bridge_carson


You see things; and you say, 'Why?'

But I dream things that never were; and I say 'Why not?'


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New Year's Eve, December 31st, 2025
So the plan had been to catch a portal to Fandom's New Years Eve party.

Unfortunately, the plan hadn't accounted for Conner and his former teammates showing up in the future as part of Broodwing's scheme to get them to work for him. Which worked... about as well as you'd expect, really. Anyway, then they'd had to explain how Bridge and Z seemed to know Conner as more than just "a former Ranger who went on to create an awesome soccer camp for kids" and by the time that was all done, the portal had been well and thoroughly missed, and ordering a last minute portal on New Years' Eve? Not happening.

So instead there was an exciting evening of watching old movies in the common room and hoping the bad guys would take the rest of the night off.

[ooc: open for anyone who might be in Newtech, or phone calls/emails/etc]

Jen wasn't in Newtech City, nor was she in 2025. Jen was, for that matter, nowhere near New Year's Eve where and when she was at the moment.

Did that stop her from calling? Not really, no.

She hoped she was calculating the time properly . . .

Oh, hey, his phone was totally ringing!

"Carson," he said, flicking the phone open without checking the caller ID. Logically he knew that any official communication would be far more likely to arrive via his Delta Morpher (or, since they were actually in HQ, the loudspeakers), but habits were habits.


"Scotts here. Are the bad guys taking the night off?" asked Jen.

Over the sudden noise of a . . . large mechanical-sounding animal swooping overhead. Don't ask.

"So far so good," Bridge reported. "There was a... thing, earlier, where the Dino Thunder Rangers showed up, but it's been taken care o- was that a large mechanical animal I just heard?" Look, he was a Power Ranger. 'Large mechanical animals' were almost commonplace.

Jen was a Power Ranger too, but Eric was the only weird one who had an animal Zord out of her team, okay?

"It was. A Zord, actually," Jen told him, and remembered not to ask him which thing with the Dino Thunder Rangers it had been. (Kind of a shame; she always wanted to ask why the hell they'd broken the circle two seconds after spending a minute and a half yelling about how no one was going to get inside said circle.) "Hi from 2002! The Animarium is a lot weirder in person."

Z was totally not asleep on Ghost's shoulder as midnight approached. Totally.

...okay, she was. Someone should probably wake her up?

Someone was casually throwing bits of popcorn at Z's head, seeing how many he could lodge in her hair.

Hey, it was... likely to wake her up eventually? Maybe?

Ghost, shaking with repressed laughter, was letting him, because he was clearly a terrible boyfriend. Z occasionally reached up to bat at whatever was irritating her, but slept on.

So the answer to the question 'how many popcorn pieces can be lodged in Z's hair' would seem to be 'a lot.' Oh, dear.

At least it was just regular popcorn (buttery, though, of course) and not caramel? That would be a level of cruelty Bridge just wasn't willing to sink to.

He was, however, going to aim this particular piece of popcorn right at her nose.

That woke her up. "Huh, what?" she said, straightening up and rubbing at her nose.

...why were people laughing at her?

"It's a good thing Gruumm would never attack us via popcorn, or you'd be doomed," Bridge informed her solemnly.

Z looked betrayed at him. "Now you've jinxed it." He would totally do that next week. Just wait and see.

"A Power Ranger should always be prepared," Bridge recited, tossing another popcorn kernel at her.

Okay, technically that motto was probably copyrighted by the Boy Scouts or something, but it still applied.

Sky was nodding sagely, so it probably went both ways. Z plucked a popcorn kernel out of her hair and threw it at him, rolling her eyes when it bounced off a shield, and then winged another one at Bridge.

Haha, he hadn't realized he was giving her ammo, had he?

The answer to the question "how many pieces of popcorn can be lodged in Xander's belly" had yet to be determined by modern science, even fifteen minutes years into the future.

He was, however, currently conducting intensive research into the subject as he sprawled on the floor near Bridge's feet.

For SCIENCE.

"I'm fairly sure 2026 will still have popcorn, if you were worried," Bridge teased.

"Well, duh. But what if it's better popcorn? We need to get rid of this stuff to make room for it!"

Xander's logic was better than your earth logic.

"It's all assembled from the same particles," Bridge pointed out.

He didn't mean it in an existential sense or anything; it was just that, well. They had a Synthetron!

Xander pursed his lips and frowned at the popcorn bowl, then tossed a kernel up at Bridge's head. "You could make a New Year's resolution to program us tastier popcorn."

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