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

Sleep was something Bridge hadn't been getting a lot lately, not with the way SPD had been stretched thin by the mysterious disappearances. Of course, no one but those who'd spent a significant amount of time in Fandom had any inkling that things hadn't always been that way. So when they'd finally managed to stave off Gruumm's latest attack on Newtech City, Bridge's eyes had closed the second his head had hit the pillow. Even if the whole imminent-crisis thing meant the plans he'd made for Xander's birthday weren't gonna happen, he still had hopes they'd be able to get some time together.

Of course, that kind of went all to hell when morning came along. Something about his quarters just felt wrong, a fact which woke him up in a hurry. The sense of utter wrongness only intensified as Bridge looked around the room, taking in minor details- or rather, the absence of minor details. The room contained absolutely nothing that even hinted of the life he and Xander had built together.

And his ring-

his ring was gone, too.

Bridge would never admit it to anyone, but right now there was a small, selfish part of him that really wished they'd been able to just run away to Fandom. But he was a Ranger, a part of Earth's last line of defense, and whatever was coming? He'd be there to meet it.

[ooc: establishy, but can be open for thems who might be in THE FUTURE or trying to contact THE FUTURE.]

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]

In retrospect, the fish tank in the common room probably wasn't the best place to *hide* an octopus.

On the other hand, the octopus seemed to be happily making friends with the fish who normally lived there, so that was... something?

Bridge was sitting on the couch, contemplating bringing Cam-Mollusc out for a playdate.

[ooc: for those in THE FUTURE. or for any who'd wish to call/email/send messenger pigeons to those in THE FUTURE.]

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?]

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!]

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.

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*

The ballroom of the mansion is done up in the same mostly-green colour scheme as the wedding ceremony. There's no assigned seating- unless you're in the wedding party, and then you're at the head table (unless you felt like moving around, of course, because gluing people to their seats was not part of the plan)- just several small tables around the room. Off to the side there's also a table meant for wedding gifts. There is, of course, plenty of food and drink, including the most important food-item of them all: the cake Piper had crafted exactly to Xander and Bridge's specifications.

[ooc: Reception is open for business!]