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Work Fast

## Meta

**Timing:** 16 Jun 2015, after "Not a Date" and "Drama Llama"

**Setting:** Charlie's rental suite in Juliet's basement

## Text

Charlie puts Whisper up in the garage for the night, unstraps her backpack, hefts it down the stairs. She loses her shoes, dumps her bag on a chair, and puts herself in the kitchen.

Dinnertime.

Juliet appears in the doorway with a pan, beaming. "I come bearing leftovers!"

"Thanks." Charlie tilts her head.

Juliet enters, kicks the door shut behind. "Kept it niiiice and warm for you[.]"

Charlie digs out a trivet, makes room on the table.

"The uncle unit had a thing so we ate early." Julie puts down the pan, hops into the free chair.

Charlie takes out a plate and a glass, raises an eyebrow.

"Any of that apple juice left?"

Charlie nods, heads to the fridge.

"How was your day?"

"Okay." Charlie pours juice. "Yours?"

"The glass or my day? I'm happy with that glass."

Charlie replies with a flat look.

Juliet grins. "My day went well, thank you."

Charlie returns the juice to the fridge, serves herself a heaping plate.

"I'll put your bag on the couch?"

"Thank you." Charlie steals Juliet's seat while she's up.

"Heeey!"

Charlie shrugs innocently.

Juliet huffs, plunks down.

Charlie organizes her plate.

Juliet looks over.

Charlie ignores her.

Juliet taps her fingers.

Charlie keeps her shoulders straight.

Juliet clears her throat.

Charlie's jaw twitches.

"Sooooo ...?"

Charlie demands an answer.

"How is it?"

"Sorry." Charlie suppresses a wince. "It's very tasty. Thank you for saving some for me."

"You're welcome. How was your date?"

Charlie's braid is suddenly more unkempt (or so Juliet /**swears**).

Juliet giggles. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't tease you like that."

Charlie grumbles, returns to her food.

Juliet infringes upon Charlie's space.

Charlie resumes ignoring her.

Juliet wobbles, sits back in her chair, scoots the whole thing closer.

Charlie forces herself to eat like a mannered person and not inhale to escape.

"Sooooo....?"

"Not a date."

"Since we have a calender, it is."

Charlie pointedly puts down her cutlery.

Juliet cackles.

Charlie sighs.

Juliet dabs her eyes. "Did you at least get his name this time?"

"Jackson."

"Ooo ... you remembered! Must be something special."

Charlie shrugs. "He was ... weird."

"Like, 'serial killer' weird or 'Charlie thinks everyone who insists on conversing is weird' weird?"

Charlie scowls. "Just ... weird." Hacks her chicken into even smaller pieces. "He told me to keep the jumper."

"Well, that— wait, what?"

"Gave me the jumper."

"You work fast!"

"Wha?"

"You already have the boyfriend jumper!" Juliet hugs her around the shoulders. "I am /**soooo** proud of you!"

The corner of Charlie's mouth twitches up, but she still shrugs Juliet off.

This Is Not a Coffee Shop AU, We Swear: Cocoa — Productivity — Rom-Com — Not a Date — Drama Llama — ****Work Fast**** — Tit for Tat — Pretty Good — Sparklers
Point System (meta)

Jaeger teams are assigned credit for Kaiju engagements based on a system of 'kills', 'assists', and points.

**'Kills'** are awarded to the Jaeger landing the final blow on a Kaiju.

**'Assists'** are given to Jaegers who deal damage to a Kaiju during an engagement.

**'Points'** are assigned to all Jaegers deployed as part of a strike force that engages a specific Kaiju but do not deal any damage.

For example, at the film's Battle of Victoria Harbour:

Versus Otachi

* *G\*psy Danger* gets a 'kill'
* *Crimson Typhoon*, *Cherno Alpha*, and *Striker Eureka* get 'assists'

Versus Leatherback

* *G\*psy Danger* gets a 'kill'
* *Crimson Typhoon, Cherno Alpha, and Striker Eureka* get 'points'

At the Battle of the Breach:

Versus Raiju

* *G\*psy Danger* gets a 'kill'
* *Striker Eureka* gets a 'point'

Versus Scunner

* *Striker Eureka* gets a 'kill'
* *G\*psy Danger* gets an 'assist'

Versus Slattern

* *G\*psy Danger* gets a 'kill'
* *Striker Eureka* gets an 'assist'
Resources

## Info Pages

* http://shmoo92.tumblr.com/post/125354554438/iceofwaterflock-have-you-ever-wanted-to-answer
* http://pickle-plum.tumblr.com/post/110552059740/how-well-do-you-know-your-ocs

## Prompts

* http://otpprompts.tumblr.com/
* http://some-imaginative-otp-imagines.tumblr.com/
* http://awful-aus.tumblr.com/
* http://imagineyourot3.tumblr.com/
* http://imagineyourotp.tumblr.com/ (inactive)
* http://mistletoeprompts.tumblr.com
* http://imaginetheotp.tumblr.com/
* http://bleep0bleep.tumblr.com/prompts
* http://writing-prompts-list.tumblr.com
* http://suddenlyprompts.tumblr.com/

## For Pop Culture References

* Full script of David Lynch's *Dune* (to torment Jackson)
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Jackson lays out the trousers of his /*Star Trek* costume on his bed, arranges his boots by the door, and opens the drawer of Best Jumpers in his dresser for his Command Gold jumper.

He squeaks.

His Command Gold jumper doesn't beam back at him from front and centre of his jumpers.

Jackson's vision greys and he sits down quickly.

.

Logan grabs a random jumper from his laundry bag, yanks it on while idly noticing the odd pattern, freezes at his reflection in the window.

A small Star Fleet insignia stares back at him.

Logan shudders at the nerdery.

