The Viewing Globe

WHO: Ionia & LA's Ranger Team
WHAT: Attacking the city
WHERE: Somewhere in LA
WHEN: 8/31, 6:00 PM
RATING: Probably PG-13 for violence and language

( Ionia had a plan. )

{Christen said that LA's team can cover this attack. Lucky LA! Posting order - Quinn, Nic, Ethan, Hank, Lindsey with Ionia jumping in as villainy is needed. Feel free to move the dog monster around, keeping in mind it knows to react/dodge/par somewhat to various karate moves. Feel free to branch off as needed for various parts of the attack if wanted.}

Who:  Will and Open
What:  Rejoining the World/Visiting Hours
Where:  Med Bay
When:  1 pm, August 31st

The chart read as following:  Internal Bleeding, mended.  Three Broken Ribs, set.  Dislocated Shoulder, reset.  To Will though, he was yet to be aware that there was even a chart.  The room was quiet, for he was not in critical condition, and had stabilized the day before, but he had still been out of it.  It was a combination of the injuries, and the medicine that had kept his mind under throughout the last two days.  He had not awaken, but those who had stayed by his side swore at least at several points he did manage one word.  It was a name, Sarah, and nothing else.  He lay still on the bed, as it was propped up slightly so he could sleep comfortably.  His chest was bandaged up, and lay bare, while red pajama bottoms adorned his lower half, which was submerged beneath the blankets.  His breathing was steady by the rise and fall of his chest.

His eyes were the first to open, and immediately he sucked a good deal of oxygen into his lungs, making a very audible sound as he did.  His senses still didn’t’ kick as he stared straight ahead, just taking in what was in front of them for a second, but suddenly the lights kicked back on, and he turned his head from one side to the other, still not aware of any pain or his condition.  He tried to remember what had happened, though everything was a rush of flashes.  There was the ship, that had been cloaked and there for some unknown reason.  Then the rush of action as the defense turrets kicked on.  He remembered the way they had forced him back, and finally they had stopped.  The owner came out, and his powers were astonishing.  He remembered morphing, and then……

WHO: Erin and OPEN
WHAT: Enjoying the time off
WHERE: Forests south of Angel Grove, campsite
WHEN: Aug 30th, 10am

"Jesus." Erin rolled his eyes as his communicator went silent, looking around the campsite. They'd been gone a day and there had been chaos back home already. "Figures there'd be some epic battle and we'd all miss it, huh?" He smirked and settled on a large rock near the fire pit, legs spread wide as he leaned his elbows on his thighs. It'd rained earlier and the ground was still a little moist; their fire had absolutely died, if it hadn't gone out at some point during the night on it's own. He started picking at his teeth for lack of anything better to do and considered the options for the day. They could go swimming, hiking... umm... and that was the extent of his creativity for the moment.

"So who's making us breakfast?" he prompted, an eyebrow arched at the rest of the people (who had woken up) wandering around nearby.

WHO: The New York Team (Leon, Penny, Lindsey, Jake, Angela, Katherine, Desmond)
WHAT: Fighting that freaky Monitor Lizard that Exus sent down
WHEN: August 19th, mid afternoon
WHERE: ANGEL GROVE

Desmond was feeling better than he had been when Penny had called for a team meeting the day before, but not much. It was a bloody pain, knowing his friend and team-mate would be heading for retirement. Pushing the thoughts away, the black ranger checked his communicator again. It was time. They had to take care of that monster attacking Angel Grove. His team might have been New York based, but he had a feeling that this monster might require more than one ranger group to take it down.

