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[color=4169E1]Location:[/color] Angel Grove Community Center → [url=https://i.imgur.com/r6lzt3x.png?1]Command Center[/url]
[color=4169E1]Interacting w/:[/color] Everyone[/center]

Contrary to what most probably believed, Jordan wasn’t oblivious to how people perceived her, especially those that didn’t know her. If she had to guess, more than one of the newcomers were likely disappointed or instantly having some of their views on the Rangers shattered a bit by her display but she wasn’t going to sugar coat things. They would have to learn how she was eventually and it was better to be honest from the get go even if it meant she might not be liked in the long run. Jordan always prided herself on the fact that she was pretty transparent on most things but the important people in her life knew the truth behind most of her bitch fits. The simple fact was, it meant she cared and this time, it had been because she was terrified seeing Clint in that situation and the added surprise of expecting him to be out of danger to suddenly be right there in the thick of it had been a punch in the gut she hadn’t been prepared for. The biggest fear she had thought of at Charlie telling her that Druidon was back was the thought of losing the two of them during another battle.... losing them when she had just gotten them back. She wasn’t one to show or express her fears and upset so she ended up just slamming her point home with vicious anger. He had done kind of a shitty and cowardly thing that she herself had been prepared to explain or make up for if and when he called out Charlie and her for ditching but instead the reverse had been tossed at her. Add in the fact that their efforts from ten years ago had been in vain even if it meant a moment of peace and now, hostages being taken by their enemy making her feel utterly useless...she just didn’t know how to deal with it yet. Charlie was right though, they should calm down and think things through rationally because they would have a lot of work ahead of them. They would regroup wherever the Command Center was and then start on getting everything answered. 

Jordan couldn’t help but frown as the group going with Clint reached the truck, the Green Ranger impressively grating at her finite nerves by making it fairly clear from the get go that he didn’t plan to rest because he wouldn’t let anyone else take over the driving. It just ramped up her nervous energy, worry still hitting her anger button but she chose to stay in silence. Instead of picking a fight again, she took shotgun and started flipping through the stations repeatedly on the radio the second the car was turned on, trying to keep herself calm by finding something she was in the mood to hear and to keep her hands busy. It didn’t take long however for her to realize her actions were irritating the man next to her and while normally she would continue just to fuck with him, she found herself drawing her hand back and staring out the window to watch the scenery go by. Minutes passed by, different buildings zooming past as they continued down the road, some of the places familiar because of distant memory while others still looking brand new to her. One thing was for sure, the closer they got to the supposed ‘Command Center’ the more she felt a sense of dread which she couldn’t really pinpoint why. That is, until her eyes spotted GENESIS headquarters and her heart felt like it had turned to stone so it could drop into her stomach as Clint pulled into the parking garage. She now knew what Charlie’s earlier statement had meant about triggering and it just was like pouring salt in a recently opened wound. 

Jordan hopped out of the truck, following Charlie slowly and keeping an easy pace behind the group. She didn’t know if she could play nice and honestly, it felt better to take this all in somewhat alone or in the background. It looked worse for the wear, the years not being quite kind to it but still intact so that was a positive in their favor. She found herself stopping here and there, looking up at the ceiling of glass windows, enjoying the graffiti, or taking in a distant memory from the past. It hurt more than she thought it would but she realized why Charlie had chosen this place. It was a logical move that she could appreciate even if she absolutely despised it. While Charlie thought they had work to do on the place, she personally thought it was fine how it was because the less she was on the upper floors the better. Honestly, seeing it in not as wonderful a shape was a bit better in her mind. It had always been a bit too esteemed and polished for her taste anyway. The promise of the basement is what she most was looking forward to as the Command Center had always been more of a home to her than with her parents and she had a feeling this might be the same case. She caught up with the group, rushing into the elevator so they wouldn’t have to wait on her. If the events earlier hadn’t been so somber, Jordan might have actually felt a bubble of excitement but she found herself just wanting to know more but also having anxiety over what she might find out.

The doors to the elevator opened, revealing the above floors as misleading and concealing a fully operational Command Center. If you had shown her a picture of this with no context, she would have thought it to be an alien spaceship from a sci-fi movie or some secret government facility. It was pretty badass if she said so herself. Her fingertips brushed over the panels, carefully avoiding any buttons as she did and getting a feel for the space. She found herself stopping at the suits, her heart aching at the sight of the decommissioned suits but none more so than looking towards the fallen, knowing soon that they would be worn by the others. Jordan forced herself away from them, making sure to stand by Clint just in case the moron fell over or now in this case, out of his chair. She looked to their new rookies when Charlie gave her introduction, nodding her head in acknowledgment before giving a ‘yo’ and a small salute as she leaned slightly against the back of her fellow Ranger’s chair. Charlie was still the best little sister around, seeing the better part of her without ever giving insult. She wished the darn cowboy was that way but at least having someone to banter with wasn’t all that bad. It would be interesting to see how she was able to get along with the others, the one named Solane already feeling some of her wraith in a light dose. 

When Charlie asked if they had any questions, she wanted to curse. She fucking hated asking questions, maybe even more than answering them as she was usually one to say action first and questions later. It was why she was fine with their Purple Ranger just giving an explanation on what she thought was important to cover and then maybe filling in the gaps with a question, not kicking off with questions. She held off on speaking up, letting the rookies have a go and wondering what they had to ask. Some were the usual kind, getting there grounding and trying to understand how the suits and Morphin Grid worked. Sloane’s were a bit more to the point that she also wanted to know more about or was stressed on but first thing first. [color=4169E1]”Um, we got a fridge somewhere up in here?”[/color], Jordan asked, pausing for a moment as she realized how it sounded like a joke or that she was looking to keep snacks down here which while maybe not wrong for future thought was not why she was asking. [color=4169E1]”And before you give me that look, I was asking for cowboy over here. He is gonna want some ice on those ribs to reduce swelling and help against any bruises trying to form.”[/color], she added to explain herself and gave a deep sigh. [color=4169E1]”As for my second question since my main concerns have been asked, do you own the building or is there some kind of landlord or outside influences we need to be worrying about? I don’t want a situation like last time. And exactly, how long have you been preparing all this? When did you get a hint that Druidon might have returned? I get why I wasn’t informed, I skipped out and cut ties but shouldn’t you have been preparing with someone else like Clint? Why did you do this alone?”[/color], Jordan questioned, her second question going more into a light flood of questions. She hadn’t really thought about it before but Clint not having a Morpher earlier meant maybe those two had lost touch as well. It made her wonder a bit on how and why exactly. Most important thing that was needed to do was work out any kinks and problems they had in the team before they tried to face this again and the hostages just put more on the line. It felt like the clock was ticking and she didn’t like it.