He rids himself of the jumper post-haste, grabs a new one (making very sure the navy blue is nothing but a navy blue), stuffs the old one in a plastic bag, and makes tracks for the post station.

.

Jackson scoops the package from the front step, lets himself in, and makes for the fridge.

Apple between teeth, he checks the box.

Post-marked Sydney, addressed to him in a vaguely familiar scrawl.

He shrugs, tears it open.

He squeaks.

His Command Gold jumper beams back at him.

Jackson clutches it to his chest, bounces on the spot.

A slip of paper flutters to the floor.

Jackson picks it up.

-you're welcome nerd-
Red Blue Roses

## Meta

**Timing:** Hours after Onibaba

**Setting:** HK 'Dome Medical

## Text

Stacker burns.

.

Blue.

Red.

Blue. Red.

Blue, red, blue, red blue red blue redblueredbluered--

A spark of pain.

Distant shouting.

.

Blue.

Red.

Panda.

Panda?

Not China, Japan. Tokyo. A drop.

---Onibaba, supplies Tamsin.

Category Two.

Panda?

A child!

Eyes puffy from crying. A blue coat. A red shoe.

---Don't start that again, I've had enough seizures to last me a lifetime.

Guilt.

---So what? Our career's already over.

Guilt.

---I don't remember much, honest. Little foggy when I wake up, but they don't bother me. The one you set off didn't bug me. Let's get some more sleep, k?

Stacker sleeps.

.

Stacker smells roses and soap.

""Help me strap him in?""

Familiar.

Roses? A coin? Grandfather?

A muffled reply.

No, 'Baba Yaga' is Russian. Onibaba was the Kaiju in Tokyo.

""Orders to transfer Team CT-01 to the hospital.""

Doodles. Children.

A reply.

Child. Singular. One child. Blue coat. But--

Pressure on his legs, his chest.

A faint jolt.

Movement.

Stacker gets an eye open.

A nurse in pink scrubs covered in roses with dark brown, fluffy-curly hair notices, smiles down at him.

Roses.

"It's good to see you awake," chirps Teng Willow. "You're being transferred from 'Dome Medical to a local hospital."

Stacker processes.

"I'm Teng Rose, she-her-hers. I'll be escorting you to the hospital today, if that's alright with you."

Stacker stretches his fingers.

Teng Rose clasps his hand. "You and Ranger Sevier will be safe and sound in just a few minutes, I'll see to it."

Stacker grunts.

---Something seem fishy? asks Tamsin.

Teng Willow.

Jailbreak.

But it wasn't--

---Well if you trust 'em.
VS-01 to VS-04

## Names

### Taking Over

That multiple-Jaegers theory raises an interesting wrinkle, too: Do new teams get to change the name of the Jaeger when they take over?

I think they would be able to change the name. The previous Rangers probably were removed from duty in a rather awful fashion; a new name distances the new pair from the old. Gives the new pair a sense of having a relationship/sense of ownership (and thus pride) with their Jaeger. Money, too--it's a new sub brand with a new sigil, motto, etc. Lotta new merchandise to make and sell!

And that is a beautiful point about the merchandising opportunities inherent in a new name. They probably repaint the Jaeger and pick new team colors, too.

Thank you! Maybe the new colour's from a palette for 'family resemblance'? In any event, the more painting days the better \*cackling at the painting day hijinks I headcanon for main!'verse Hong Kong\*

Ooo, good call on the pallette.

Thank you!

### Bad Luck

Over in the evil!verse, the Joneses take over a VS model. Do they rename it? How aware are they that renaming a ship is considered very bad luck?

We could posit that, like athletes, street fighters have their own superstitions, and it may also be the case that a couple of those street fighters are (former) dockworkers/sailors and perhaps Logan overheard something. Or maybe Jackson picked up an inkling from a show.

### No, thanks

Jackson and Logan may decline to rename their unit; to the effect they're doing everything they can not to associate with the PPDC, they're rejecting ownership/their part in this.

The Joneses /do refuse to rename 'their' Jaeger, so the PTBs do it for them! They pick something they think the brothers will warm up to as a tiny olive branch. The boys are not impressed.

I like it! Well-thought, you!

Thank you!

You're welcome!

### Pietr

Heh. Pietr would have a closet full of old "Vandal Savage" (or whatever) gear, since he's been working on this machine since it was under construction.
Revenge in Three Parts

"Our mutual friend's in town," drawls Jamie.

"Know where?" asks Logan.

Jamie's laugh surprises both of them.

"Uh, no?"

So Logan pokes around.

Someone who could maybe be Wei is staying at a quiet hotel.

So Logan scribbles a note, gives it to Jupiter, and sets them loose.

.

Liu /**could** try rounding up the three giggling, most-likely squirmy things, but the effort seems likely to be futile. Sighs. "Are you here for any particular reason?"

The eldest giggles from the closet.

"Uncle Logan sent us," chirps the middle kid from under the coffee table.

"Said to give you this." The littlest, a vaguely familiar brunette, digs a scrap of paper from a pocket.

Liu takes it. "Revenge in three parts?" Tucks it away. "Is that because there are three of you or because there are two more parts?"

""Dunno,"" says the closet.

Liu reaaallly wants to get back to sleep. One step towards the brunette—

The kid flies into the washroom.

Rounding up the giggling things /**is** futile.

"Okay then." Goes to the suitcase, rummages through. Returns to the sitting room, drops a handful of candy—

The middle kid shoots behind the chesterfield.

—on the coffee table.

Bedroom again; Liu closes the door, tries to remember—clothes. Get changed.

Pitter-pattering from the sitting room.

Cellophane crinkling.

Murmuring.

More pitter-pattering.

Someone sits on the chesterfield. Probably someone/**s**.

One trench coat, hair free from collar, back to the sitting room.

