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Laundress

## Meta

**Timing:** sometime after "Bubblegum", shortly before "Shorties"

**Setting:** Laundry; Jones' quarters

## Text

Deep in the bowels of the Shed, in Laundry, the intercom chimes.

""Incoming call from Logan Jones,"" announces AGNIS, ""VS-04 Ranger, VS Ranger suite.""

"I got it!" hollers Blossom. "AGNIS, accept call."

""Transferring.""

"Laundry! Officer Carlisle here. How can I help you, Ranger Jones?" Blossom chirps.

A beat.

""Uh, I need someone to wander over and pick up a /**tonne** of dirty clothes.""

"I can be there in about twenty minutes, sir. Is that alright?"

""Just fine. See you in a bit.""

""Call disconnected,"" says AGNIS.

Blossom grabs a laundry cart, signs out, puts in her earbuds, and sets off for the VS Ranger suite.

.

"That was only twelve minutes, Officer Carlisle," says Logan when she arrives.

Blossom smiles. "How do you /**do** that?"

"It's a gift."

She grins. "I got a tow from a cart and the driver /**may** have bent the corridor speed limit."

Logan snorts.

"Where's all this laundry you called about?"

"Jack's room."

Blossom raises an eyebrow.

"He's doing something stupid I /**told** him not to do." Smirks. "So I'm gonna teach him a lesson."

"By doing his laundry."

"By doing /**all** his laundry." Bats his eyelashes. "Could you take extra long to finish, Princess Bubblegum, pretty please?"

Blossom giggles. "For you, sir? Of course! Let's go load up. Where to?"

Logan grins. "Last door on the left."

Blossom heads for the back of the suite, tosses over her shoulder, "By the way, my name's Marcie."

Logan saunters after. "You can keep calling me 'sir'."

Blossom rolls her eyes.

An escape attempt of Jackson's: ****Laundress**** | Shorties
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Logan freezes mid-chew, spits out his mouthful—

"'s'not /**that**—"

—grabs Jackson's plate—

"Oi!"

—marches to the bin, dumps the lot, trumps back.

"The fuck was that?"

Slumps into his chair. "It was drugged."

"Wha?"

"Drugged. Sedative. Date-rapey sorta thing."

Jackson blinks. "Really?"

'Really,' says Logan's eyebrow.

"Thanks?"

Preens. "You're welcome." Makes a disgusted face. "I swallowed more than enough 'fore I noticed."

"Wh-what's it gonna do to you?"

Sighs. "I'll probably be sleepy and—" Grimaces. "—/**compliant** for a few hours, maybe all day."

Jackson grunts.

A long beat.

Logan sighs again.

"Umm ...." Jackson rubs the back of his neck, bows his head. "Why do you know what a date rape drug tastes like?"

"'s'not so much a taste as a mouth-feel."

"You're not answering my question."

Logan shrugs. "Got dosed once, long time ago."

Jackson swallows, croaks, "I'm so—"

"/**Nothing** /**happened.** I caught on fast enough to get out."

Jackson exhales.

A beat.

"Is that why—"

"It's why I bring my own drinks, yea." Smirks. "Or steal someone else's."

"Oh."
Gennie Lam

Wife of first VS-04 Handler Noah Gagnon

* **Full name:** Genevieve Lam
* **Pronouns:** She-her-hers
* **Height:** 5'2"
* **Build:**
* **Hair:**
* **Eyes:**
* **Lifemate:** Noah Gagnon (married 16 Mar 2022)
* **Children:** N/A
* **Sibling(s):**
* **Parents:**
* **Birthday:** 2000 (Hong Kong)
* **Language:** Cantonese (mother tongue), British English (native speaker), French (fluent)
* **Ethnicity:** Chinese-Canadian
* **Nicknames:**
	+ Gennie: Everyone
* **Relationships:**
* **Special skills:**
* **Quirks:**
* **Distinguishing marks:**
Cameryn Meta

## Cameryn

She's this 5'2", roundish, half-Samoan bundle of sunshine who wears her black hair very, very short.

I figure there have to be 'Jaegerspotters' like there are train- or planespotters. She would be the queen of Sydney's colony of them.

Pixie cut? Buzzcut-ish?

Closer to the buzzcut end of the spectrum. I think she likes big earrings that dangle almost to her shoulders, too.

## Cameryn and Jamie

Did Jamie know her pre-war or are they circumstance buddies?

Circumstance buddies in both universes.

[ANSK] is a very small world. I'm sure they've crossed paths. As a bonus, her 'real' job is as a bartender, so there's another way to meet her. XD I think this is how Jamie finds her in Turtles.
Shongo

**Shongo** (ションゴー, *Shongō*) is an exiled prince from Planet Tufani, his father being the current king Dumisani. An Inazura, he has the innate ability to manipulate his own bio-electricity and emit it from his body. Although he is a capable martial artist and axe wielder, Shongo was expelled from his home world and stripped of his inheritance because he was weak by his people's standards. He has since migrated to Earth where he trains in preparation to return to Tufani and reclaim his birth right.

## Trivia

* He has a counterpart.
* His name is derived from Shango, one of the most popular orisha of the Yoruba pantheon.
	+ Also like his basis, he wields a double-bladed axe.
* He shares his birthday with his creator.
IV

## Meta

**Timing:** Fairly soon after "Chemo"

**Setting:** Wherever Logan and Bubbles receive updates about Blossom

## Text

Logan and Bubbles wait on opposite sides of the conference room, studiously ignoring each other.

The tablet chimes from firmly in front of Bubbles.

Logan edges closer.

""Hey, Bubbles,"" greets Blossom.

Bubbles lights up. "Ohmigosh you're okay!"

""Yep."" Blossom sounds sleepy.

"Are they treating you well? Getting enough food?"

Logan makes moves to check the screen.

""They're absolutely fantastic. Actually—""

Bubbles twists away, hisses.

""No, no, it's fine. I'm not mad—opposite, really."" Yawns. ""Turns out I have cancer.""

"You /**what**?"

