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

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

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B-Squad Common Room, SPD HQ, [Evening, Feb 6th 2027]
Sometimes saving the world meant going out in your giant robot and destroying evil alien monsters before their giant robots had a chance to totally trash the city you lived in.

And sometimes... sometimes it meant filling out paperwork. In triplicate. That you'd been avoiding for at least four months (to be fair, a couple of those weeks had been because the universe had ceased to exist, but like Bridge could tell anyone that).

Being a Power Ranger didn't come with any fancy perks like a desk to do this sort of stuff on, so Bridge had set up camp in the common room, papers spread in what looked like a haphazard manner all around the coffee table. If you asked, he'd tell you it was a highly sophisticated filing system.

In truth it was really more of a piling system.

[ooc: open for fellow future-dwellers as well as calls, texts, emails, carrier pigeons, smoke signals, and singing telegrams.]

"Whoa," Z said when she came into the common room and saw all the papers. "How far behind are you?"

One of the perks of being able to copy yourself was never falling into this trap.

"You remember that time that I dreamed that we fought three robots and then we did fight three robots?" Bridge asked. "That far behind."

Z stared at him for a moment, then her eyes flashed yellow and one of her sat down next to Bridge while the other one went to get coffee. "Okay, how can I help?"

Bridge grinned at her. "I'd ask if you can forge my signature, but on second thought, I don't wanna know. Those there," he gestured to a pile that looked as if it might fall off the dge of the table any second now, "just need a checkmark in subsection C, part 6." Or was it subsection 6, part C? One of those, anyway.

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"So..." said Xander almost as if this wasn't the first time he'd said it. "You do realize I could build you a desk, right?"

Not that he had any idea where they could put it, space in their quarters being what it was, but details, details.

"In our quarters?" Bridge replied skeptically. "I think it'd end up being more of an end table, really, don't you think?"

"Of course not. That's what we use the lovebirds' cage for." Duuuh...

"Yeah, but they get cranky whenever I try and file stuff," Bridge pointed out.

"Well, when the pile gets so big the bars on the cage start to buckle, I can see how they might start getting antsy." Xander eyed one of said piles. "Anything I can help with in there?"

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Despite the fact that it was Isabel's last semester, the work hadn't eased up. In theory, she was supposed to be writing a paper on problem solving and decision making in the hospitality industry.

In reality?

It was time to make some phone calls and check up on people.

*ring* *ring*

"Newtech 2 for 1 pizza, delivery via wormhole in thirty minutes or less or it's free," Bridge answered cheerfully as he picked up the phone.

"Excellent!" Isabel grinned. "I wasn't in the mood to cook dinner tonight anyway. But can I get some extra hot peppers on that?"

"Aquitian chilis okay?" Bridge said, trying not to snicker. "I'm afraid we're fresh out of Earth-based peppers."

"Say no!" Xander warned from over his shoulder. "Say nOOoooOOOOooOOOOooOOOOOooOOOO!"

"I'm not sure. What kind of weird side effects do they have?" Once upon a time she'd seen most of her fellow students do a complete reenactment of the movie insert meta for Grease here just because they ate some cookies. So it wasn't a stupid question.

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