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Bridge, Sky and Z had fully expected to be on a shuttle back to Fandom right now. However, this was not to be... ( dun dun duuuun )
Room 317, Friday Afternoon
Jan. 11th, 2008 05:52 pmWhen Z reached room 317 very very late Thursday night, she'd changed into her unfortunate PJs (quietly, so as not to wake Luke) and wrapped up in her blanket to sleep for a very very long time. Then she'd woken up, seen snow out her window, and thought for a brief, horrified moment she was still in Alberta. But no, this was her room. This was her stuff, and Luke's stuff. This was...home.
So she got up, got some food from the Synthetron, and got dressed. And then sat down at her computer, trying to figure out what to do next.
((Open! May go to slowplay!))
So she got up, got some food from the Synthetron, and got dressed. And then sat down at her computer, trying to figure out what to do next.
((Open! May go to slowplay!))
In Which I Am a Lemming
Jan. 4th, 2008 01:07 amIs it can be OOC info post tiem nao?
Okay, so, my characters, in alphabetical order!
( Beaubier, Jean-Paul )
( Delgado, Elizabeth )
( Hopeless-Savage, Skank Zero )
( Rogers, Steve )
( Sparks, Jennifer )
Questions? Comments? Pie? Anybody want to be a TA for either of my teachers?
Okay, so, my characters, in alphabetical order!
( Beaubier, Jean-Paul )
( Delgado, Elizabeth )
( Hopeless-Savage, Skank Zero )
( Rogers, Steve )
( Sparks, Jennifer )
Questions? Comments? Pie? Anybody want to be a TA for either of my teachers?
Z being the only girl and all, she'd somehow rated her own motel room. For privacy or something. She was currently sitting cross-legged in the middle of one of the beds, staring at everything she'd brought with her, spread out on the other bed. Because Z Delgado had just come to an important conclusion.
She wasn't doing this any more.
She just wasn't. This latest thing was just one thing too much. No parents, yeah, okay. Ostracized, used to it. Cop or jail, hey, that one was a no-brainer. Oh, yeah, we accidentally gave you powers, sorry, these things happened. But now there was no accidentally about it. They'd made her to a purpose and then they'd left her on the street. She'd take her chances with 2008, thanks.
Old habits died hard, and even though this was just supposed to be an overnight jaunt, she'd packed for at least a couple of days. You never knew what might happen. But she hadn't brought everything she'd need to run properly. She'd left her favorite jacket, and most of her money, for instance, was still in her underwear drawer back at Fandom High. But she had some, and she had her music player, which she was sure she could pass off as some off brand if she had to pawn it or whatever. It would do, she decided, tossing everything into her backpack. There were always ways to get what she needed.
She took a phone book out of the rickety wood laminate nightstand and paged through it, pausing only briefly in the Ds. She could call them, she thought, hear their voices, but she could also screw with history. Safer not to. Instead, she found the address of the bus station and set off, pausing only at the lobby to hand in her key before heading for the first bus for anywhere away from here.
((NFB, NFI, OOC OK, OMGWTFBBQ.))
She wasn't doing this any more.
She just wasn't. This latest thing was just one thing too much. No parents, yeah, okay. Ostracized, used to it. Cop or jail, hey, that one was a no-brainer. Oh, yeah, we accidentally gave you powers, sorry, these things happened. But now there was no accidentally about it. They'd made her to a purpose and then they'd left her on the street. She'd take her chances with 2008, thanks.
Old habits died hard, and even though this was just supposed to be an overnight jaunt, she'd packed for at least a couple of days. You never knew what might happen. But she hadn't brought everything she'd need to run properly. She'd left her favorite jacket, and most of her money, for instance, was still in her underwear drawer back at Fandom High. But she had some, and she had her music player, which she was sure she could pass off as some off brand if she had to pawn it or whatever. It would do, she decided, tossing everything into her backpack. There were always ways to get what she needed.
She took a phone book out of the rickety wood laminate nightstand and paged through it, pausing only briefly in the Ds. She could call them, she thought, hear their voices, but she could also screw with history. Safer not to. Instead, she found the address of the bus station and set off, pausing only at the lobby to hand in her key before heading for the first bus for anywhere away from here.