""Cancer. That's what—"" Pause. ""—this is about.""

Bubbles relents, lets Logan look at the screen.

""Stage One lymphoma,"" explains Blossom from a cushy chair beside an IV stand. ""Nothing to worry about in the least. They caught it when they checked me out, so thanks.""

"You're welcome, I think," replies Logan.

Bubbles makes it very clear she hasn't forgiven him.

Logan rolls his eyes.

""Oh, yea."" Smiles sleepily. ""Gonna be teaching at the Academy. Once this—"" Waves airily. ""—is done.""

"The A— That's /**it**?" Bubbles' eyebrows jump.

Logan's lower.

""Yep,"" drawls Blossom.

"No Rangering? Solo piloting? /**Breeding** /**program?**"

""Nope. Just teaching."" Yawns. ""So, yea, thanks.""

Bubbles and Logan exchange a Look.

Logan shrugs.

The tablet /*bings* cheerfully.

""What was that?""

"Time's almost up," sighs Logan.

Bubbles squeaks, lasers in on the tablet. "We have to go soon, Blossom—"

""'s'okay. Getting pretty sleepy.""

"But listen, I love you, k? And I'm thinking about you and I miss you and please please please take care of yourself, okay?"

""'will, promise. Bye, Buttercup.""

"See you," he grunts.

""Love you guys. Night.""

The call disconnects.

"Does chemotherapy make people sleepy?"

"I dunno."

Bubbles slams to her feet. "'course you don't." Storms out.
Juliet Tam

Juliet Tam.

* **Full name:** Juliet TBD Tam
* **Pronouns:** She-her-hers
* **Height:**
* **Build:**
* **Hair:**
* **Eyes:**
* **Lifemate:**
* **Children:**
* **Sibling(s):**
* **Parents:** Juliet's Dad
* **Birthday:** (Australia)
* **Language:** Australian English (mother tongue)
* **Ethnicity:**
* **Nicknames**
	+ Jules: Charlie
* **Relationships:** Charlie (friend), Lily (friend)
* **Special skills:**
* **Quirks:**
* **Distinguishing marks:**
Lace

## Meta

**Timing**: Closer to "You Need No One" than graduation.

**Setting**:

## Text

Jackson sees the bag, tucked beside the closet door, as he's hanging up his coat. After a minute of coaxing blood back to his brain, he wanders into the main room as casually as he can, leans against the table. "You go shopping today?"

""Yea,"" calls Charlie from the washroom. ""Juliet gave me a lift. I'll show you?""

Jackson brightens. "Sure!"

""Go lie down and put your hands behind your back. And close your eyes!""

"Got it!"

.

Charlie peeks into her bedroom, drags an appreciative eye over Jackson (now with no jumper; nice touch, Jones). She takes a deep breath, forces all thoughts of pulling on lots of layers out of her mind, steps softly to her bed, and sits astride Jackson's thighs. "You can open your eyes now."

He does and they immediately go dark.

"What do you think?"

He swallows. "You look--" Swallows again. His brow furrows. "What's a better word for 'nice'?"

Charlie grins, puts a hand on the pillow on either side of his head. "I'm not sure if I'm keeping them yet." Leans down. "So don't touch."
Button

A DCaMP 'success story'. Sort of.

* **Full name:** TBD Collocott
	+ Wei Tang Yun: everyday name/alias
	+ Leung Teng Bao: alias for a more serious persona (like confronting DriftSci in "Golden Boy")
* **Pronouns:** He-him-his
* **Height:** 5'8" (when fully grown)
* **Build:** Thin
* **Hair:** Black, straight
* **Eyes:** Dark brown
* **Lifemate, Children:** N/A
* **Sibling(s):** N/A
* **Parents:** Blossom Collocott, Logan Jones; officially adopted into the Tang clan
* **Birthday:** 30 July 2024 (Tang Family Compound, mainland China)
* **Language:** English (mother tongue; a melange of Australian, British, & Hong Kong), Cantonese (native speaker), Mandarin (fluent), Standard Chinese (fluent)
* **Ethnicity:** Chinese-White Australian
* **Nicknames**
	+ Everyone: Button
* **Relationships:** Cheung ('uncle'), Hu ('uncle'), Jin ('uncle'), Raleigh ('uncle'), Bubbles ('aunt'), Liu ('grandparent'), Feng (babysitter), Sean (friend), Jupiter (friend), Fenna (friend)
* **Special skills:** skilled thief; sometimes able to 'apparate'; sometimes 'precognitive'; knitting
* **Quirks:** shares Feng's unfortunate habit of muffing gymnastic maneuvers (although he performs perfectly under pressure); a bit of a drama llama
* **Distinguishing marks:**
Australian English

## Misc Words

Australia uses Oxford spelling (so words have that silent 'u' (colour, honour, neighbour, etc))

Cinema: Venue for watching films (source)

* Also, "don’t screen any pirated material in case your neighbours decide to dob you in."

Canteen: a place to get food at school (source)

* Only at school or does this apply to any public place?

Porridge: warm, gooey breakfast food made of oats (source)
Bubbler: thing to drink from in a public space (source)

* A portable water container is a 'water bottle' as it is in Canada

(sitting) in a tailor’s seat: (sitting) crosslegged (in Brisbane/Queensland, at least)

Tantie: Temper Tantrum

SWOTVAC week: reading week (Revision week)

* Group of Eight: Coalition of eight Australian Universities, UoSydney included

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Revision\_week

## Annotated Links

* http://www.statsci.org/smyth/ozus.html, http://andc.anu.edu.au/australian-words
	+ More slang/dialect differences
* http://www.australiansabroad.com/expats/otherwords.htm
	+ An Australian talking about dialects and words and Aussie-isms:
* http://ozwords.org/
	+ Blog about Aussie-isms
* http://www.south-pacific.com/travel-zine/dict1.html
	+ Broken link but maybe I'll find it.

