B-Squad Common Room, SPD HQ [Evening, March 30th 2026]

[bridge_carson]

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.]

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[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

"Good," Jen said absently, still going over readings on her screen. "Because as much sense as you'd think it would make, I don't think they'll ever make those cockpits less inconvenient to get flung around in."

You'd think there would at least be more handles to grab onto or something, but noooooo.

[multiplez]

"Tell me about it," Z grumbled. "You're not the one with bruises all over her twice a week." Although she guessed Jen, like, used to be.

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

"It wasn't that long ago that I don't remember what it felt like," Jen replied, and if she'd been the type to call someone a whippersnapper she would've. But please, she hadn't unwound that much yet. "Don't look at me; I don't have a say in that part. At least you have seats."

[multiplez]

"And I appreciate my chair," Z told her. "Really, I do. Please don't redesign it out."

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

Jen held both hands up. "Trust me, if it ever comes up in meetings I'll talk them out of it. Even when you are getting thrown around in there it looks a lot less ridiculous than hanging onto a giant joystick in an otherwise empty cockpit."

She'd seen the footage, okay?