Three kids sitting oldest to youngest and shoulder-to-shoulder on the chesterfield, making a tidy staircase with their heads, attend in sync.

That's far creepier in practice than on paper.

"I'm bringing you three home."

"How do you know where home is?" asks the middle blonde.

"I know everything, duh." Unlocks the door.

The kids hop off the chesterfield.

"Mum says no one can know everything," says the eldest.

"Your mom hasn't met me."

They file out.

"Even if Mum did meet you, you still can't know everything," continues the eldest.

"Then why, Rika, do I know about the whoopee cushion under the toilet seat?"

The kids reassess.
The Flock (meta)

"The Flock" is Jackson's partially ironic collective nickname for his daughter, Jupiter, and Rika and Fenna Vos.

The three girls unconsciously react to the environment and each other in sync. They are unstoppable at team sports and any other activity that requires them to work together. Logan exploits this to somewhat nefarious ends.

In addition, they all occasionally gaze off into space intently, as though studying something no one else can see.

Depending on the content of Major Harry's hard drive, the families may or may not know these behaviours are likely the result of the drug cocktails given their mothers (Charlie and Griet) by PPDC Medical and DriftSci personnel as part of those organization's efforts to create a second generation of Rangers.

(Izzy Vos and Book and Baby Darling-Jones were conceived and born before their parents appeared on DriftSci's radar. Anni Vos was treated *in utero* with a different drug regimen and does not share her younger sisters' behaviours.)

## In Sync

### Working Together

What if they reflexively work together? on escapes and playfights?

Treat-securing, too, I bet XD

Oh my god. No cookies are safe. They amaze other kids by being able to throw and catch things without looking.

Hide-and-seek, though, is a problem.

\*snork\*

### Sports

They amaze other kids by being able to throw and catch things without looking.

The junior gym teacher is /thrilled when Jupiter finally reaches grade 4, cause then all three can be on the same school team and they'll be /unstoppable.

Good lord. Not only Pokemon Sydney is terrified, but every girls' sports team in the city. Lightcap and the CDL are giddy when the news reaches them.

## Logan

Can you imagine the mayhem if Logan teaches them a few 'tricks'?

For starters, his apartment certainly isn't safe any more XD

Logan comes home to find his entire secret cookie stash is inexplicably missing. He starts building challenges for them--not to keep them out, but as learning exercises.

It becomes impossible to hide Christmas presents in /any of the family residences. They resort to locking them in with Juliet's dad.

When he feels they are /perfect he sends them after Liu (warning Liu first, of course, so they don't get hurt).
Transparent

## Meta

**Timing:** in first house, pre-Book

**Setting:** 1st house

## Text

Jackson's holed himself up in the home office and strapped in for a Thursday night of gaming with the old guild.

And they've been kicking ass and taking names all the way to the boss battle.

"Okay. We do this slow and careful."

""Watch your steps everybody.""

""Fan out.""

""Yeehaw!""

An avatar charges forward.

"No! Kite! /**Don't!**"

Sounds of explosions, screams.

""Noooo!""

'Game over' music.

""Mother/**fucker**!!!""

Jackson tenses. "Any of you lot just yell 'motherfucker'?"

""Nope.""

""Too busy dying—""

""—because some /**idiot**—""

""At least I got chicken.""

""Shut it, Kite.""

Jackson blinks. "Uh, I gotta check on something. BRB." He mutes his mic, drops the headset on the keyboard, snags the baseball bat from beside the desk, and pads to the kitchen.

And there's Logan, folded on a kitchen chair, muttering and clutching a bare foot.

Jackson twirls the bat, smirks, "New alarm works a treat."

"What the fuck /**was** that?"

Jackson plucks something from the floor just beyond the shoe mat. "Transparent Lego." Grins, tosses it—

Lego bounces off Logan's forehead.

—kicks it back to its scattered fellows. "Best home security, available now at your local toy store."

"You /**totally** suck, Jack."
Storm Cloud

The dark storm cloud that is Chuck scowls in a corner of the sofa, despite the wonderful smell of carrot soup wafting from the kitchen.

Max snores on the floor.

Baby peeks over the opposite arm rest.

Chuck glowers in that direction.

Baby ducks down.

Max snuffles.

Chuck hunches deeper into the blankets.

Max yawns, rolls over.

Baby's [tuft] slowly rises again.

"If you want the fucking couch just sit on it," Chuck snaps.

Max snorts, startles himself awake.

Baby, [neck and cheeks red and angry], hops on the cushion.

Chuck returns to glowering.

Max looks around blearily.

Baby inches even closer.

Chuck scoops Max up.

Max woffles, licks Chuck's face.

Baby quivers.

Chuck pulls his blankets more tightly around himself.

Max sniffs in that direction.

Snicket leaps onto the back of the couch.

"Come," says Baby.

"You have a /**cat**?" sneers Chuck.

Max woofs.

Snicket hisses.

Baby crawls even closer.

Chuck absently scratches Max's ears.

Max pants.

Snicket picks his way down the back of the couch.

Baby sidles right up to the heap of blankets.

Chuck gives his very best death glare.

Baby is immune.

Max heaves himself to his feet, waddles across Baby, and thoroughly investigates the very strange dog.

Snicket is alarmed.

Baby giggles.

Chuck sighs.
Terrestrial Contamination

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""You are a /**terrible** parent,"" says the blonde.

Charlie gets to her feet, slaps the blonde with her magazine, then beats her into a bloody pulp.

Except that'll land her in jail so instead she says, "[Eight] kids under ten. What can you do?" Flips a page.

"Give them vaccines, for one." The blonde sneers, "You people are why polio's coming back."

"No one's used the scarlet fever vaccine since the nineteen-forties."

The blonde crosses her arms. "This /**never** would have happened if you'd let me raise her in the first place."