## Times and Dates

The day of the month goes *before* the month when talking about dates. Australia Day is usually **26th January**, not **January 26**. In the same way, dates for Australians are written **dd/mm/yy(yy)**, not **mm/dd/yy(yy)** as Americans do. Small, but fairly crucial differences. **04/06/14** is the **4th June** to Herc and Chuck, not the **6th April**. (Also not: June 4/April 6.) Australians are, however, accustomed to dealing with Americans who can’t imagine that the world is ordered any way other than The American Way, so there is some leeway. However, I’d imagine Herc and Chuck to be somewhat scornful of such insularity - Chuck, especially. He’s a kid of 2014, after all, and 2014 is a global world.

t’s pronounced as an ordinal number and exactly how it’s described will be contextual based on the speaker, who they’re talking to, and the type of conversation they’re having:

“Twenty-sixth January, twenty-fourteen.” 26/01/2014
“Twenty-sixth of January, two thousand.” 26/01/2000
“The twenty-sixth of January, two thousand and nine.” 20/01/2009

http://shmoo92.tumblr.com/post/87749090613/tielan-silverblaze85-tielan
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Date\_and\_time\_notation\_in\_Australia

## Resources

Resources for general Australian English.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australian\_English\_phonology

https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Category:Australian\_English

http://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-27805070

http://www.stensrude.com/Oz.html

http://www.australianexplorer.com/slang/objects.htm
Evaporated scraps

## Charlie

(I don't have a title yet)

Charlie scrubs at the mixing bowl, shifts her grip, and gets her elbow behind the sponge.

"Charlie, love?"

The bowl flies from her grasp.

"You need to sleep, Charlie," Nanny says gently.

Charlie retrieves the bowl. "Can't sleep."

"In your bed?"

Charlie's brow furrows. "Yea?"

"That's the problem, love, it's not /your bed, it's your and Jack's bed, and you're not going to fall asleep in it without him."

Charlie sets down the bowl.

Nanny gently turns Charlie away from the sink. "Get a pillow and a blanket and put yourself down in the nursery." Squeezes her shoulders. "You'll feel better in the morning."

Charlie nods sluggishly, tromps upstairs, to her and Jackson's room, to his side of the bed. She folds up the quilt, takes his pillow, and steps softly down the hall and into the nursery.

Book yawns, snuggles more closely with Wom-Wom.

Baby snuffles.

Charlie puts down the Jack's pillow and the quilt. She tucks in Book's blanket, presses a kiss to something in the cranial region, keeps herself from smoothing back all. that. hair. (she doesn't want to wake her little Booklet up.) so she scratches Wom-Wom's ears instead.

She tiptoes across the room, kisses Baby's forehead.

Baby's eyes crack open and Baby's face folds into a sleepy beam.

Charlie straightens the sheet, runs her thumbs over Baby's soft cheeks.

Baby coos.

Charlie whispers, "Goodnight, my darling."

Baby's eyes slide shut and exhales a happy sigh.

Charlie steps back, arranges Jackson's pillow on the rug, curls up the quilt, and inhales.
Laughter

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Willow covers Jackson's hands with hers. "Jack, sweetie, I think we need to date other people."

"What?" Jackson's voice cracks. "Why? I thought we—"

"We've been going out for two months and The Thing isn't getting any better."

"But isn't laughter ...?"

"Part of a healthy sex life, yes, but this is a bit beyond just laughing."

"I could have it—"

"Don't be silly, Jack. It's /**literally** part of you."

Jackson hangs his head.

"You're a great guy who deserves to get laid regularly, but that just isn't going to happen if every time I get your top off I wind up anoxic and crying."

"I-I understand," murmurs Jackson.

Willow squeezes Jackson's fingers. "You'll find your perfect little geek girl, Jack. Don't give up hope."

Jackson nods miserably.

Willow stands, kisses Jackson's forehead, and leaves the café.

Jackson drops his head to the table, rubs his chest.
Jackson (meta)

## Little Spoon

Newly revealed fluffy fact: Jackson is a little spoon.

Not to say he doesn't try for big spoon? | That is so cute!

He will big spoon if asked, but much prefers little spoon.

Getting a giggle from sleeping arrangements with Wash, Jackson, and Book bump XD

Oh. I hadn't thought of that. \*snicker\*

And Jackson getting woken up in the middle of the night by a sharp prenatal-Book kick when they do try spooning (Chuck just grunts, mutters "used to it.") XD

## Endurance

Are we working under the impression the Joneses' endurance applies to sex as well?

I thought about that, and decided it doesn't, because I found the punchlines about the nonapplicability of the legend more fun than assuming the endurance did apply.

\*snicker\*

## Jackson's flat

### Living Space

What sized space can Jackson afford? Would the living room be separate or would there be an easy chair in the kitchen?

It's a small space, but the chair and couch (only one couch) and TV and game console all fit in the living room. The kitchen and living room are open to each other, but clearly delineated. That said, there's no dining table.

### Bedroom

What would be beside Jackson's side of the bed at his place and at Charlie's place?

Jackson has a table next to his bed with a lamp, a dock for his phone so it can double as an alarm clock, and usually, his tablet/reader. There's a little drawer in the table for those 'just in case' supplies.

## Pronouns

2014/5, without PPDC lessons, I'm going to declare Jackson has been trained not to assume pronouns as he was a tumblr nerd by this point XD
Guardian Australia

The Guardian Australia is a web-based publication affiliated with the Guardian, a news agency based in the United Kingdom.

## Employees

* Jamie Walker
* Petra (military)
	+ Lilo, her underling
* Eyre (tip line manager)
* Jamie's editor

## Scraps

### Petra's birthday

Inspired by For her birthday, they give her a variety of duct tapes to redo the 'walls' XD and  "Glow in the dark! You shouldn't have!"

Eyre knocks daintily on Petra's imaginary door. "Permission to enter?"

Petra sits back. "Granted." Stretches.

"Your presence is requested in the break room."

"I could you a breather." Petra stands, follows Eyre from the 'room' and down the hall.

"After you," says Eyre.

"Thank you."

Confetti, noise makers, streamers--

"Happy birthday!"

