The Viewing Globe

WHO: Lindsey and Jake
WHAT: Practicing martial arts on lower beings
WHERE: Holographic Training Room
WHEN: September 1st, late afternoon

It'd only been a matter of about twenty-five minutes give or take, but to Lindsey it had felt like days. The simulation program he'd activated had swept him away, so realistic that at times he forgot he was only fighting holographic projections, that he could leave anytime he wanted. It was just so involving, though, feeling the vibrations pass through his body when a kick landed, the way the wind rushed past him. He'd already morphed and was taking on a horde of putty patrollers -- those strange demon-like figures that had tormented past teams for so long. Now they were mere memories, put on display here for teaching. They were always a good exercise because of how energetic they seemed to be, their behavior different from so many of the fights nowadays. The battles these days were so unlike those of the past... or so Lindsey liked to imagine.

WHO: Rika & Erin
WHAT: Rika's chicken didn't cook right and, therefore, she is hungry
WHEN: 9/1, 1ish
WHERE: Leaving the apartments sort of area

( When PopTarts won't do. )

WHO: Quinn and Neil.
WHAT: A home-cooked meal.
WHEN: 9/1, at night.
WHERE: Neil's apartment.

As Neil stirred his white sauce, he reflected on how careless he had been in recent days. He had been slow to pursue the relationship with Quinn, confident that there wasn't anybody else in the equation up until that shopping trip a few days ago. And even then, after he'd watched Quinn and Nicolas restrain themselves for an uncomfortably long time, he still did little to remedy the situation--Quinn had gone on a camping trip for a few days and had been the one to call him. That phone call had lasted probably five minutes.

Unacceptable.

If Nicolas won out, then any chance Neil might have had of gaining a foothold on the Rangers would be shot. He could no longer afford to let his personal obstacles and hangups get in the way; if he was going to do this properly, then he would have to become more aggressive. He didn't much care for what he had planned for the night, but it was all necessary at this point. There would be no turning back now.

Quinn would be here at any minute.

Who: Quinn and Charlie
What: Hanging out, discussion of love lives, snuggles
When: Afternoon, September 1
Where: Charlie's apartment

( So...Kamal's pretty hot, huh?: )

Who: Kamal and Charlie
What: Having heard that Charlie was hurt in the battle, Kamal is going to check up on her. 
When: Mid-morning, September 1
Where: Charlie's apartment

Kamal's day was already off to a great start. He'd gone to the infirmary to visit Charlie first thing in the morning - in the rain, no less - only to find that she had already checked herself out. He was worried sick about her to begin with, and this did absolutely nothing to ease his mind. Dammit, if she needed to be in the infirmary, she should be in the infirmary! Not to mention that this meant another trip across campus in the rain to get to her apartment. 

Now outside the door, Kamal took off his jacket and shook the water out of it before knocking. He still felt damp, and had a sneaking suspicion that the humidity was playing hell with his hair, but there was nothing that could be done about that.