was tired and hungry, which resorption of her replicates was only going to increase exponentially, and the people who were supposed to relieve her of duty were late.

Whatever. She was getting paid accordingly, which meant she'd been able to afford some really kickin' Christmas and Chanukah presents. It all worked out.

((Establishy, but open to Newtechers and for calls and such!))
multiplez: (Z with car.  Fear!)
Z had lost track of what Ghost was saying about five minutes prior. It was just sound now. That, combined with her total distraction, meant she was probably the least effective patrol officer in the history of SPD. Plus, her uniform was really hot and itchy. That made this decision easy.

"So then he said--"

"Stop the Jeep."

"What?"

"Stop the Jeep."

"Is there crime?"

"No, just stop the car. Here," she said, pointing to a conveniently located alley. "Stop the car here."

If the Jeep is rocking... )
multiplez: (Let's be serious.)
A call echoed through the corridors of SPD Earth Headquarters: "KAT! Kat, we need to talk." Dr. Katherine Manx looked up from her work just in time to see four of Earth's most valiant defenders walk in. The girls were in the lead, and they looked--well, like they'd just had a six-hour patrol shift in the Jeep to work themselves up about something. Sky looked nervous. Ghost looked amused, but that was pretty much par for the course with Ghost.

"Kat, just so you know," Sky began, "I have no part of this, they made me come--"

"Sky," Syd said warningly, and Sky shut his mouth.

"Is there a problem, cadets?" Kat asked, leaning forward in her best 'I am here to help you and listen to your concerns' pose.

"Yeah, there's a problem," Z said. "We need to talk about the uniforms )

Everyone denied accountability for the heat lamp designed for terrariums that appeared on Cruger's desk later that day, but Kat had her suspects.
multiplez: (trying to study)
Z was sacked out on the common room couch with a bag of chips and an Angelica Demesnes novel. Life was good.

...or it was until Ghost became visible, leaning over the back of the couch, and asked her, "Whatcha readin'?"

"None of your business," she said, trying to hide the book. "You know it's actually kind of creepy when you do that."

He shrugged and snatched the book from her. "Not my problem. Fire Opals, by Angelica Demesnes." He repeated, incredulous, "Angelica Demesnes?"

"This one hadn't been released when I left Fandom," Z said, snatching it back from him. "Actually..." she did some fast relative math in her head. "I don't think it's been released now. But anyway, I haven't read it yet, and it's not great literature, but it's entertaining, so bite me." Ghost clicked his teeth at her, and she snickered.

"Have you eaten dinner yet?" Z gestured wordlessly to her bag of chips, and Ghost rolled his eyes. "Delgado, that is not dinner. Come on. Come get some food that isn't junk or from a synthetron with me. You can defend your girl book some more."

"Girl book??" He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Oh, you are on, mister." Her eyes glowed briefly, and a Z replicate stood up and left the common room.

"Where are you going?" Ghost asked as Z stood up to join him.

"To get the other books, so I can tell you about them." Ghost began to realize what he'd let himself in for, and groaned. Z just grinned.
multiplez: (jazz hands)
Z had had a long day of fighting crime--by which she meant 'driving around in a Jeep on patrol, and finding no crime.' Shut up, that Jeep didn't even have an MP3 player, and also her butt was kind of numb. She needed to unwind. She needed a manicure and a pedicure.

Now, for most girls, that would mean either shelling out some cash or contorting themselves and swearing. But Z wasn't most girls, and sometimes superpowers actually came in handy. One Z replicate was painting her toenails, a second her fingernails, and a third had gone to Synthetron up some pie a la mode.

Syd entered the room, stared at the Zs for a moment, and, of course, complained. "That is so unfair."

"You can turn your fingernail clippings into diamonds," Z chorused. "Don't tell us about unfair."

"...and also creepy. Ew." Syd fled just as the last replicate returned with the pie.

Oh, yeah. Life was good.
multiplez: (Z's just resting her eyes.)
Sure, it was a holiday, but someone had to patrol. Luckily, that was finally over. Z collapsed into one of the common room sofas with a sigh bordering on a groan and threw her feet up on the table. Who cared if there was a rule about it? Her feet hurt.

After a few seconds, she heard someone say, "There you are!" and cracked open one eye to look at Ghost. He hadn't made it out for Thanksgiving, either, but in his case it was more a matter of distance.

The Ghost of Thanksgiving Present )
multiplez: (happy shiny Z)
There were times Z missed Fandom High. When she was getting shot at or having cars thrown at her or doing the obstacle course, for instance. That stuff only happened in Fandom like, once every couple of months, not once a week. And Luke had been a much better roommate than Syd.

There were other times Z didn't miss the past at all. Like right now, hanging out and reading old articles on the frenzy surrounding the release of that teen vampire movie and laughing her head off. Sometimes distance was a good thing.

((Open for whatever!))
multiplez: (headphones on)
The door to 317 stood open. Inside, its lone occupant was flipping through magazines and trying, as per usual these days, to ignore the empty side of the room.

It was lonely without Luke and Artoo. Z would be glad to be distracted.

((Open!))
multiplez: (mouth full)
Z stuck up a note to her cabinmates next to a sign-up sheet in the living room. The note read:

read me )
multiplez: (OOC fairy)
Getting in ever so slightly ahead of the rush, I hope.

*refreshes friendslist*

...getting in somewhat after the beginning of the rush, then.

Punk Means Cuddle: Zero )

Zero to Hero in No Time Flat: Z )

What If We Make Reason an Act of Treason: Steve )

The Former Evil Gay Zombie Mutant Speedster Ninja...No, Really: Jean-Paul )

The Spirit of the Twentieth Century: Jenny )

Attack of the Clone: Alex )

Questions? Comments? Muffins?
multiplez: (OOC fairy)
I spent four days on Santorini in June of 2005. It was awesome and I loved every minute of it, the island is gorgeous and I love it wildly, but basically, here I am to be your helpful resource for the duration of our stay!

And now, a brief guide to the island without having to go through all those websites Karal linked yesterday. Though you should totally read those too. :D

Santorini in Ten Minutes: Your Island and You )

I hope y'all find some of this information helpful. I will be available for questions via the comments here, e-mail, or IM for the duration of our stay. Enjoy your stay by beautiful virtual Santorini!
multiplez: (happy shiny Z)
Z had no children. But after a run to Turtle and Canary, Z had Cheetos and candy. She also had stolen pixie extra credit booze in her sock drawer, music, and an open door. Any kids who came in her room were so getting sugared up. She was nice like that. Their parents probably wouldn't think so, but what did Z care? She was kid-free!

(Open!))
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