--bright colours, a banner, silly hats.

"You guys remembered?"

"You say that every year," says Lilo, snapping a hat on Petra's head.

"Cake?" asks Jamie.

"Presents!" insists Eyre.

"But /cake!"

"It /is on fire," says the editor.

"Fine."

Lilo gets her hair and Petra blows out the candle.

The office applauds, Jamie serves cake, and Eyre and Lilo pile the chair beside Petra with gifts.

Petra picks one up wrapped in newspaper.

"That's from me!" says Jamie.

"Duct tape!" smiles Petra. "Thank you!" Chooses another one--"Did you guys all give me duct tape?"

The room falls silent.

Petra shakes her head, unwraps a turquoise--

"Thats mine!" says Lilo.

"Glow in the dark? You shouldn't have!"

### Guarding Without Power

Moved in from  Stock Characters

The Guardian Australia's office loses power.

Lilo greets, "Hey, Petra--"

"Seriously?" Petra gestures angrily at the glowing outline. "You don't even have an excuse!"
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Stacker twiddles the matte gold pen between his fingers, tea long gone lukewarm on the café table.

A familiar flowery scent wafts—

Teng Willow (or Rose) materializes in the chair across from him, greets, "The new uniform suits you."

Stacker grunts in the noncommittal.

An eyebrow arcs elegantly.

"I'd like a favour."

Teng Willow leans back. "You want to find Scott Hansen." Taps a finger on the tabletop. "You're too late."

"Explain."

"Ranger Hansen is beyond our reach and anyone's help."

Stacker bows his head, takes a deep breath.

Teng Willow watches the traffic.

Stacker swallows, asks, "Did he suffer?"

"Yes. Terribly."

Stacker sighs, sips tea, wrinkles his nose, pushes the cup away.

Teng Willow flicks a hand.

"What did he do?"

"Survived something he shouldn't have."

Stacker grunts.

A server with a pot of tea appears at Teng Willow's elbow, places a steaming cup before each of them, fades away.

Teng Willow takes a delicate sip.

"What do I tell Herc?"

"Nothing."

Stacker frowns.

"Whatever you tell Ranger Hansen[,] you tell his son." Raises the cup. "And we both know how well that works." Sips.

Stacker concedes, looks for relief in his tea.

"What happened to him will not happen again."

"Good."
Eadith Hackett

Dame Eadith Hackett is an influential philanthropist and the dowager patroness of Sydney, in fact one may go so far as to say she's the city's very own *ton.* She has a young-ish son (11 years old or so), so her husband's been dead for at least that long or her son's adopted.

She spirited Chantell away at Nguyen's bequest.

This is one link to forms of address; of particular interest is that if her husband lacks a title (which I'm pretty sure he does), one would address them as "Mr [blank blank] and Dame Eadith Hackett".

This Wikipedia one's pretty cool, too. Still not sure how to address a Dame in third person (ie, when talking to her assistant, but.)
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Claire mopes to the door at the sound of the bell.
Checks the peephole.

It's the post-person.

Not Ames.

(It would never be Ames because Ames wouldn't break down and run away because she's tougher than anything the Academy could throw at her.)

The post-person offers a plain brown package as soon as the door opens.

Asks for a signature.

Claire signs.

Box in her hands.

She drags herself back inside, to her room, and plops down on her bed.

It's postmarked from Kodiak.

Not in Ames' handwriting.

Claire swallows, tears open the box.

Flopsy Hamchop the panda looks mournfully up at her.

Claire picks him up gently, sets him in her lap.

A note saying they're holding on to her clothes in case she comes back.

(Ames would never run away.)

A small stack of photographs—

Aunt Jessie and Uncle Roger, laughing, at a barbecue.

Ames, Claire, and some of their cousins.

Ames' high school friends.

Claire, grinning.

—holes poked in the corners by thumbtacks.

No tablet.

No mobile.

No notebook journal.

Claire's blood chills.

(If she was running, Ames would leave at least the electronics. If Ames would run. Which she wouldn't.)

She hugs Flopsy Hamchop to her chest, buries her face in his fur.

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"So, what do we do with him?"

"I say we kill him," replies the blonde with all the mascara.

Logan squeals in a very un-macho way.

"Killing never solves anything," sighs the one wearing the ridiculous shoes.

"It solves plenty of things, watch." Mascara suddenly has a very sharp knife.

"No!" Logan jerks against the handcuffs.

"For fuck's sake, what're we gonna do with a body?!"

Mascara shrugs, steps closer to Logan. "Why do we need to do anything with it?"

"Please don't do this," squeaks Logan.

"Sorry, cutie, but business is business."

The knife glimmers.

A /*scuffle-hiss* and someone eases Shoes to the floor.

"'Nighty-night!" chirps Logan.

Claire tucks away the knife, grumbles, "Took you long enough."

"I thought it was more dramatic if I made my appearance at the last moment," replies Jimmy.

"I almost had to stick him to keep up appearances, Old Man."

"Wouldn't have needed to go through any of this if he hadn't gone and got himself caught, ay?"

"/**Oi!**" Logan rubs his freed wrists. "There were four of 'em and /**you** told me I couldn't hit anyone!"

"You could've, I dunno, /**run**?" points out Claire.

"And left your paycheck to 'em?"

"He's got us there, Junior."

"You're still a crap bodyguard, Buttercup."

"Good thing I'm actually a thief, then," grins Logan.
Cake

## Meta

**Timing:** ~16 February 2024

**Setting:** the 2nd coffee shop

## Text

Charlie and Jamie sit in a coffee shop for their weekly meeting.

"I'm preg—" Charlie takes a shuddering breath.

Jamie's phone buzzes.

**Q:** got a name pckd out n evrythng

Jamie sighs internally.

Charlie's voice is rather high and whispery. "I am—" She bows her head, digs her palms into her forehead.

**Q:** 'zeus's a kewl name.

Jamie turns the screen off. "How far ...?"

"Three weeks, give or take a day."

