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I’ve got such a headache
Jamie groaned and stumbled out of what passed for her room in the makeshift SPD headquarters. Someone was angry, though she couldn’t tell who-she had the splitting headache to prove it. Often she could tell the source if they were close enough and she could concentrate, but for the moment she was too busy rubbing her temples. “Oww....” she groaned, pausing for a moment to close her eyes.
Black and Blue
@thatmeddlesomeranger
Oh great, it was perky, didn’t think she would make it, or that she’d be a ranger. Anita wasn’t really social with the other recruits, only really focused on making the world a better place, so when the realization of what SPD did was wrong, it just shattered her look of the organization.
She was in the shooting range, a laser pistol in her hand as she fired, feeling as though she was rusty at the shots, hoping the other didn’t want to talk.
A different kind of training
Open to: Anyone on the team
Jamie stood in the middle of the room, frowning. A blindfold was around her eyes. “Let’s see...behind me...five paces to the left?” She turned around to see if she’d pinpointed the other’s location based on the emotion she was reading. “Darn, I was close. Okay, can you try a different spot and different emotion? Anger this time maybe?” She’d put the blindfold back on before turning around yet again.
Halloween
Don’t mind Jamie while she shuffles around in one of Sky’s uniforms that’s too big for her. “I decided to be the commander for Halloween. Trick or Treat!” She’s even made a makeshift candy bucket.
Sleepy Jamie is sleepy
Don’t mind Jamie while she snores in a chair in the briefing room, a copy of the handbook on her lap. Apparently she’s been attempting to read up on penal codes. She’s also been training in spite of her injury, so it’s probably just as well she’s sleeping...maybe.
Meanwhile...
Emma looked out the window of the now abandoned apartment building at the destruction all around. The gaping hole inside her, that she had tried to fill by assisting what was left of the search and rescue teams, was now aching more than ever. And it wasn’t helped by the fact that everything was now static. She had helped the remaining local cops round up some citizens that hadn’t evacuated, but now they were stuck. Some scouts, who apparently were working with the original Red Power Ranger, had stopped in and told them that all the major routes out of the city had been blocked by the aliens that had attacked. She couldn’t stand this silence, this eerie silence. Since moving to the city she had gotten used to the sounds of traffic, of people talking and moving, the low hum of electricity in the air. Now all there was, was silence. And waiting. She couldn't stand the waiting either, especially the waiting for someone to rescue her, she had promised herself she wouldn't wait on anyone to help her ever again, she would help herself.
She turned to face the room of refugees, most sat huddled in scared little circles. But a few, like her, were up and pacing. It had been 3 days since the scouts had left and since then they had just been sitting here, waiting for something to happen to them. They were almost out of the food they had scavenged from the building and Emma was itching to do something, anything. She had to make a plan.
“Hey,” she called quietly to Officer Jansen, the only official person in the room. He was just a beat cop, but he was one of the pacers. “we’re almost out of food. We haven’t heard anything new, good or bad, in days. We’re like sitting ducks here. I think we should start planning an evacuation.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea. We know we’re safe here, but if we try to move, try to leave? How many people in here are fighters? I think we should wait till we hear word from Jason Lee Scott or SPD…”
“SPD is gone! And who knows how many groups like us are out there that he has to help? We have to help ourselves!” Officer Jansen shook his head.
“No. If you want to help, you can check everyone’s wounds again. Or take a couple people and sweep the building for anything we might have missed. I’m not risking these civilians just because you’re bored.” Emma’s anger tightened around her like a coil, blocking out her sense.
“And you’re a coward.” Just then, the silence was broken by a distant explosion. The refugees stirred. Emma and Officer Jansen rushed to the broken window. In the distance, down the street some people came into view. They got closer and closer, until Emma could see they were running, in fear of something. And they looked just like them, like refugees.
@spocommandertate
Hide and go Jamie
“Oof, sorry! But I found you!” Jamie looked up and stepped back from the person she’d run into. “I’ve been trying to locate people with my abilities today.” Was she maybe stubbornly trying to do it all herself after a little misunderstanding with Jai? Maybe.
Two days. He’d been at the compound for two days and still hadn’t said a word to any of his teammates. It had taken him the first day for it to sink in that he had to: 1, work with SPD again, 2, lead a group of people he barely knew, two of which were untrained civilians, and 3, become a Power Ranger and take down a crew of pirates that had already laid waste to SPD’s best and brightest. These three points were fine on their own, but together they made a less than ideal trio.
He made his way to the doorway, resting a hand on it as he peered in. To make sure they were aware of his presence, he cleared his throat. He wasn’t sure what to say, given that they were basically complete strangers. “Mornin’,” he finally settled on, taking a few steps into the room, keeping his distance as much as socially acceptable.
