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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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, he can't be that smart," Bridge pointed out. "I mean, we weren't exactly meant to be the first line of defence and yet we're managing to hold him off."

[needsaparrot]

"Right, and trust me, this is me not complaining about that." Toast crumbs. With the handwaving. Roombas of THE FUTURE, your work is cut out for you. "But...anti-toast."

He was having a bit of a time getting past that concept, yes.