"How'd Jack—"

She glares. "Takes a while for things to get where they're going."

"Right."

A slice of chocolate cake appears by Charlie's elbow.

"Sorry," says a waiter. "Couldn't help overhearing."

**Q:** shes gttng a cat, rite?
Karashi's Curse

This page **Karashi's Curse** is under ownership of ShaneKite00. Don't use this or you'll have some serious problems coming your way...

## Overview

This technique was created by Karashi. He placed it on himself as a fail safe because if anyone were to defeat him this curse allows his spirit to invade and posses anyone he chooses. This amplifies their power fifty fold but Karashi has control over them making it a sort of avatarism in a sense. Even if one who is being possessed overcomes Karashi's control, Karashi's strength still exist making a small amount of the corruption permanent to those unfortunate enough to be a victim of this technique.
Book (meta)

## The End

How well does everyone handle the fact that Pietr's coming back from this mission and Jackson's not? That the Voslings still have their dad and the Beans don't?

On the one hand, Book and Baby haven't 'had' their dad for a very long time. That said, Book seems to have inherited both of Charlie and Jackson's tempers (some 'Dome personnel suggested they leave Charlie's bedside after her meltdown. Book lashed out and Charlie was internally relived and smug that Book was still and forever on her side) so at some point in the next few weeks Book is going to /explode and there will be hours of screaming and angry tears.
Both (meta)

## Farewell

My first five readings have me thinking that when the scene ends Jackson believes Charlie will go through with the abortion.

Whether or not that's accurate, his reaction shows we've either got a Hivemind or Jackson has reached that stage of character development where it's clear what he's thinking and going to do. That is EXACTLY how EVERY iteration of him responds in this situation (which I've run a surprising number of times). 'It's your body, your call, I respect and support your decision.'

Exactly what you should be thinking. I was aiming for that exchange to feel like a goodbye; Charlie's given him the chance to 'meet' and say goodbye to the glob cause it's the only good thing that can come from this mess and all that jazz.

Phew. It does ring like a goodbye. The one detail that kept me from 100% certainty was Jackson's little smile at the end. It's him being loving and supportive of Charlie, but something about it also seeded some doubt about what sort of nonverbal communication might have been happening between the two of them.

Uh, hrrm. I think that's me projecting my habit of smiling with greetings/farewells. I have yet to think of a solution (so if you happen to think of one).

## DriftSci and Jupiter

I put the part about DriftSci first so her decision isn't so much 'I'm pregnant and I don't want to be' (because she does) but 'They want to do things to this kid and I won't let them'; I'm hoping that Jackson is also thinking 'you're right, the PPDC is not getting this kid' and being painfully reminded that they've been dragged into harm's way because of these awful people.

It was very clear her decision was motivated by DriftSci and the PPDC (and them only). And I can speak for Jackson and say he TOTALLY understands that. (I don't have words yet, but I suspect he asks the folks at Medical [which is where I assume he's headed] to bring Logan down to keep him from killing someone or completely breaking down before he makes it back to their rooms. And then he's sick the rest of the day.)

Medical /is where he's headed; pretty sure the ficlet's been tweaked. Any words?
Planeación

**¿Porqué construirlo?**

Porque es necesario garantizar el acceso democrático y orientado de la población a las Tecnologías de la Información  y comunicación (centro de encuentro de las comunidades donde tienen acceso gratuito a Internet y además sirve de espacio para capacitar a la población en el uso de las computadoras y de enlace con otras misiones sociales e iniciativas.

**¿A dónde dirigirse?**

Contactar al Equipo  o Coordinación de Política del Estado Táchira para que este les de los pasos a seguir para la solicitud del mismo.

**¿Qué pasos se deben seguir para hacer la** solicitud?: requisitos ante el ente Gubernamental?

Contactar al Equipo o Coordinación de Política del Estado Táchira para que este les de los pasos uno de los principales requisitos es estar organizados en concejos comunales y comunas.

**Sectores beneficiados**

Sectores adyacentes a la comunidad de Bramón, Municipio Junín y otros municipios del Estado, como la comunidad del Chicaro y zonas aledañas así como también la comunidad del casco central de la cuidad de Rubio.

**Contraloría** y gestión de recursos

La contraloría y la gestión de los recursos los hace la coordinación de la dirección de política del estado Táchira.

**MARCO** LEGAL:

En mayo del 2007 se crea la Fundación Infocentro como ente rector del programa, adscrito al Ministerio del Poder Popular para Ciencia y Tecnología. La fundación debe proveer la infraestructura física (infocentros, infomóviles, infopuntos), la infraestructura tecnológica (computadores y otros dispositivos, conectividad, y aplicaciones de software), el capital humano (personal de la fundación, coordinadores, supervisores y facilitadores de la red social), redes que articulan el engranaje de la fundación y la comunidad para la formación socio-tecnológica. Todo ello enmarcado en un plan que integre y articule los diferentes proyectos que expresan las políticas de la fundación, con miras a lograr sus objetivos fundamentales.

·         **Constitución de la República Bolivariana de Venezuela. (Diciembre 1999).**

·         **Decreto 825. (Mayo 2000)**. Declara el acceso y el uso de Internet como política prioritaria para el desarrollo cultural, económico, social y político de la República Bolivariana de Venezuela.

·         **Decreto 3390. (Diciembre 2004)**. La Administración Pública Nacional empleará prioritariamente Software Libre desarrollado con Estándares Abiertos, en sus sistemas, proyectos y servicios informáticos. A tales fines, todos los órganos y entes de la Administración Pública Nacional iniciarán los procesos de migración gradual y progresiva de éstos hacia el Software Libre desarrollado con Estándares Abiertos.

·         **Ley de Ciencia, Tecnología e Innovación. (Agosto 2005).**

·         **Decreto Presidencial de creación de la Fundación Infocentro.**Decreto No 5263, publicado en Gaceta Oficial No 38.648 del 20-03-07.
Jimmy Fitzroy

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Sydney's best independent bodyguard.

## Brief biography

Inherited the family business from an uncle.

