Late Tuesday Night, Dorm Computer Lab

[multiplez]

To: anubiscruger@spacepatroldelta.gov
From: elizabeth.delgado@fandomhigh.net
Subject: Checking In

Sir,

I am taking classes in First Aid, Karate, and Scoobying, which seems to be a sort of slang term for teamwork. I hope these choices meet with your approval. I have met my roommate, who seems to be a nice young woman, and survived two weeks in cabins (They have mosquitos here, sir. It was terrible.).

Also, Cadet Carson is a ferret and I swear that this is in no way my fault. He's a very cute ferret, though. If that helps.

Sincerely,
Cadet Delgado

Comments

[multiplez]

"That I don't have a computer. Especially not a 2021 model. Sydney Drew's a pop star where I come from. And model. And star athlete. Also, she's apparently my teammate at SPD."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker blinked at the first part, then tilted her head at the second. "Okay, so, can she multiply herself the way you can? I'm not seeing how it's possible to be All That without it. And maybe your commander has Alzheimer's?"

[multiplez]

"Um, no, she can't. She's just...incredible, I guess. And Commander Cruger's all right, just absent-minded."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"At least he's not blaming you for Bridge, it sounds like." Parker shook her head. "Right. I'm going back to my room, and emailing the mad genius from there. Talk to you later, Z."

[multiplez]

"See you later, Parker." Z turned back to her computer and debated clicking the 'RPS' link. Maybe this was some achievement of Cadet Drew's she hadn't heard about before. And Z did need to be well-informed about her teammates...