((NFB, NFI, OOC OK, OMGWTFBBQ.))
Room 317, Tuesday Evening
Jan. 1st, 2008 08:59 pmZ was definitely not reading smut sitting at her computer when she got mail! Again! Half expecting it to be Dr. Manx yet again, Z opened up her e-mail program.
There was no sender's address. Well, that was odd. Had Z known a little more about computer viruses she might have been loathe to open it, but she didn't, so she clicked it open. The full text of the e-mail was:
Z,
XKA SSIR HAWJDL UXX XN YLLPJ
which might have been spam but they'd gotten her name right. She frowned and forwarded it on to Bridge with the subject line Little creeped out here, then went back to what she'd been doing, giving the e-mail very little thought.
There was no sender's address. Well, that was odd. Had Z known a little more about computer viruses she might have been loathe to open it, but she didn't, so she clicked it open. The full text of the e-mail was:
Z,
XKA SSIR HAWJDL UXX XN YLLPJ
which might have been spam but they'd gotten her name right. She frowned and forwarded it on to Bridge with the subject line Little creeped out here, then went back to what she'd been doing, giving the e-mail very little thought.
Room 317, Saturday Evening
Dec. 29th, 2007 10:15 pmZ was reading Yuletide fics poking around on her computer when the "You've got mail!" box popped up.
...oh, look. It was from Kat. Again. Z was really starting to wonder what they'd done to garner so much attention from the head of SPD Earth's science division this semester. She sighed and picked up the phone tohandwavily notify Bridge.
...oh, look. It was from Kat. Again. Z was really starting to wonder what they'd done to garner so much attention from the head of SPD Earth's science division this semester. She sighed and picked up the phone to
Room 317, Monday Night
Dec. 17th, 2007 10:42 pmZ had her Alternative Tactics notes, and was frantically reading them in an attempt to commit them to memory.
The Z sitting next to her had her 15 Ways... notes, and was frantically reading them in an attempt to commit them to memory.
Both of them would very much welcome a distraction.
((Door and post are open!))
The Z sitting next to her had her 15 Ways... notes, and was frantically reading them in an attempt to commit them to memory.
Both of them would very much welcome a distraction.
((Door and post are open!))
Room 317, Thursday Afternoon
Nov. 1st, 2007 04:53 pmZ was goofing around on her computer, downloading hip-hop with bad grammar, when a window popped up announcing new mail.
( Who could it be? )
Well, that had been weird.
((Door and post are open! Officer Blake is Z's in-jokey NPC parole officer (the in-joke being that Commander Cruger, Z and Bridge's boss, once called their teammate Sky Tate 'Cadet Blake.'))
( Who could it be? )
Well, that had been weird.
((Door and post are open! Officer Blake is Z's in-jokey NPC parole officer (the in-joke being that Commander Cruger, Z and Bridge's boss, once called their teammate Sky Tate 'Cadet Blake.'))
Third Floor Hallway, Late Friday Night
Oct. 6th, 2007 01:20 am"That was great," Z said as she and Jamie approached the door to room 317 after a Homecoming dance of punch and dancing and two-person conga. "I had a great time. And look, my toes are still intact," she added, gesturing to her boots.
Room 317, Saturday Afternoon
Sep. 29th, 2007 05:14 pmThe girl who lived in 317 was, like many people today, a bit confused. She'd woken up (again like many people today) not knowing who she was, but a dig through her things had unearthed a pile of letters from someone named 'Z' to someone named 'Jack' who was in jail. And she'd found a lot of uniforms in her closet. She assumed she was Jack, and they were prison uniforms of some sort. This didn't look like a jail cell, though, though she wasn't even sure how she knew what a jail cell looked like. A halfway house of some sort, maybe? She wasn't sure she trusted the look of the robot-thingy.
If anyone came by room 317, they would find the door open and 'Jack' peering out, wondering if it was okay for her to go outside.
((Open!))
If anyone came by room 317, they would find the door open and 'Jack' peering out, wondering if it was okay for her to go outside.
((Open!))
Room 317, Sunday Evening
Sep. 2nd, 2007 09:07 pmZ was poking around on her computer, watching So You Think You Can Dance vids on YouTube (as you do) when a new e-mail message popped up.