"In which case she would have no immune system and no sense of relationships which I'm pretty sure you need to establish a Drift."

The blonde sniffs. "You don't establish a /**Drift**, it's a neural handshake—"

"And you're being pedantic."

"/**You're** speaking from ig—" The blonde coughs, interrupting her rant.

Charlie turns the page.

The blonde rubs her throat, collar riding down.

Charlie internalizes her smug as she spies a small bruise on the blonde's neck, mentally makes a note to bake Logan his favourite cookies.
Propaganda

[Jackson reports what PR's thinking. ]

"What if I don't sign anything? They wouldn't be able to go through with this stupid thing, ay?" says Charlie.

"But I signed a blanket agreement," says Jackson. "It was in the contract, and since they rejected the custody annulment, they can do whatever they want with the beans."

"Don't /**ever** say it like that again."

"Yea, that ...." He swallows.

Charlie takes a deep breath. "Well, good luck getting Baby out of the jumper." She tucks herself and Baby close, making a very nice Baby sandwich.

"I'm so glad you're here," Jackson murmurs.

"Me, too."
Baby blows a raspberry against Jackson's neck.
Uncles

## Meta

**Timing:** 30 July 2024, after "Bloom"

**Setting:** Blossom and Button's room at the Tang medical facility

## Text

Jung pokes her head in, calls quietly, "How's the button?"

Blossom grins, shifting in her nest of pillows. "Feeling a whole lot less button-like."

"You two up for visitors?"

"Depends on—"

"Half a basketball team and a puppy."

Blossom snorts. "Sure, send 'em in."

Giggling, scuffling, a muffled yelp.

Jung hisses, 「—and, for the love of Heaven, behave!」

Contrite noises.

The door opens wider and Cheung, Jin, and Hu (the red shoes—the only part of them visible—are a dead giveaway) shuffle in like a semi-organized lion dance under a /**huge** quilt.

Blossom giggles.

They bounce off the far wall—

Raleigh, trailing the parade, rolls his eyes.

—before Cheung finally peeks out and aims them for the bed. They fight their way free, arrange themselves in a line, present the blanket, hanging a little unevenly, with a flourish.

"We made it!"

"It's lovely," says Blossom. "So many colours! You must've spent /**hours** putting all this together!"

They preen, drape the quilt over Blossom's lower half.

Okay, the blanket hangs /**very** unevenly.

"Can we see baby?" asks Hu.

Blossom smiles. "Look, but don't touch." Gently resettles Button (the nickname's starting to stick) in her arms for better viewing.

Each triplet has a different coo.

"So cute!" squees Raleigh.

"I know," smugs Blossom, kisses the button's crown.

Jin sighs. "When are you gonna have another?"

Blossom's lips thin.

Raleigh pokes him. "Not. The. Time."

Blossom grins. "What he said."

Jin sulks.

"Here." Raleigh, beaming, offers a miniature jumper knit from smoky grey yarn. "I made it a little big so baby can wear it for a while. And it's silk so it shouldn't be itchy."

Blossom's eyes prick and she may forget to smile.

"Sorry the [color's] so boring, but I wanted it to be your friends' colours and they didn't have any /*Whisky* green; only this and blue like /*G*—" Cringes, gathers himself. "—in town."

"It's beautiful," murmurs Blossom, fingering the soft fabric. "We love it." Tucks it aside. "We'll put it on when he's ready for clothes."

Raleigh glows.

Jung reappears. "Alright, you lot. Mum and the button need more rest. Out."

Four voices whine.

"You can visit again after they've had a nice, long nap."

They brighten, pad out, waving.

Except for Jin, who Jung has to drag out by the arm.

Blossom remembers—"Goldie?"

Raleigh pokes his head back in the door. "Hmm?"

"How did the ... other thing go?" Blossom asks quietly.

Raleigh smiles. "Everyone got out without a scratch and the thing's dead."

Blossom relaxes, yawns, "Thanks."

"No problem." He ducks out.

Footsteps shuffle, fading—a scuffle.

Someone yelps.

Blossom chuckles, wiggles deeper into her nest. "You've got some interesting uncles, there," she whispers. "And the rest of your family's safe."

Button grunts.
Storytime

Jackson wakes at two in the morning.

One of Charlie's legs is between his, probably her attempt to sling it across him at some point.

He peers over his shoulder as quietly as he can.

She's rolled onto her back, but her side's still pressed against him.

He listens.

No bad feelings, house seems as quiet as it usually is at this hour, body is happy.

So why ...?

A sharp jab to his kidney.

Jackson internalizes as much of his happy dance as he can, then twists the full way around and wiggles lower in their bed.

"Hey, kid," he whispers, pressing a kiss to Charlie's—

Ow. Nose. Pain.

Charlie huffs in her sleep.

"Feeling a mite restless, ay?" Jackson mutters, rubbing his nose.

Muffled ... can't really call it movement, but the bean's in a mood.

He rests his hand where he thinks the head may be.

Charlie sighs happily.

"What if I read for a bit? Think you can let your mum get some more sleep?"

A kick to his hand.

"Sounds good." Jackson reaches over for his reader, powers it on. "How's John Grisham?"

A touch of pressure against his palm.

"Alright then. A small town in Mississippi ...."
Siqi and Meta

## Cosplay

I forgot to mention that, when the Darling-Joneses are cosplaying, Siqi's torn between flailing with giddiness and being absolutely livid and Min has to physically restrain her from charging Down Under immediately. The group don't quite know what to do with the mountain of one minute-happily shrieking-the next-screaming-with-rage text messages.

## Turtles

I/ /totally forgot about Siqi in this 'verse. What's she up to?

