The Viewing Globe

WHO: Angela and Jason
WHAT: Good company and good food
WHEN: September 2nd, after 1
WHERE: Angela’s apartment
Note: Backlog to last Wed.

( As always your timing is impeccable. )

WHO: Jason and Ansel
WHERE: Ansel's apartment (which he regrets)
WHAT: Learning to cook! (sort of)
WHEN: Early in the afternoon on Sunday Aug 23rd.

When Ansel offered to teach him how to cook, Jason was very happy. Sure, he hated cooking, but learning was always fun. And it would be fun to spend more time with his fellow professor. Jason knew he spent too much time alone, and so did Ansel. So cooking was a great idea! Jason had showed up on time at Ansel’s apartment, clean and ready to learn!

And now he was covered in flour, staring with wide eyes at what he assumed would quickly become a very angry Ansel. Jason blinked, trying to think of something to say- something that wasn’t a joke that would make this all worse.

"I didn’t think the bag would explode.” Was all he could come up with. Jason swallowed hard, waiting for the other professor to say or do something before he did. Jason didn’t mean for the bag to explode, sending flour all over like some kind of freak snowstorm. The stupid thing just wouldn’t open!

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: Professor Jason and Leon; open
WHAT: A friendly chat.
WHERE: The Academy grounds.
WHEN: Afternoon.

Leon was sitting under a tree, enjoying a nice day. He felt like he ought to have a book or a lunch or something, if only for the image; but he wasn't much of a reader, and he wanted to put off eating until later, in case he needed to get some drinking done.

Or maybe he should go get something to eat. There was always a chance he'd get called over to handle something in New York, and he sure as hell didn't need to be doing anything like that on an empty stomach. Nothing good came of that sort of thing.

Yeah, that'd be the best thing to do, to get something to eat. Leon stood up and stretched, and set off back to his apartment.

WHO: Lindsey, Prof. Jason Applegate, Quinn, Penny
WHEN: Thursday, July 2nd, lunchtime
WHERE: Just outside school cafeteria
WHAT: Chillaxin'

Lindsey sat on the steps leading out from the cafeteria, the spread of grass in front of him tempting -- but not quite good enough for him at that exact moment. There was a soft California breeze and as it moved his hair he took in a breath, holding it briefly before letting it out in an exaggerated sigh. He flicked the ashes off of the end of his cigarette, watching the flecks of light and ash out of boredom alone. He knew the students in the cafeteria were buzzing about their first week of school, today being Nutrition & Personal Wellness, of course. He rolled his eyes, recalling how much he'd hated that class. It had been a total bore, and he'd nearly failed it.

Times like this make him look back at his decision to join up, to come to the PPRA in search of... well, whatever it was he'd seemed to achieve. He raised his eyebrows at that, his thoughts easy to read on his face. He wondered what it was he was still doing here, if he was really happy, if he'd made the right choice. And so what if he hadn't...?

It wasn't as simple as turning in his power coin and going about his way. He didn't have anywhere to go.

He shifted his weight and his legs, bringing them forward to reposition himself. His feet were falling asleep and that felt downright awful. Lindsey brought the cigarette to his lips again, squinting upward into the sunlight; his skin reflected the light back up into the sky, a mirror and a host of what he felt was a powerful weapon -- and a damned curse. It wasn't as though he could trot around out in public whenever he felt like it. His free hand rose to touch the cool metal of the bracelet he wore, thankful that the Academy had been able to give him this small gift. With it he could keep his powers hidden for short periods of time, long enough to go shopping if he needed to.

"Need new shoes," he grumbled, eyes settling on what appeared to be nearly perfect Converse sneakers.

WHO: David, Lindsey, Ana, Grace, Danica, Aiden, Eddie, Kasumi, Nicolas, Jason (that's the posting order so far I believe)
WHEN: Sunday June 28th, 2009 - evening
WHERE: Training Grounds, outdoor
WHAT: Welcoming the new students!

( David lingered on the training grounds... )

If we want to continue this, the posting order is:
Nessy, Chloe, Gynelle, Brandi and Christen