From Dr. Manx.
Z immediately picked up her phone andhandwavily called Bridge.
From Dr. Manx.
Z immediately picked up her phone and
Room 317, Wednesday Evening
Aug. 1st, 2007 11:15 pmZ was in her room. Her co-ed room. Which she was blatantly not in the process of moving out of. In fact, she seemed to have strewn her (still kind of meager) possessions around her side of the room as much as possible, as if to stake her claim. Though the bra hanging off the corner of her computer monitor might have been a bit much.
Z was sitting at said computer, ignoring the bra, as it wasn't blocking more than a tiny bit of the screen, and attempting to make a list of things she could do to be citizenshippy for Advanced Scouting. Also, possibly, illegally downloading music. Shh don't tell Cruger.
((Door and post are open!))
Z was sitting at said computer, ignoring the bra, as it wasn't blocking more than a tiny bit of the screen, and attempting to make a list of things she could do to be citizenshippy for Advanced Scouting. Also, possibly, illegally downloading music. Shh don't tell Cruger.
((Door and post are open!))
Room 317, Early Monday Morning
Jul. 2nd, 2007 12:49 amUpon arriving back in her very own dorm room, Z tossed her duffel bag into a corner, made a quick phone call, then collapsed on her bed facedown and fully dressed. Beautiful bed. She was out like a light within seconds.
((Establishy, but open to the roommate if he wants.))
((Establishy, but open to the roommate if he wants.))
She slammed through the doors and out into the parking lot just in time to see the girl hop into a car full of other teenagers and drive off. With her bag. The part of her that had been planning to be a cop after high school screamed at her to get the license plate number, but it was obscured by snow.
Z stood there, up to her bare ankles in fresh snow... for a long moment before she turned back toward the truck stop.
The truck stop that wasn't there. There was nothing anywhere, in any direction, but the snow and the cold. She was alone.
And then she wasn't.
"Looking for me?"
Z turned to find Jack, standing there, looking at her with dark angry eyes. "Jack!" she exclaimed. "Oh my God, Jack!" She flung herself at him--and her arms went right through him. He stepped away and solidified again. Still angry, still so, so angry. "Jack?"
"You left me," he told her. "You were supposed to be my sister. You and me against them all. And you just left me."
"I had to take a chance," she insisted, but she knew it wasn't good enough. "I had to--I. I'm sorry," she sobbed, sliding to her knees in the snow. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry's not good enough," Jack told her. He began to fade away.
"Wait--Jack--no! Don't leave me here!" He was gone. But one last word drifted back to her on the cutting wind:
"Freak."
Z stood there, up to her bare ankles in fresh snow... for a long moment before she turned back toward the truck stop.
The truck stop that wasn't there. There was nothing anywhere, in any direction, but the snow and the cold. She was alone.
And then she wasn't.
"Looking for me?"
Z turned to find Jack, standing there, looking at her with dark angry eyes. "Jack!" she exclaimed. "Oh my God, Jack!" She flung herself at him--and her arms went right through him. He stepped away and solidified again. Still angry, still so, so angry. "Jack?"
"You left me," he told her. "You were supposed to be my sister. You and me against them all. And you just left me."
"I had to take a chance," she insisted, but she knew it wasn't good enough. "I had to--I. I'm sorry," she sobbed, sliding to her knees in the snow. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry's not good enough," Jack told her. He began to fade away.
"Wait--Jack--no! Don't leave me here!" He was gone. But one last word drifted back to her on the cutting wind:
"Freak."
Chimera A4, Monday Evening
May. 28th, 2007 08:15 pmAfter a quick trip to Jeff, God of Biscuits, Z sat cross-legged on her bunk with a cupcake with two candles stuck in it, singing softly to herself.
"Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday, dear me,
Happy birthday to me."
Then she made a wish, blew out the candles, and ate the cupcake.
((Open to Chimera cabin peoples or peoples with a good reason to be in Chimera cabin!))
"Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday, dear me,
Happy birthday to me."
Then she made a wish, blew out the candles, and ate the cupcake.
((Open to Chimera cabin peoples or peoples with a good reason to be in Chimera cabin!))