### Bored

Siqi is booooored. I mean, she's usually bored but her BFF is underground and Siqi's being moved on a weekly basis and there's only so many texts to be sent before "lemme see youuuu!" sets in. And the whole "you can't". Telling Siqi she can't do something just makes her try harder. Except she is rather unable to see Min, no matter what she does, so she's frustrated too.

So mostly she's just pissing people off. A /lot. Like Hannibal. (but maaaybe 2% of the time she actually gives him something useful and he kinda gave up trying to block her number). Or the Marshal of Hong Kong. Or the city of Hong Kong. Or anyone who dares set foot in Hong Kong.

A bored Siqi is a baaaaaad thing. And poor, lonely Siqi. And she won't even get a pet Chuckles out of the war in this one!

### Familiars

And she won't even get a pet Chuckles out of the war in this one!

I don't even think Siqi gets a home for Bob in this one!

That is so /sad for Siqi (and Bob).

So, /so sad. Bob is /infinitely jealous of the Bobs in the universes with tacky, gold, shoe-shaped pots. I really hope she's keep far enough from Kowloon that breaking and entering isn't an option.

Couldn't Siqi engineer an opportunity to 'find' a planter for Bob?

Wait. In this universe, could she get /Jamie to steal one as payment for some sweet intel?

Siqi says Jamie would be "Judge-y McJudging" but she's also elbow deep in potting soil so. These ideas merit much consideration. \*rubs hands\*

Since when does Siqi care what mere /journalists think of her? XD

(As an additional reward, does Jamie get a cutting or seed from Bob to raise?)

### Jamie

I betcha she and Jamie would have fun snarking at each other after he visits Hong Kong in search of the triplets. Oh my god. Wait. Can you see Jamie trying to manipulate/use Siqi; "lend me your psychic powers and we can get your friend out of lockdown~".

## Birthday Present

How does Siqi know about them around "Birthday Present"? She hasn't met Jamie yet. (He doesn't start looking into the Joneses until October and this is July.)

Turtles!Siqi wouldn't know about them on her own, but ANSK!Siqi does, and in the ANSK!verse, Wash is important to Siqi's masterminding, and all the Qs are in sorta-contact with each other, so it's like "This person is important in my AU, keep an eye on them, k?" (and with that particular plot point, I have created an acceptable, in-universe reason to work in AUs ^u^)

Very nicely done! So this Q is her own Continuum?

\*bows\* This Q is in a Continuum of her own design! \*cackles\* (which is maybe what you were communicating?)

More or less. :D
No One Older (Pt 3)

The space beyond Jackson's eyelids is suddenly painfully bright.

He groans, buries his head under a pillow.

"Rise 'n shine, Jack!" chirps the Cheerleader voice.

"'s too early."

Lily pokes his shoulder. "Actually, my little wombat, I let you sleep in. You've got just enough time to shower before you need to catch your train to make it in on time."

"In yesterday's clothes," grumbles Jackson.

"They'll just assume you were very lucky last night—" >or something about a walk or workday of shame.<

Jackson smothers himself.

"—which is partially accurate, anyway." Lily yanks the pillow from his hands. "Do I need to put you on suicide watch? You're being ridiculous."

He huffs.

"Hit the shower and I'll try to find you something clean to wear. Get going."

Jackson rolls from the cushions and to his feet, then mumbles his way to the washroom.

.

""You human yet?"" calls Lily.

"Closer."

"Found some clothes."

A jumper slides into the bathroom.

"Thanks," Jackson replies, scooping it up. "Hey, is this one of mine?"

"Nope."

"Pretty sure it is."

"Pretty sure it's not."

"Lily, this is my jumper."

"It's mine. 's got my name on it."

Jackson checks the tag. "Underneath mine that you've crossed out."

"Doesn't mean it's yours."

"Kinda does."

"It's got a teddy bear patch on the elbow. Would any of /your jumpers have teddy bear patches?"

"Uh, yea, 'cause Kaylee from /*Firefly*—"

"You fucking nerd."

"Still not an insult."

Lily snorts.

Jackson hears her footsteps stride down the hall.

He takes stock of his clothes, calls, "Hey, Lil?"

""Yea?""

"Underwear?"

""Lemme check!""

Jackson pokes at his hair for a minute, and then hears more footsteps.

""Found some.""

"You kept 'em, too?"

Lily moves into view and a pair of boxers snaps into his face.

Jackson squawks—

Lily laughs, skips down the hall. ""I'll make you some tea!""

—manages to get his flailing under control, calls dryly, "Thanks, Lily!"

Jackson follows the smell of Earl Grey to the dining area. "Have I gained weight?"

"If anything, you're even /more pitifully skinny." Lily, eyes sparkling mischievously, passes him a steaming mug. "Must be all that running you do." Nods to his cup. "Drink up."

Jackson huffs, takes a cautious sip. Sighs happily. "Perfect," he hums, crinkling his eyes. "Thanks."

"Still remember how you like it," she smiles.

Kisten strolls through, gags. "Why'd you two break up, anyway? Besides the fact he's a creep."

Lily glares.

"Irreconcilable differences," replies Jackson.

"Yea, I prefer the /*Star Trek* reboot to the original. He couldn't get past it."

Jackson shoots Lily a Look. "Heathen," he spits.

"Nerd." Pokes him in the chest.

Kisten's nose scrunches. "I'm totally gonna chuck."

Jackson sighs. "Thanks for the tea and /**my** jumper." He looks at her through his eyelashes. "Thank you, Lily. Really."

"You're welcome." Gives him a gentle shove. "Now get your butt to work and apologize to Charlie for being a dumbass."

"I will," vows Jackson.
Shatterdomes

Jaeger launching and maintenance bases.

