Third Floor Common Room, Monday Morning (9 - Noonish)

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner had gotten himself some breakfast, and was now fretting a little about the voicemail he'd gotten from Jamie. Too late to do anything about it now, though. So, because he's brilliant like that sometimes, he decided to try and work on his final project for Humor to keep his mind off it. And he might as well start paying up on that wish. Two birds, one stone, and all that.

This meant trucking his laptop and a stack of notes out to the common room. Typing was frustrating, owing to the combination of leather gloves and laptop keyboard.

And just to top it off, when he turned on the TV for background noise?

There was an Abaranger marathon on. It figured.

[OOC: Common-room-ly open, natch. May be subject to bouts of SP.]

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[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally blinked when she entered the common room.

"Is it some sort of Halloween again?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner stopped stabbing at the backspace key on his laptop and looked up. It probably looked a little freaky with the helmet. "Nope. Not Halloween. Not a costume, either. Just me."

He'd completely forgotten that people weren't going to figure out right away who "me" was.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"And you're who, exactly?" Cally said. "Cause I will scream for Constable Fraser if you're not supposed to be here."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"It's me, Conner, duh!" Conner exclaimed. Nope, still hadn't made the connection between "face-obscuring helmet" and "effectively anonymous."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally blinked.

"No way," she said.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

At around noon or so, Billy passed the door to the common room and had to back up to do a double take. He examined the symbol on Conner's chest carefully to make sure it was nothing he recognized.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner had his helmet back on by now, but he took it off again when he saw Billy double-take. "It's just me," he said. "No need to call security on me or anything. I seem to have a uniform malfunction."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"What, uh, what kind of uniform?" he asked. It was a bit too bright colored really to have been associated with anyone he knew he realized now.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner looked down and tapped the symbol on his chest thoughtfully. "I'm, uh." This was seriously weird, admitting it to people. "A Power Ranger?"

And somehow, saying it? Made him feel kind of dumb.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Doesn't ring a bell, is that some kinda special forces thing?"

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"So... is the principal forcing you to dress like that or is your fashion sense worse than I ever imagined?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Funny," Conner told him. "I woke up this way, and I seem to be stuck in it."

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Why?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"No idea. I think it's what I'm paying for the wish I asked for."

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"You asked for a wish?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad woke up, shuffled in, and headed toward the fridge for food. Which meant he was actually in a state of such acute unawareness that he didn't really think much about the red, spandex clad man in the common room, but he still had enough manners to grunt a hello.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Chad," Conner told him, actually grateful for the lack of double-take-age.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Another grunt, this one accompanied with a lifted hand, before Chad's attention went entirely to the very important quest for food in the fridge. It wasn't until he found a tomato and took a first bite that he realized there was a red dude in the common room who knew his name. He stopped, mid-chew, with a slightly jaw-hung, "Uhhhhhh?"

It was too early to formulate words for red dudes who know your name. But, apparantly, not too early to check out any spandex-clad asses in the room. Chad's pursuit of that impulse ended with a thoughtful grunt and another bite of the tomato.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

And off came the helmet again. At least that was removable. "It's Conner," he said. For some reason he couldn't quite figure out, his eyebrow twitched when Chad bit into the tomato.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Chad said, mumbled slightly because of the food in his mouth, but still conveying a general 'duh, I should have known that tone.' "Nice pants."

[multiplez]

Z froze in the doorway to the common room as soon as she saw Conner. "Is there an emergency? Should I be heading for the nearest fallout shelter? 'Cause, this town doesn't have an Abandoned Warehouse District, so I don't see where you're gonna put the Zords."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"I know," Conner told her. "It's too small. I didn't think that was possible; I thought every town had room for an abandoned warehouse district. But I don't think there's an emergency. I apparently got my powers back while I was sleeping, and now I can't power down."

[multiplez]

"Oh, that's cool." Z took a couple of steps into the room before she realized something and giggled. "Does this mean you're stuck like that?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Yes, and it didn't involve amber this time," Conner replied. "Just possibly a wish I made yesterday."

[multiplez]

"Do you want me to get the scissors?" Z offered. "Or would that even help?"