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bridge_carson) wrote2011-11-29 06:29 am
bridge_carson) wrote2011-11-29 06:29 am
Bridge's Quarters, SPD HQ, Newtech City, 2026
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.]
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.]
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She sent a message to Bridge as soon as she got out of the meeting at Time Force HQ (a meeting where half the usual people who should have been there simply weren't, and nobody but her noticed).
Ransik never existed, the message read. Neither did Silver Hills.
She stared out the full-length panoramic window at the cityscape as she waited for a reply, noting that three more buildings had disappeared from the skyline since this morning.
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Xanders gone
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Jen should be used to it by now, this being too far away to offer any real comfort, but that never made it easier.
So is Wes, she replied; it was easier than trying to sound sympathetic and coming off trite, and he knew what that would mean.
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Checking in. What's going on?
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xanders gone
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"Pick up. Pick up. Pick up."
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[apologies for the massive SP, this week has been a gong show.]
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Having lost her own family, Isabel didn't have to ask how Bridge was. Instead she skipped to the important part of the call. "We're going to fix this."
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For the instant of that flicker, the space that should have been filled with a closed door was filled with something else: light and darkness and what might have been the distant bricks of a decaying subway tunnel. Then there was nothing.
Aside from the not very real pigeon skidding to an untidy halt on Bridge's desk. Its unlatched breast-cover flapped back and forth as it tumbled, the secret message compartment empty except for the wrapped Tootsie Roll that fell out when the bird finally righted itself.
The dirty scrap of a hundred year old tube ticket clutched tight in its beak was probably intended to be locked safe inside, but this wasn't the best of times.
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Coffee had become her very best friend recently, and if it disappeared things were going to get bad, since only about half of her had gotten any sleep in the last twenty-four hours at any given time.
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"Thanks," he said, still without any sort of enthusiasm.
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