"Angela, you there love?" he called through his communicator. "We've got to moprh now. We're needed in Angel Grove." He contacted the others, Penny, Jake, Leon, Katherine. "I'm teleporting to the epicenter of this bloody attack." He added and set to task. Morping first, making sure his uniform was neat and clean, the dark haired man steeled himself and teleported into the center of Angel Grove. As he did so, his communicator went off again, this time it was the FRAC contacting him. "Penny will not be joining your team due to her sudden retirement" The voice was static and noise and Desmond ducked as part of a building flew above his head. "Then we're not a bloody full team are we?"  He shouted back, suddenly panicking. If they weren't a full team then they couldn't form the Mega Spirit Zord. Which they HAD to to defeat this thing. Surely they had to. "We will be sending a fill in yellow ranger." The voice crackled in reply and Desmon rolled out of the way just as a large Monitor tail swung over him. Where were his team-mates?

WHO: Active Rangers & Professors (and maybe training soon, too)
WHAT: Figuring out what happened
WHERE: The Academy, main school building/morphing grid
WHEN: Same day as all the riots

Lindsey let out a muffled noise of pain as he slumped to the floor; he'd arrived on the bottom floor of the main school building, recognizing the halls immediately. Down the way to his right lay the room with the morphing grid, and stumbling past him were most of the Alpha bots, chattering back and forth with their arms in the air. Something bad had happened while they were gone. He sat up slightly, noticing right away that his uniform was gone... and he wasn't really glowing. Their powers had been cut off as well. "Shit," he muttered. His head throbbed, the wet red spot on the back matting his hair together. He would need immediate medical attention, which pissed him off right away. He wanted to be involved, find out what was going on. Instead he'd have to be sent off and looked after as though he'd broken a leg.

(( Posting order: Lindsey/David, Desmond/Aiden, Kamal, Nicolas, Leon, Angela/Quinn, Penny, Jake. ))

WHO: Professor Jason and OPEN
WHAT: Reaction to alarms
WHERE: The Academy, outside classrooms
WHEN: During the riot/attack on the M. Grid.


Jason was letting his students take a momentary break from work....ok, he was gimping his way down the hall to the professors’ lounge for coffee. It wasn’t a long day yet, but Jason wasn’t feeling his hottest. He’d been up all night Sunday, thinking and worrying. The usual.

Halfway to the lounge, alarms went off, startling Jason. Ignoring the pain in his leg, he ran back to the classroom and stuck his head inside. “Stay here!” He called to the training rangers before running down the hall. He hoped David was in his classroom, or that David or Aiden would be close. Jason didn’t know where the problem was, or what it was, but he needed to keep the students safe. “Fuck!” he muttered as he reached David’s classroom. His leg throbbed as he pounded on the door. Something bad –would- happen while the active rangers were gone. Which made Jason stop... It could be very bad.

WHO: All Active Rangers!
WHAT: Riot control
WHERE: Dallas, Texas
WHEN: July 27th, 2009 - 1:30pm, onward

[ Note: We can have multiple threads here, one solid one or whatever works! If you want to start your own thread, that's fine too! ]

Lindsey sighed when he heard the beep of his communicator, but ducked out of sight and into the bathroom of the shopping mall he'd been scouring over. New shoes would have to wait for now. He brought his communicator up and listened to the message, the scowl on his face deepening, his jaw tensed. This sounded like a big deal. This sounded like the kind of deal that could ruin an evening... or several. "Of course," he muttered.

The bathroom wasn't an ideal place to respond to the call, but after checking to be sure he was alone, Lindsey locked the door and pulled out his morpher. Quick - to be sure he wasn't heard - he called out his animal spirit, "Firefly!" and was immediately teleported away from the mall. A streak of yellow energy followed him through the sky as he was sent to Dallas, Texas, and when he arrived, he was in full uniform and prepared to do what he needed to handle the situation.

The riot was already out of control. Thousands of people filled the streets as far as Lindsey could see, screaming, the sounds of metal hitting metal filling his head. Nearby him the creak of a car being lifted up caught his attention and he watched in horror as it was flipped over and swarmed by people. There were anti-Ranger signs on the ground, fires growing in nearby buildings and shattered glass everywhere.

Lindsey pulled out his Blade Blaster and set off into the crowd, his heart pounding as the crowd pulsed around him.