The Viewing Globe

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.

WHO: Quinn and Kamal
WHAT: Not quite making it home
WHERE: Near apartments
WHEN: August 31, post battle

Quinn was exhausted. All he could think about was once again trying to make it home to his bed. He really needed to practice more with his power, using it shouldn’t make him this tired. He blinked and rubbed at his face, yawning.

His building was right over there and yet so far away.

He frowned as his hand came away from his face wet. He was so tired that his eyes were tearing? Quinn brought his shirt up and scrubbed his face. As he smoothed his shirt out he blinked.

( Tired. )

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: Staffan, Penny, Kamal, Charlie, Lindsey, Angela, and Jake.
WHAT: Hanging out.
WHERE: The pool.
WHEN: 8/13 Evening.

With everything going on lately, all the stress that most of the rangers have been feeling, Staffan and Kamal decided to try and do something about it. Staffan, in particular, wasn't out to have fun, but he felt at least comfortable around the other rangers. Something told him that they should just stick together, and at least try to relax and not stress out over the current situation. It wasn't much, just a simple hang out at the pool that day. Food and drinks were provided, of course.

For Staffan, it was just to take his mind off things as he floated in the pool, looking out over the scene in front of him. He was around people he knew and liked, people he could consider a second family, and right now, that is what was important to him. Beer in one hand, he paddled around the water with his other, the inflatable lounger he was on not cooperating much to his dismay. With a groan, he set his bottle between his legs, trying to keep it from spilling as he used both hands to paddle in the water. As soon as he did, though, his luck took a turn and he flopped straight into the water, beer bottle and all.

Surfacing a few moments later, he glanced around with pursed lips, "That wasn't funny, so don't even laugh!"

[Posting order: Staffan, Angela, Jake, Penny, Kamal, Charlie, Lindsey]

WHO: Lindsey, Kamal, Quinn and Charlotte
WHAT: Working out and talking
WHERE: Obstacle course, outdoors
WHEN: August 10th, 2009 - mid afternoon

Lindsey had done his best to avoid his other teammates since the attack on the school, irritated that he'd been taken down so easily, upset that he'd been put under watch for his concussion, told to stay away from trouble for the week. He'd healed and was fine, and he'd be damned if he stayed behind when it came time to go out again. Precautions were precautions, but he was a Ranger and he had duties. Not... that he could perform them at the moment. With the grid down, there wasn't a whole lot anyone could do about much of anything. The cities they'd been assigned to had been overrun with crime in the short time they'd been cut off from their powers, the entire country falling down faster than anyone could blink. It wasn't fair.

I'll kick that guy's ass, he promised himself mentally, the thought punctuated by the action of a quick punch through the air. If I find out who it is, he's gonna be sorry.

It wasn't in Lindsey's nature to be so moody, to be so upset about the happenings in their everyday lives, but... he couldn't help himself. Nothing about the situation warranted anything less than anger. That fuel kept him moving on the obstacle course grounds, going through a series of martial arts techniques to try and keep himself focused, to hone and tame his emotions. There was a lit cigarette between his lips and a horde of butts on the ground around him, his lighter sat on a wooden beam nearby to keep it safe. He tended to get swept up when he practiced by himself, and destroying his lighters was somewhat of a habit.

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. ))