The Viewing Globe

Who: Siobhan and Erin
What: A date
Where: ...out and about on the town (location to be determined during the date)
When: September 3rd, evening

Siobhan was not a romantic by any stretch of the imagination. She was firmly grounded in reality. In spite of that, she'd been looking forward to the date. Sometimes it was nice to have company just for the sake of company, and she rarely got the chance to wear her dressier clothes. Realizing that she'd just conformed to the Ranger stereotype/joke of wearing one's color constantly, she couldn't help but be amused. She wondered if Erin would subconsciously do the same thing she'd just done.

She was wearing a black dress that went down to just above her knees. It had short, sheer sleeves, and a plunging neckline but was otherwise a fairly modest and comfortable dress. Siobhan believed in function and comfort before fashion. While the dress did look nice, it met her two main requirements for clothing. Her shoes were comfortable flat dress shoes.

Siobhan hoped to go out to a restaurant over the course of the evening, and preferably for Italian food, but she'd leave everything else up to Erin since he was the one who had asked her out rather than vice versa.

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: 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: Erin & Ethan
WHAT: Camping trip - getting firewood
WHERE: Forests south of Angel Grove
WHEN: 8/29 - 12pm

Erin had decided that - before anyone else could tell him to do it - he would be helpful and go out in an effort to find firewood. They would probably need it for s'mores later on, and since nobody else had taken initiative, it seemed like the right thing to do. He wasn't exactly great at picking this stuff out, but he would do his best. He and his sister had been on camping trips in the past, and neither of them were hardcore city kids. He had his head held high as he struck out into the forest, grinning, enjoying the fresh air.

So interested in what he'd set out to do, Erin walked right into Ethan, who had - up until now - slipped under his radar.

WHO: Erin and Siobhan and open if ya like.
WHAT: Hormone Spike difficulties
WHERE: Youth Center Gym & Juice Bar
WHEN: Aug 28th, 5pm

Looking stressed out was something that came entirely too natural for Erin, an anxious look that went through his entire body and was painted clearly in his eyes. He appeared strung out and exhausted, his gait slower than normal, his brow raised. He wanted to chill out, to relax, to unwind, but... He'd been hit hard and hadn't been able to shake it. A brief battle that morning during patrol, a simple run-in with muggers and his hormone surges were completely out of control. He was frustrated, flustered, not able to think straight. The Juice Bar seemed like the place to be though, busy and active. It was colorful and loud and there were tons of other stressed out people all around him, working off their energy on the machines or on the mats. Erin had chosen a shake and taken it with him to the small arcade area, his drink set down as he chose a pinball machine.

He hated feeling like this; more than anything else. Almost more than the guilt that woke him up in the middle of the night sometimes, that wrenching, soul-tearing remembrance of the lives that had been extinguished in his company. Being unable to control the way he felt, though, the way his body responded to stimuli -- it was almost worse somehow. At least when he felt that familiar guilt, he could drown it in hours of sleep or booze or Zord-work. Right now though, he was stuck with the change in steadiness, his urge to fight, to fuck, to scream. He didn't handle his hormone spikes as well as some of the other Rangers, and hated the toll it seemed to take on his body. It wasn't fair.

More than anything right now, Erin very desperately wanted a girlfriend. He hadn't been involved with anyone in ages, and getting it off in the shower wasn't cutting it anymore. There were so many cute girls all around him, and he never seemed to have the right words for them. Lisa was sex on legs, and god she was endlessly adorable... Charlie, Katherine, Siobhan (mmm, that red hair)... fuck, why did they all have to be so sexy all the time? Angela crossed his mind from time to time as well, but she overwhelmed him a little. He wasn't that good at keeping up with women more masculine than he was, and she was definitely cut out for her role. Penny was too much, too. Cute as hell, but... And then there were the students, but they were like... jail-bait in a way.

"Damn it," Erin told the pinball machine. He hadn't been paying attention. His muscles tensed and he fed it more quarters.

WHO: Erin, Staffan, Lisa and Evie
WHAT: Being stunned about the attack
WHERE: Zord Holding Bay
WHEN: 8/16 - 10am

Erin stared stunned at the footage being shown against one of the holding bay's walls, the projection of news against it a shock to everyone in the area. There was news of a monster attack, horrible destruction happening and the worst of it was that nobody was there to stop it. It was total madness. He checked his cell phone out of habit, flipping it open and closed again multiple times. There was nothing there, though it didn't mean he would check it any less. He couldn't help but feel anxious; this was bad for the Power Rangers, really bad. If they couldn't get up and running soon, they were going to be shut down. Protesting would sky-rocket, government funds would be pulled. All of these things went around in his head and rather than continue his work, he pulled an already filthy cloth off of a nearby table to wipe his hands clean. It was a little futile, but whatever. He could shower later, and Erin loved to shower.

He smirked to himself and dropped the towel back onto the work table, turning to glance up at the Zord he'd been working on. It was one of the first-year student's, a Cranezord, and after it's last flight there was quite a bit of repairing to do. It could wait, though, considering the circumstances.