## Relationships

* Amelia (niece); Sean, Button (adopted grandsons) Logan, Sprite ('tykes'); Eadith (occasional employer); Bubbles, Blossom, Socket (fellow fight-clubbers)
New Places

"Time for the next door?" asks Katie, recrossing her legs on the situpon.

Izzy leans over the house they've built from sand and twigs. "I think this room should be bigger so there's more room for the kids to play."

Katie furrows her brow. "It /**might** be crowded." She starts flattening the front wall. "And we can put an extra bedroom off the side."

"Cool!" Izzy pitches in on the demolition and reconstruction.

A shadow falls across them.

They look up.

"Hi, Katie. Hi, Lizzy," says Morgan, doing his best to loom.

"It's 'Izzy,'" corrects Izzy.

"You have girl's hair so you should have a girl's name, /**Lizzy**." Morgan pulls one of Izzy's pigtails.

"Stop that, please," says Izzy.

"No." Another, harder tug.

"Stop that."

"Go away, Morgan," says Katie.

"Make me." /*Jerk!*

"Morgan, if you don't stop, I'll stop you," threatens Izzy.

"'m not scared of a weirdo like you," Morgan huffs, seizes his hair, and /**yanks**.

"Ow!" Izzy claps a hand to the now-heated skin and does. not. cry.

"Got your hair, /**Lizzy**." Morgan waves a good-sized hank.

Izzy takes a deep breath—"I warned you!"—and lunges—

Morgan rakes fingernails across Izzy's face—

—hits his chest with a double-handed shove—

Morgan tumbles backward—

—pushes him over onto his stomach—

He squeaks and whimpers—

—plunks down solidly on the small of his back, pinning him.

Morgan flails ineffectively.

"I warned you," declares Izzy.

Morgan screams and sobs loudly.

Strong hands grab Izzy under the arms, lift him into the air, and fold him over an adult shoulder.

"You okay like that?" asks the person underneath Izzy.

"Uh huh," replies Izzy. "Dad does this all the time."

The person snorts—

Oh look, the smallest new person now sitting in the sand.

Izzy waves.

The new kid flicks their eyes to Izzy, returns to frowning at the person underneath him.

—scoops up Morgan, and—"Jack!"—tucks him under an arm.

Morgan's legs flail and he sniffles.

The person carries them across the playground in only a few long steps.

"Ranger Jones!" squeaks Missus Carter. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Where do these go?" The person hefts Morgan a little higher.

Morgan whimpers.

Izzy giggles.

"The director's office is right through those doors?" answers Missus Carter. "But I can—"

"I got them." The person pushes the door open with a foot.

"Ranger Jones, the protocol—if you could just wait for—"

Izzy grins and waves to Missus Carter as they go.

The door swings shut and they bounce off toward the office.

She had a very funny look on her face.
Book's First Heatwave

## Meta

**Timing:** Second week of January ... I don't remember the year.

**Setting:** The first house

## Text

The weather network forecasts a high of 43 oC.

Book wakes up crying and does eat a little when Charlie offers, but picks right back up again.

A cool shower isn't cool enough, and Book wouldn't even consider another feeding (Charlie expressed the rest, thank goodness), and hanging around in just a cloth diaper didn't help, either.

Jackson tries the football, turning off all the lights, dipping Book in the sink ....

Still, Book cries.

He's passed feeling helpless, onto inadequate, then depressed, and then the cycle starts all over again.

'course, he's stripped to light pants and a t-shirt, so Book must be melting.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie," Jackson murmurs, gently rubbing Book’s back with a cool facecloth.

Book blubbers.

Jackson starts on another loop around the living room.

Book sniffles.

Jackson rounds the couch.

Book snuffles.

"I know, sweetie, I'm sorry it's so hot."

Book sighs.

Jackson grabs a new facecloth.

Book's breathing slows.

"It sucks to be hot, I know."

Book sleeps.

Jackson rubs Book's back with the facecloth.

Book sleeps.

"It'll be okay, sweetie, I promise."

Book sleeps.

"It's just a little heatwave. It'll break in no time, just you wait--"

Jackson doesn't move but does close his eyes and offers thanks.

He slides to the couch, lies down as slowly as he can, and basks in the quiet.

And then slips his mobile from his pocket and texts Charlie.

**CptnJEJones:** we have sleeping! mobile's on silent

**CKDarling:** !!!!!!!!!!!

**CKDarling:** dont move a muscle. Ill bring home food.

**CptnJEJones:** thank youuu!

**CKDarling:** thank /you!

**CptnJEJones:** /blushing

**CKDarling:** <3

.

The back door opens.

Jackson peers upside-down over the armrest.

Charlie smiles, pulls a paper bag from her pack.

'I love you,' mouths Jackson.

Charlie smiles, 'I know,' sets the bag down on the table, serves them each a cup of chilled soup, and brings them over.

"Thank you," whispers Jackson, sitting properly as carefully as he can.

Charlie smiles, offers to take Book.

Jackson shakes his head, flops slowly against the back of the couch. "Good day?"

Charlie nods, leans against his shoulder.
Controlling the Joneses

## Troublemaker

### Capitalizing on going AWOL

On the subject of Jackson disappearing, do the PTB ever retaliate by switching up the patrols and making Vulcan go out for hours? And if Jackson had been up all night, do they ever dope him (or any of the other Rangers)?

I don't think they'd put a sleep-deprived guy in a Jaeger if they don't have to. Now, something like shortening his video calls or sending /Vulcan to the farthest drop point on deployments (so there's a maximum of out-of-contact transit time) seems more likely.

That definitely has a smaller risk-higher reward for the PPDC than mine >\_<

Bonus! Long travel times mean no escapes while in the air and it'll probably force the guy to get some sleep.

That is an /excellent bonus. This plan just keeps making with the efficiency!

### Necessary Medical Intervention

And, this PPDC would probably deem it a 'necessary medical intervention' to knock out Rangers who aren't getting enough sleep.

