bridge_carson: (serious (b/w))
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.]
bridge_carson: (Default)
Meteor headed on a collision course for Earth: Destroyed.

Dragoul bent on destroying Newtech City: Also destroyed.

So, you know, just another day in the lives of those at SPD. In any case, Bridge felt the day's events merited some serious downtime in the form of a stack of toast and some old Galaxy Quest DVDs.

[ooc: open for fellow future-dwellers, as well as phone calls, emails, and messenger pigeons from other dimensions.]
bridge_carson: (at the movies)
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]


Nov. 4th, 2010 08:33 pm
bridge_carson: (Default)
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*
bridge_carson: (investigating)
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.]
bridge_carson: (argh)
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.]
bridge_carson: (ferret!bridge)
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.

bridge_carson: (eating)
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?]
bridge_carson: (vaguely naughty)
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!]
bridge_carson: (argh)
"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.]
bridge_carson: (in grey)
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.
bridge_carson: (happy)
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!]
bridge_carson: (toast fairy)
Taking a cue from [ profile] 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*
bridge_carson: (slacker2)
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]
bridge_carson: (bitchy)
Okay, they'd been back in the future for four days now, and as far as Bridge was concerned, they'd been the most frustrating four days ever. With Gruumm's arrival and subsequent attack on Earth, there hadn't exactly been time to discuss his and Xander's situation with Cruger. Which meant that he'd been stuck back in his old room on the base with Sky while Xander stayed with his parents. Hence the frustration, because living apart isn't exactly an ideal arrangement when you're married.

And so the two of them were here. Standing outside Cruger's office. And going to go in any second now, really.

[ooc: For the husband!]
bridge_carson: (SPD trio of awesome)
Adventures in Rangerdom! )
[ooc: And their adventures as Power Rangers begin! Mucho thanks to my partner-in-fighting-crime [ profile] multiplez, of course. Some dialogue taken from "Beginnings" 1 & 2, "Confronted", and "Walls". Don't worry, we're not gonna transcribe every episode for you guys ;)]
bridge_carson: (Default)
A spaceship orbiting the planet Allandia )

Newtech City, 2023 )

And finally: Fandom, Late Thirty )
[ooc: Mostly establishy, though if anyone is experiencing a bout of insomnia and would like to catch any of the three on their way to the causeway, they're welcome to. Posted much later than late-thirty because *I* am definitely not insomniac.

ETA: This was all here the whole time. Really. Non-Fandom parts NFB for distance, in-Fandom stuff is fair game.]
bridge_carson: (xander/bridge holding hands)
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!]
bridge_carson: (amused)
The weekend had been fun, but Bridge was definitely glad when Monday morning had rolled around and Xander had woken up back to normal. And after a day of working on a construction project that was definitely *not* a sandcastle, it's now time for just hanging out and relaxing.

"I think possibly you've used up your sugar quota for like, a month, all in one weekend," Bridge says to Xander as he flops on to the couch.

[ooc: for the no longer almost-six fiance.]


bridge_carson: (Default)

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