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Z had had a genius idea. After a quick raid on the art supply closet, she had set the kids to making sock puppets for Artoo's sock puppet show--which he was just so thrilled about, really. Paris had painted her entire sock pink before she began decorating it, while somehow managing not to get any paint on her. "S'my superpower," she said with a shrug, and Z wished she'd gotten that power. Wraith was helping Toby, as things with glue on them tended to stick to his gloves, and JD was focused on making his sock look as much like a red Power Ranger as possible. Kimmy's sock sat half-finished, as she'd started making fun of Paris's all-pink sock and had to go into time out again. Anyway, they only needed two sock puppets.

"Okay, guys," she said when she judged the socks more-or-less done. "Let's go clean up and take showers, and then we'll watch Artoo's show before bed, okay?" She created a replicate to clean up the art supplies scattered across her floor and, maybe, to try to get that paint out of the curtain before it set.

"But Mommy," Toby said in a worried voice, holding up his hands for inspection, "these aren't my shower gloves!"

"I know, buddy, but we'll have to make do," Z sighed as she ushered the kids toward the bathroom.

Z woke up to the sound of pounding. Not just in her head, although that was pretty bad, too. No, this pounding was coming from outside. "Hang on!" she yelled as she tugged on her uniform. Had Luke locked himself out? No, he could always just Forcepick the lock or something. Maybe it was Bridge.

She flung the door open and said, "What??" Then she realized there was nothing there and looked down. At five children.

The tallest, a boy in a red and grey baseball shirt, said, "Hi, Mom!"

Oh, it was too early in the morning for this.

After reading her back e-mails and wtfing at all that had gone on in her absence, Z fired off an e-mail of her own to the student body.

To: Students ALL
From: Elizabeth Delgado (elizabeth.delgado@fandomhigh.edu)
Subject: RE: ( Important Student Information )

In room 317, Z was packing up her stuff and wishing Cruger had been more specific. Did she need to bring all her stuff? Just a few uniforms? How long were they going to be gone, anyway?

((Open!))

Just posting this as kind of a general heads-up. Bridge and Z were supposed to get kidnapped today (apparently it's a theme). In fact, Bridge and Z were kidnapped today, we just haven't played it out yet because I had no power all evening, and now our baddie has had to get offline. ):

So, it totally happened, Bridge and Z are nowhere to be found, and we're working on getting the actual scene up but bear with us. Thanks!

*resumes huddling under blankets and waiting for heater to warm apartment back up*

After returning from the clinic and making sure Bridge got back to his room all right, Z forced herself to take a hot shower and take double the recommended dose of Tylenol. She set the Tylenol bottle and a bottle of water on her bedside table before stealing Luke's blankets, knowing the additional heat would help, and trying to sleep. This was hard, as she was one big bruise. Her various replicates had all been only slightly battered, but it added up.

Of course, when she woke up Sunday morning, she was one big muscle cramp. "Ow," she whimpered, curling up into a ball as she groped for more Tylenol.

She didn't know why she was doing this, other than a sudden attack of something like homesickness. But Z sat down at her desk, fired up her computer, and started typing a letter she would never send.

Dear Jack,

And then she didn't know what to say next. 'You're a moron and I miss you'? 'Holy cow, this school is chock-full of Power Rangers'? It wasn't like it mattered anyway, so after staring at the screen for about ten minutes, she sighed, deleted the document, and went back to pirating music.

Gosh, she hoped SPD wasn't monitoring her computer...

((Door is closed, post is open.))

All in one post because I love your friendslists and want them to prosper.

( On Skank Zero Hopeless-Savage )

( On Z Delgado )

( On Miho )

( On Yomiko Readman )

Z was busily taking down the newspaper articles she'd spent Saturday afternoon taping up on the walls of her side of the room when a light on her computer started flashing. "Incoming transmission," a cheerful female voice announced, and Z squeaked and grabbed for her SPD uniform jacket, throwing it on over her t-shirt and fastening it as fast as she could. Then she sat down, yanked off her hat and smoothed her hair, and hit the enter key on her keyboard.

( Who could be calling? )

Z sighed and put her head down on her desk. "Great. Just great." She wondered what would happen if she didn't show up. After a few minutes of feeling sorry for herself, she got up and went back to cleaning off her walls. No use worrying about stuff she couldn't change.

((OOC: Open for interaction. The door is closed, but knock and she'll answer.))