### Extra-high Calorie Meals

Oooo, what if they're given extra-high calorie meals on non-patrol days so they (by which I mean Jackson) are too sleepy to cause trouble? (ALC wanders about brainscapes to do with behaviour modification.)

Niiiice idea. Would definitely work on Logan. Jackson, though, has a quirk which I've known for a while, but haven't seen fit to share. One of his first reactions to stress is to stop eating or eat a lot less. He gets finicky and starts pushing vegetables around his plate. They'll probably be feeding him high-calorie meals just to make sure he doesn't waste away.

Ah, I know the type (I am also of that type). This is knocking scenes loose; with any luck, words will follow.

### Important

Throttling contact definitely has a smaller risk-higher reward for the PPDC than mine >\_< Punishing an overtired Ranger with giant robot patrol: runs the risk of wrecking the robot where as showing their displeasure with travel times doesn't put the robot at risk.

Bingo! Gotta protect what's import: the giant robot. XD

\*snork\*
Breach Assaults (meta)

At least every other year, the PPDC stages a direct assault on the Breach.

After the first two attempts failed miserably, PPDC Command uses the operations punish or destroy problematic marshals, Jaegers, and Rangers (the Jaegers themselves tend to get the crap kicked out of them on these direct assaults, but they usually only lose one set of pilots. It's a good enough reason to remove the survivors from their posts).

All missions are named for Atari 2600 games (such as Pitfall), in honor of the Go term *atari*, which is called out when one player has one liberty left to play on a chain. If the other player is allowed to claim that liberty, a chain is lost.
Advice

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Stacker studies the list on his tablet.

Taps his fingers against his desk.

A polite rap at the door.

「Come in, Miss Mori.」

Mako steps inside, bows.

Stacker bobs his head.

She places herself on a chair.

「Command has given me Pitfall.」

Mako thins her lips.

「I assume command at Hong Kong on twenty-first October and have until the end of January to close the Breach.」

Mako nods, opens her tablet. 「These are the Jaegers you've chosen?」

Stacker grunts, re-examines the roster. 「Your Jaeger must be ready.」

「She will be.」 Mako's entire presence is steel.

「Good.」 Folds his hands, studies Mako.

「They have given you only five Jaegers for defense.」

「Yes.」

Mako frowns. 「You have no scout.」

「I would have your advice in choosing one.」

Mako waits.

「I have been offered HC-29 or VS-04.」 Stacker leans back.

Mako deepens her frown, pokes her tablet.

Stacker smiles faintly. 「You do not approve of either.」

「I am not pleased with either option, nor do I understand the offer of VS-04.」

An eyebrow rises.

「Her Rangers are Code Violet: ineligible for transfer from Sydney.」

「Yet they have been made available for this mission.」

「Yes, Marshal.」

「I have no answers for you[.」 He] sits back.「Explain] your displeasure with the choice of scout units.」

「HC-29 has only two months of patrol in a very different environment and no combat experience.」 Swipes. 「There are concerns about VS-04 beyond her Rangers' Code Violet status.」

Stacker inclines his head in invitation.

「The Rangers are erratic outside of the Jaeger. While they have scored a kill, they have been hurt or their Jaeger seriously damaged each time they have participated in combat.」 Mako tucks her blue hair behind her ear.

「What else concerns you about the Rangers Jones?」

She takes a deep breath through her nose, forces out, 「The left hemisphere, Jackson, has small children. His wife is seven months pregnant.」

「The Cantú twins are young, childless, and unmarried.」

「Yes.」

[Stacker] waits.

Mako taps her screen.

Stacker steeples his fingers. 「Which do you choose, Miss Mori?」

Mako sets her jaw. 「I choose VS-04.」

「Why?」

「The Rangers' record in the Conn-pod is spotless, they have more patrol experience than any other scout team in the Corps, and, as ugly as their combat has been, they have won every engagement.」 Holds Stacker's gaze. 「They are the better choice for the mission.」

Stacker bobs his head. 「My assessment is the same as yours. I will request VS-04 be transferred to Hong Kong.」 Attends his tablet. 「Thank you, Miss Mori.」

「You are welcome, Marshal.」 Mako stands, bows deeply, strides out.

Stacker sighs, sends the transfer paperwork to Command.
Disney Store

"Oi, Jack!"

"Yea?"

"Elsa or Merida?"

"For what?"

"Wallet."

"Uh, Merida."

A ringletted-cat leaps—

Logan jumps.

—off the counter.

"You okay?" calls Jackson.

"Just seeing things again."

"You still good?"

"Yea. Hurry up and get changed, this place is weird."

"Working on it."

Logan stares at where the cat vanished, shakes his head with regards to Jack 'Lovesick' Jones. "Fuckin' figures," he mutters in a long-suffering fashion.
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Shoppers chatter and vendors call from both sides of the market street as Blossom strolls along, shopping bag tucked under her arm.

A sharp kick behind her navel.

"Ouch, kiddo." She stops, presses a palm against the spot. "I'm going, I'm going. Sheesh."

Blossom walks a little more quickly the rest of the way to her favourite fruit seller.

「Any dragon fruit today, Grandmother?」

Grandmother shakes her head. 「It's not in season yet.」

Blossom sighs, rubs her belly.

「Your baby wants it?」

「Yes.」 She poke-pokes the bump. "You heard her, peanut. What do you want instead?"

Peanut gives her the silent treatment.

"The gold ones?" offers a new voice beside her.

Blossom follows their nod, eyes catching on the basket of [longan]. Her mouth immediately waters.

"Oh my god, /**yes**!"

"My treat," smiles the new person, standing even shorter than Blossom, wearing glasses, and holding a parasol.

Blossom's guard comes up. "Uh ... thanks." She picks through the basket {of longan} for the perfect ones. 「These, please, Grandmother.」 Offers a double-handful.

"He'll want some star fruit later," adds Glasses.

Blossom blinks.

Glasses offers a card. "Medium by trade, short by stature."

Blossom indicates her fulls hands.

"Riiiiight."

Card disappears.

