Hi! Dude, I'm not here. Uh, obviously, because if I was here, you'd be talking to me and not this silly recording... um. Right. Anyway, if you need me, leave a message here- I'm sure I'll remember to check this thing regularily. Or at least, I'll try t- *muffled crashing noises* RIC! Get down from th *BEEP*

Another day, another giant robot. Not to mention that whole "pretending Boom was the Orange Ranger to impress his parents" thing. Which would explain why there's currently a Bridge faceplanted on the couch in his quarters, thinking about how Disneyland would've been so much more awesome than this. Then again, if he and Z had gone to Disneyland, the others might've had a hard time without them, which would've resulted in way worse badness in the long run, so. Yes.

[ooc: expecting a phonecaaaaall, but open.]

Yesterday, Bridge had been a girl (and at least the B-Squad Ranger uniforms didn't have the pointless skirts, thank god).

Today? Today he was a ferret.

For no reason at all that he could discern.

[ooc: LOOK IT IS LUAU TRADITION OKAY?]

The nice thing about having a Synthetron is that when one has a craving for, say, cupcakes or buttery toast in the middle of the night it's not a big deal to make that happen.

Which is precisely why Bridge is sitting at the kitchen table right now with a stack of buttery toast, two cupcakes, and a glass of milk.

[warning: ooc: establishy, but open, sure?]

Neither Bridge nor Xander had really noticed anything strange about the past few days.

Which is not to say they hadn't been affected exactly, just that there wasn't enough of a departure from their usual, er, routine, for either of them to entertain the possibility of Fandom Weirdness or other strangeness going on.

And that brings us to Friday night, post giant-robot-battle, where Bridge is rather briskly stalking through the hallways of SPD HQ and throwing open the door to his and Xander's quarters, muttering "Please be home, please be home, please be- Xander, please say you're home?" that last was maybe a bit plaintive. Juuust a bit.

[ooc: for le husband!]

"Personally?" Syd says, examining her nails thoughtfully. "I'm looking forward to getting some work done on my tan."

Ghost is practically bouncing as he comes in to the Common Room.

"Why are *you* so chipper?" Sky asks, eyeing him skeptically.

"Well, Sky," Ghost says, flopping down on a couch. "With Shadow Ranger here, I can just sit back, relax, and go with the flow."

"We still have to be ready for battle," Sky retorts sternly. Bridge just rolls his eyes.

"Sky," Ghost says, shaking his head. "You saw how strong Shadow Ranger was in the sim."

"Yeah," Z adds. "What's to worry about?"

"Guess you're right," Sky admits, putting down his book. "With Shadow Ranger here, we're golden." As if to emphasize how *relaxed* he is, he unzips his jacket a whole two inches.

Bridge shakes his head. Someone clearly needs to learn how to do a proper Shirtless Friday.

[ooc: for the teammate(s), but open for husband-shaped-people or phone calls.]

Yes, Bridge's birthday was three days ago. Turns out Gruumm didn't really care. Or maybe he did, and that's why his gift was a giant robot sent to wreak havoc on the city.

In any case, Xander and Bridge's plans for the day were postponed until both their schedules allowed for a day off. Which is today.

Thanksgiving had been... well, slightly awkward, with nearly all of the hosts avoiding each other, but still good in the sense of getting to see everyone. Well, almost everyone, anyway.

But now! Now it is Xander's birthday and birthdays, of course, merit non-Synthetron food and so Bridge and Xander are going out for dinner.

[ooc: for the birthday-having husband!]

Taking a cue from saltandammo (read as "totally stealing her idea"), if you would like a Christmas/Holiday card from me please comment here! Comments are screened, despite the presence of visible comments, because SOME PEOPLE THINK THEY ARE FUNNY. *sticks tongue out*

So, the Carson household (to use the term loosely, since it's definitely not a house and not really even an apartment to be honest) is now officially one with dual-income, no kids. Well, unless the new-and-improved, now-in-more-locations-than-ever-before Fandom weirdness struck again the way it did a couple of days ago.

Part of Bridge is actually kind of disappointed it skipped him. Not that he's gonna admit that.

"I miss having space," he comments randomly. Of course, his dorm room hadn't been bigger than their present quarters... but then, he'd practically moved out of the dorms in all but name only long before he'd actually left Fandom.

[ooc: also open for phone calls/teammates/what have you]