First Floor Lobby, Saturday Early Afternoon

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner was slouched in a chair in the lobby with T-Rex the laptop, idly web browsing and trying not to think too much about his embarrassing behavior with Gwynn a few days ago, when he got a handwavey email telling him to meet up with a few other people . . . hey, in the lobby. That was convenient. He kind of really didn't want Gwynn to get dragged back to ancient England and hanged, because that would suck.

He was still a little worried about the whole "human opponent" issue, though. He was totally fine beating up on a conglomeration of a shark, a flower, and car parts, but this was a little out of his comfort zone.

[OOC: Mainly for plotty folks, but hey, lobby and all, so open.]

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[robotboyfetish.livejournal.com]

"My own what-a-zord?" Cassie asked.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Megazord!" Conner said, flailing his hands a little in a completely incoherent attempt to explain. "Big . . . stompy . . . robot the size of a skyscraper!"

[robotboyfetish.livejournal.com]

"I can't get that big," Cassie said. "Not without risking severe damage to the area, at least."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Well, duh. That'd be the point," Conner replied. "Okay, technically the point is supposed to be keeping other things that size from doing damage to the area, but still."