Blossom nestles the longan in her bag, selects two star fruit.

"Better make it three."

Blossom side-eyes Glasses, adds another.

Glasses smiles approval, hands [Grandmother] exact change.

「Thank you,」 says Grandmother.

Blossom adds [the star fruit] to the nest of tissue paper.

「You're welcome,」 replies Glasses with a bow. To Blossom: "Now, let's find you a place to feed Feathers before he gets cranky."

"S-sure. Sounds good." Blossom bows to Grandmother, 「Thank you,」 turns, steps—

Glasses' personal patch of shade slides onto Blossom.

—stops. "I appreciate all this, but why—"

"I've been told you and Feathers are pretty important down the road."

Hands on hips, Blossom's lips thin. "I'm so /**sick** of people—"

/*Jab!*

Blossom winces, hisses.

"There's a comfy table right over here," offers Glasses.

"Fine," says Blossom to her stomach, "we'll eat, /**then** I'll tell off the psychic."
Liu's people

Liu recruits from a wide variety of sources including people studying at the Shaolin Temple from countries in Africa, the Triad, and locals in whichever city one would find a base of operations.

## Flowers

* Identifies as male
* Hong Kong native
* Ethnically Chinese

## Bad News scrap

* Identifies as female
* Ghana native
* Ethnically Ga-Dangme
* Recruited from the Shaolin temple's exchange program and planted in the Anchorage DriftSci lab as a programmer.
* Headcast: Jasmine Baroudi
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A poke—

Logan startles.

"Where /**are** you tonight?" asks Blossom, a wrinkle between her [eyebrows].

He shakes his head clear, mumbles, "Distracted."

"No kidding, Captain Obvious. What's going on?"

Rubs his neck. "My brother's having a baby." Wrinkles his nose.

"Well, [a pregnant male /**is** really rare]," says Bubbles, "so you [can't blame] the guy, Blossom."

"His /**wife**, then, ye fussy bitch."

"Language!" Blossom gently smacks the back of his head.

Logan glares.

Blossom shrugs. "You /**had** to know it would happen eventually."

Huff. "Doesn't mean I thought about it."

Bubbles snickers. "And now you're staring down the barrel of a [squirmy, squealy, stinky,] /**adorable** reminder your brother has a sex life."

"Not to mention a hint that you're getting to be a certain age," adds Blossom.

"Which reminds me—" Bubbles touches—

Logan growls, swats her hand away from his hair.

"—I /**thought** I saw some grey in here."

Blossom rolls her eyes. "So what're you gonna do the first time the peanut calls you 'Uncle Buttercup'?"

"My money's on wibbling."

"I'm thinking the big softie—"

["What's going on?"

"Buttercup's brother's—"

"Wife," growls Logan.

"—is having a baayby!"

Jimmy grunts. "Congrats, kid."

"You're shitting me, ay?"

Jimmy sorta shrugs. "They're screamy, poopy, drooly things, but they're cute."

A number of things slow-dance across Logan's face, such as the colour grey, but most certainly /**not** relief.

"Look," Jimmy offers, "you were great with—"

"You wanna die, Grampa?"

Blossom snickers.

"That's you in thirty years," adds Bubbles. >niiiiiiiiiice touch<

""Oi, Buttercup! You're next!""

Logan pushes off, heads for center stage.

Not a moment too soon.
Andrea Hill

Andrea Hill, PPDC volunteer turned Assistant Quartermasterling.

* **Full name:** Andrea TBD Hill
* **Pronouns:** She-her-hers
* **Height:** 5'3"
* **Build:**
* **Hair:** BBA17C
* **Eyes:**
* **Lifemate(s):** Jason Egan, Derek Jones
* **Children:**
* **Sibling(s):** two, far older foster brothers
* **Parents:** a trauma surgeon father and Valencia Hill, a socialite (both foster)
* **Birthday:** 22 February 1999
* **Language:** American English (mother tongue)
* **Ethnicity:**
* **Nicknames:**
	+ Ray, Raya: family
	+ Ray-Ray: Mrs Hill
	+ Officer Four-eyes: Logan
* **Relationships:** Chantell (friend), Charlie (employer, friend), Jackson (employer), Pietr (friend), Griet (friend), Book (charge), Baby (charge)
* **Special skills:**
* **Quirks:** very anxious (diagnosed anxiety disorder)
* **Distinguishing marks:**
* **Accessories:** Glasses
Darling family scraps

## Poke

Something pokes his head.

Jackson groans, buries himself under the soft, [local flora]-scented pillow.

The poking continues; his shoulder this time.

Doesn't smell like his pillow.

Poking intensifies.

This is a pillow at Charlie's family's house.

Drags his head out, says, "'m not a mornin' per--"

Nose to beak with an emu.

Emu shrieks.

Jackson screams.

Jackson recoils.

Jackson falls off the bed and whacks his head on the dresser.

Emu looks down on him smugly.

Uncontrollable laughing from the doorway.

Gracie-May's in tears, doubled over.
Caitlin Lightcap

The director the PPDC's Drift Science division and the discoverer of the Drift

* **Full name:** Caitlin Lightcap
* **Pronouns:** She-her-hers
* **Height:**
* **Build:** Thin
* **Hair:** Blond, straight
* **Eyes:** Blue
* **Lifemate:** Sergio D'onofrio
* **Children:** N/A
* **Sibling(s):**
* **Parents:**
* **Birthday:** 4 Sep 1984 (Pittsburgh, PA, United States)
* **Language:** American English (mother tongue)
* **Ethnicity:** White American
* **Nicknames**
	+ Cait: Sergio
	+ Eleven: Sergio
* **Relationships:** Donnelly (colleague), Rucker (colleague), Fiona (colleague), Sean (research subject), Izzy (research subject), Charlie (research subject), Jupiter (research subject), Jackson (research subject), Logan (research subject)
* **Special skills:** World's leading researcher on the Drift and Drift Compatibility
* **Quirks:** Lives with OCD and depression
* **Distinguishing marks:**
* **Accessories:** Glasses