Monday Evening, Room 317

[multiplez]

On her way back from her workshop on lying, Z found a package waiting for her in the dorm lobby. The return address was SPD's headquarters in Newtech City, so she figured it was her new computer. She carried it up to her room and opened it up. The package contained not only a shiny new laptop with all the trimmings, but also a synthetron. Which she hadn't asked for, but hey, not having to pay for food was a good thing.

The door was open, and anyone wandering past would find packing peanuts strewn across the room and Z attempting to hook up her new electronics or puzzling over the synthetron's manual, as her copy was not in English, but rather Sirian, which bore more than a passing resemblance to Japanese.

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[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Z!" Conner poked his head in on the way down the hall. "Did a styrofoam factory explode in here?"

[multiplez]

"Hey, Conner! Look, I got stuff!"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Shiny stuff, too," Conner noted. "Nice. I recognize the laptop, but what's that thing?"

[multiplez]

"It's a synthetron. It makes food." Z frowned at the manual, which she'd tossed on the floor in a fit of pique. "Or, it will make food. Unfortunately, the manual is in Gibberish or something."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Did you write home about the school cafeteria?" asked Conner. He picked up the manual and boggled at it. "If we can ever find a Gibberish-to-English dictionary, I might be knocking on your door a lot."

[multiplez]

"No, I don't want to complain. I'm lucky to be here, you know. But I will be asking for a manual that makes sense. Stop by any time."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Maybe if I scan this," Conner mused, turning the manual sideways and looking at it again, "I can send it to Ethan and he can run that translator program of his on it? You don't think there's an ancient curse in the instructions, do you?"

[multiplez]

"Oh, that would be awesome if it worked!" Z frowned at the book and said, "I don't know. Do your people consider pancakes a threat?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Well, I don't remember anything in all of Doctor O's Ranger archives about threatening pancakes . . ."

[multiplez]

"Really? There have been threatening everything elses, though."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Including giant pizzas, yes. Pancakes wouldn't be much of a stretch. But where are you going to find anyone else who'll believe that, outside of Angel Grove or Reefside or Newtech City?" Conner paused. "Or Blue Bay Harbor, or Mariner Bay, or Silver Hills, or even the Lost Galaxy."

He sighed. "Yeah. Okay, pancakes could definitely be a threat."

[multiplez]

"I'm pretty sure SPD wouldn't send me a manual with threatening pancakes, though. Did you ever wonder how the Lost Galaxy got lost?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Maybe it took a wrong turn at the Cimmerian Planet?"

[multiplez]

"It's possible. Everyone knows galaxies are notoriously bad with directions."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"And now I'm wondering if it just refused to pull over at the nearest gas station and ask or something," Conner said. "Anyway, I should probably go see what Anders is up to, so I'm gonna get going. Let me know if you want me to have Ethan translate that thing for you, okay?"

[multiplez]

"Okay, thanks. Say hi to Anders for me, will you?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Will do. Have fun with the laptop," Conner replied, heading out. "Night, Z!"