## Hong Kong

* **Opened:** 25 Nov 2015
* **Marshal(s):** Stacker Pentecost (12 Oct 2024 - 5 Jan 2025)
* **Incident Commander/LOCCENT Chief:** Tendo Choi (12 Oct 2024 - )

## Lima

* **Opened:** 9 Aug 2016
* **Marshal(s):**
* **Incident Commander/LOCCENT Chief:**

## Anchorage

* **Opened:** 23 Nov 2016
* **Marshal(s):**
* **Incident Commander/LOCCENT Chief:** Tendo Choi (1 Jan 2018 - 4 Mar 2020)
* **Nickname:** The Icebox

## Vladivostok

* **Opened:** 4 Dec 2016
* **Marshal(s):**
* **Incident Commander/LOCCENT Chief:**

## Tokyo

* **Opened:** 15 Dec 2016
* **Marshal(s):** Stacker Pentecost (15 Dec 2016 - 11 Oct 2024)
* **Incident Commander/LOCCENT Chief:** Tendo Choi (5 Mar 2020 - 11 Oct 2024)
* **Nickname:** The GeoFront
* **Actual location:** Hakone, Kanagawa, Japan (1 hour's drive southwest of central Tokyo)

## Sydney

* **Opened:** 25 May 2017
* **Marshal(s):** Thomas Nguyen (25 May 2017 - xx Oct 2022); Alexander Wills (25 May 2017 - ?)
* **Incident Commander/LOCCENT Chief:**
* **Nickname:** The Shed
* **Actual location:** Vaucluse, New South Wales, Australia (30 minutes' drive east of central Sydney)

## Los Angeles

* **Opened:** 11 Jul 2017
* **Marshal(s):**
* **Incident Commander/LOCCENT Chief:**

## Panama City

* **Opened:** 29 Nov 2017
* **Marshal(s):**
* **Incident Commander/LOCCENT Chief:**

## Nagasaki

* **Opened:**
* **Marshal(s):**
* **Chief Science Officer:**
* **Nickname:** The Black Moon
Summons

## Meta

**Timing:** Late January 2025

**Setting:** Chu temple

## Text

Matches.

Photo.

Snacks.

Script.

Thermos of tea.

Sunglasses.

Siqi arranges everything on her desk, double-checks her list, confirms its all accounted for, and stows everything--except the photo and the matches--safely in her satchel. The matches go in her designated, spark-proof pouch in her sleeve, and the photo she folds the photo in four and tucks in a pocket over her heart.

She stands, pulls on her shawl, and as she leaves the dormitory, calls, 「I'm doing a summon!」

Mom and Dad copy.

So useful having somewhat psychic parents.

Mom and Dad laugh, push affection.

Siqi nuzzles back, puts on her sunglasses and heads to woods surrounding the temple.

A brisk, ten minute walk later, Siqi emerges from the trees into a small, tidily overgrown clearing. She arms herself with a close hand broom, knocks a few leaves free, and brushes off the bench. Next, she cleans out the shrine and oils the brazier.

The flames'll catch immediately and will leap high in the air.

Siqi pushes up her sleeve and rewraps her shawl over her hair and shoulder. She stands at arm's length, lights a match, and sets the shrine alight.

A wave of heat blasts past; smoke boils from the shrine and pools over the brick.

「I haven't given you a name yet, by the way.」

The tide of smoke ebbs considerably.

Siqi takes out the photo, thinks happy thoughts, tucks it in the shrine.

Smoke billows out.

Siqi pulls out her script, clears her throat. The smoke thickens up to her knees.

「Ranger Tamsin Sevier.」
Speak

"Is it just me or is it weird--"

Snicket twitches himself awake, resettles on Logan's shoulder.

"--our little brother is snogging my kids' nanny and her other datemate?"

Logan raises an eyebrow over his book.

Jackson concedes with a mild wince. "Not the person I should ask."

Snicket snorts.

"'course, it could be weirder."

Snicket lifts his head.

"**You** could be snogging that cat--"

Snicket flattens his ears.

"Or you could be snogging Logan--"

Snicket hisses.

"What he said," grunts Logan.

 "--/who exactly am I talking to?"
Team Vulcan Specter (meta)

## Handlers

### Duty

Wash goes to book doctor/dentist appointments for the kids only to find it's already done (I don't know why the PPDC would do so but it seems like the 'kind on the surface but actually controlling' kinda thing they would do. Or even /changing their doctor).

Wait. The /Squire ostensibly takes care of it, claiming it falls under the category of things that distract pilots from steering giant robots.

And Jackson finds out and there’s a scene.

### In On It?

The /Squire ostensibly takes care of booking appointments, claiming it falls under the category of things that distract pilots from steering giant robots.

Er, is the Squire in on it? Like, are they of the same puppeteering sort as high command? Or are they misguided?

The Squire(s) (they assign someone better at surveillance after Jackson escapes a couple of times) are misguided in the sense they think this is how they're supposed to do the job.

Would you say, then, that they're ignorant to how the PPDC's run? Does that mean they're often annoyed with Jackson and his behaviour?

Yes, I would call them--surnames are Gagnon and Chapman--ignorant. They may have seen some questionable things, but, yeah, dealing with the Joneses and their weirdness is annoying and beyond frustrating some days. Even the person stuck with the /Hansens doesn't have to worry about their charges repeatedly going AWOL or not appreciating the time they take to coordinate health care for their estranged family.

### Bio

Gagnon is the first Handler. Chapman is the second. If you find first names, yay! I'm getting next-to-nothing from them, except Gagnon's naturally friendlier.

Oooo, okay. I will keep an eye out!

Gagnon has a first name now: Noah!

And Chapman's apparently a red-head.
PPDC's manipulation of Charlie

## Reporters

On the subject of reporters, how often is Charlie accosted? At home? At work? Commuting? Does the PPDC take issue with that? Does the PPDC have such a stranglehold on worldwide media that such meetings wouldn't happen? Oooo!!!!!!!!!!!! The PPDC sends people to act like paparazzi/reporters. Charlie tries telling one of them what's going on. She and the beans don't see Jackson for a month.

I think Charlie's given a very stern talking to early on, either by a Suit or Jackson about talking to the media, what she can and can't say. Since at the beginning, at least, they goal is to keep the Joneses out of the media as much as possible, it would be a very bad thing for Charlie to be chatting with reporters. The PPDC doesn't have a stranglehold on the media, it has a stranglehold on its personnel, which means they have good control over what the media knows about the PPDC.

Because of the blackout about the Joneses, I don't think the press bothers Charlie too much. Jones is such a common surname, too. I don't think the press finds her before the PPDC sends in its fake reporters to teach her a lesson about keeping her mouth shut.

And /that explains why Charlie is so touchy about Jamie's overtures.
SE Series (meta)

## SE-05

* **Name:** *Striker Eureka*
* **Home 'Dome:** Sydney
* **Origin:** New construction
* **Pilots:** Herc Hansen (RH), Chuck Hansen (LH)
* **Team colour:** Pale grey (75879F, 8F8260)
* **Entered service:** November 2019
* **Removed from service:** January 2025

## SE-08

* **Name:** *Summit Elektra*
* **Home 'Dome:** Anchorage
* **Origin:** New construction
* **Pilots:**
* **Team colour:**
* **Entered service:** January 2020
* **Removed from service:**
Nanny Jones

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The Jones family's level head.

## Special skills

* talented and very fast knitter
* skilled bridge player
* freakishly accurate mental clock

## Relationships

* Jackson, Logan, Derek (grandsons), Charlie, Blossom (sorta) (grandaughters-in-law), Book, Baby, Jupiter, Button (great-grandchildren), Sean (adopted great-grandchild), Jamie (friend, dance partner, cosplay buddy)
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Logan plods down the hall at Claire's heels, drops into the chair in front of Jimmy's desk, greets, "Afternoon."

"Afternoon," replies Jimmy over the lip of his coffee mug.

Claire perches on the edge of the desk.

Logan studies his hands.

"So ...," hazards Jimmy, "you wanted to talk about something ...?"

"Found what really happened to Amelia," Logan croaks.

Jimmy very deliberately sets down his mug. "Good authority?"

"Original records, from the master drive."

"Go on."

Logan's eyes slide to a spot on Jimmy's left. "She was kidnapped from the Academy, drugged up, experimented on, and killed when she tried to run away."

"/**Who.**"

"Defense Corps. Drift Science."

Claire blinks rapidly.

Jimmy hisses, clenches and relaxes his fists.

"Yea. Too big to punch in the face."

"Why Ames?" whispers Claire.

Logan scrubs a hand down his face. "They thought she was perfect—"

"So they killed her?" Claire snarls.

"Only after she figured out what they were doing to her."

"What /**were** they doing to her?" grinds out Jimmy.

Deep breath. "She had a kid."

"Wha?"

"Part of the experiment was making her—" Swallows. "—pregnant. They've been trying to 'make' better Rangers."

Claire's jaw drops; Jimmy's tenses.

"He just turned eighteen and found out about her and ... he'd like to meet her family." Rubs his neck. "War pretty much wiped out biological dad's side."

Claire chews her lip. "He was a Ranger, too?"

Logan nods.

"It's like you and Button."

Logan blinks.

"Notoriously unattached sociopath hires an expensive bodyguard and runs a security gauntlet to go to a birthday party?" Claire shrugs. "/**Has** to be his own kid, ay? Plus—" Shy smile. "—I overheard him call you 'Dad' a couple times."

Logan rubs the back of his neck, grumbles, "Thought you had a rule about forgetting."

"Family's exempt, Logan."

"Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Call me that."

"Sorry, kid. No can-do," says Jimmy. "You've been a Fitzroy since that day you collapsed on my front step."

Logan grunts.

Claire takes a deep breath. "You've been watching out for Ames' kid for a while?"

"Didn't know that's who he was, but, yea." Chuckles weakly. "He's gone to school with Jack's kids since daycare and now he's Button's best Aussie friend."

"Your big ginger," breathes Claire. "Your big ginger shadow's Ames' kid."

Logan nods. "Name's Sean."

"Good Irish name," grins Jimmy.

"Daaaaad."

"You tell Sean he's welcome to visit anytime," declares Jimmy. "If he gives us a heads-up, we'll have dinner and family photographs ready and waiting for him."

"Shall do." Logan pushes to his feet. "I'll show myself out."

"Hey, Logan?" calls Claire.

"Yea?"

"Next time Button's in town, bring him over."

Logan smiles. "Shall do."
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Logan leans gratefully against the stairwell wall, exhales.

World's a little too ... bendy for his taste just now.

He takes a deep breath, bangs on the door to the basement flat.

Thumping, muffled cursing, rattling.

Ha opens the door, rubbing her eyes, croaks, "Buttercup?"

"The one an' only," Logan sorta chirps. "Gotta minute?"

"Can it wait 'til I've had some sleep?"

"Not really?"

Ha heaves a long-suffering sigh, plods back into the flat.

Logan shuts and locks the door, trails her to the washroom, perches on the edge of the bathtub.

Ha opens the cupboard under the sink and pulls out a black canvas bag.

Logan shivers, eases his wrapped hand from his pocket, hissing.

Ha plunks down on the toilet, snaps on surgical gloves, yawns. "Lemme see the damage."

Logan fumbles with the knot in the handkerchief.

Ha rolls her eyes, orders, "Give me that."

Logan obeys, flops the hand on her lap.

She works the knot loose, peels back the silk— "Holy /**shit**, Jones! What the hell happened to you?!"

"Got stabbed."

"No sh—" Ha blinks rapidly. "I can see through your goddamn /**hand**!" She digs in her bag, pulls out a roll of sterile bandage, winds and winds. "This isn't something I can handle here."

"But—"

"I don't /**care** what dumbass thing you did to deserve it—" Ha yanks Logan upright, maintains a vise grip, tows him to the living room.

"I /**didn't**—"

"—you wanna keep that hand, we need to get you to Emergency." Shoves Logan into an easy chair, digs her mobile from under an avalanche of paperbacks.

"What're ye—"

Ha turns her back on him, holds up a hand for quiet. "Yes, I need an ambulance sent 'round to ...."

Logan sighs, lets himself sink into the cushions, closes his—

Impact to the back of his head.

"No. Sleeping."

Logan grumbles, rubs the spot.

"Talk to me, Buttercup. Tell me how you got yourself stabbed in broad daylight."

"Listened to Ed," he mutters.

Ha rolls her eyes. "You 'bout done with that loser now?"

Logan shrugs. "'s prob'ly dead." Ponders. "Or wishing he was."

Deadpan: "You left Ed for dead."

Logan sits up a little straighter, huffs, "Got. Stabbed."

"Got stabbed by someone who might've killed Ed." Shakes her head incredulously. "You meet the [/**nicest**] people in your line of work."

"Pretty sure it was a ninja."

Ha blinks at him. "Oookay. I'm gonna assume that's blood loss talking."

"'m serious."

"I know," Ha sighs. "That's what worries me."
The Joneses in the 'Dome

A detail I forgot to mention: The Joneses are under orders to keep their doors wide open except after lights out (and the washroom when in use). 's'why Andrea just has to stop and call instead of knocking.

Would this entail that a minder actually unlocks their door in the morning? Like they're locked in at night kinda thing?

Eeek. I hadn't thought of that.

I'm gonna guess their door doesn't /have a lock, actually, so they can't keep their minder out. I think the PTBs would rather them be able to get out in a hurry (if there's a fire, for example, or to suit up for a drop) and count on doors and gates closer to the perimeter to keep them from escaping.

I found the thought both disturbing and rather hilarious because I highly doubt there exists a manual lock that Logan couldn't crack (but he keeps that fact very close under his hat. I imagine that he stashed a set of lock picks in a bag of Jackson's at some point during our fireflies' courtship, found it when the PTB dropped him and Jackson off for their jetleg nap, and smuggled it in). However, both those pale against not killing ones' Rangers with smoke inhalation \*looks pointedly at ANSK PTBs\*.

True enough about Logan and manual locks, though he doesn't really /need the special tools; it's just much, much faster if he has them. A couple of heavy, stiff wires and he can get through most doors. And that is one of his most closely guarded secrets.

Is he the sort that would think to lull the PBTs into a false sense of security by guarding his tools only somewhat closely and letting them get found out?

He's a cunning bastard, so he might do just that.

So, if they're not allowed to socialize and are to keep to their quarters, how exactly do the PTB figure Logan and Jackson won't go stir crazy?

Well, they're allowed to socialize with each other and have casual interactions with others. Small talk, mostly. They're not confined to quarters, they'll just be subtly watched when they leave. And they have to leave the door open when they're inside. So, they can go to the lounge or the pool or the cafeteria if they want to.

On a related note, does Logan take up knitting out of boredom or are the needles too weaponizable for their liking?

They're given their own silverware, including knives, so knitting needles would be acceptable. I mean, these are guys who can kill with their bare hands, so /anything is potentially weaponizable for them.

I figure they also can download as many books as they want to their readers and have a video game console, too.

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""This is Charlie.""

"My darling, we seem to have grabbed each other's jumpers this morning."

""Mmhm.""

"So you know."

""Yup.""

"And you did so with intent."

""Couldn't very well bring my new spousal unit into work with me, now could I? 'd be a touch distracting.""

"For you or for them?"

He can hear her smiling. ""Them.""

"Not you?"

""Nope.""

"Guess I'll have to work on that, then."

""Guess you will.""
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Michael sighs heavily.

Mum settles in beside him on the lounge couch. "Kathleen and the baby are well?" she hazards.

"Yea, they're doing great," he replies.

She bumps his shoulder. "Then why the air of despair?"

"Kathleen wants to name him something awful."

"It can't be that bad, dear."

Unintelligible grumble.

"What was that?"

"'Eugene'. She wants to name him 'Eugene'."

She deflates. "Oh."

"It's some sorta—" Vague wave. "—family ... thing." Scrubs a hand down his face. "This morning, she was /**fine** with 'Jackson', but /**now** ...." Huffs.

They sit quietly a moment.

"Let me talk to her." She squeezes his shoulder and strolls into Kathleen and the baby's room.

Michael sighs again.

She's back a short time later, reclaims her seat. "I told her about the Jones tradition of using family names as middle names."

"But we—"

"Of course we do, dear." Pats his arm. "Because it allows each child to bloom as an individual."

"Oh. Right." Rubs his neck. "Thanks, Mum."

"You're welcome." She grins. "Just remember the next one has to have 'Patrick' or 'Patricia' for a middle name."

Michael rolls his eyes. "Yes, Mum."
Voslings

## Playtime

Have you seen much of the Voslings' playtime? Do they like house? Dress up? Izzy seems to like blocks... Anything else?

The Voslings' are not so big on house. It's too much like their daily routine (not that they mind that routine in the least) to qualify as play.

Dress up is definitely a favorite. Pietr's even acquired a few dresses from the thrift store to participate properly.

Building, disassembling, and reassembling are all big on the playtime schedule.

They're also into playing pretend, especially combinations of animals and people.

Important to note that in their play no person or creature is 'killed' or 'dies.' If there's any 'injury' it's treated promptly and compassionately.