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I was gonna say sorry for the delay, but then I realized we're like twelve posts in within five days, and that's pretty good honestly.
Great job everyone!
Conversation that should happen
Bruce: I don't really care about dinosaurs
Helia: Then what have you been keeping in your garage, zing!
Also, someone(right now I'm thinking Finn) should just inexplicably already know that Sa'Cha is magical.
Sa'Cha: I have a great secret that I have no choice but to reveal now *does magic*
Everyone else: holy shit, wtf?
Finn, eagerly: cool, what's the secret though?
Great job everyone!
Conversation that should happen
Bruce: I don't really care about dinosaurs
Helia: Then what have you been keeping in your garage, zing!
Also, someone(right now I'm thinking Finn) should just inexplicably already know that Sa'Cha is magical.
Sa'Cha: I have a great secret that I have no choice but to reveal now *does magic*
Everyone else: holy shit, wtf?
Finn, eagerly: cool, what's the secret though?
Bruce let most people go by before expending the effort to unwedge and unfold himself from the little bus seat. There was a reason he had driven himself to and from school ever since he had been allowed. Getting his license was blessedly around the same time he had become simply too big to fit on a school bus.
Despite being one of the last off, Bruce was one of the first to reach to truck to begin unloading, blowing past the reluctant Bulk and Skull. He took more than his share in his arms and started to follow along to the tents where the real action would be.
"I tell ya, I won't mind if it's all lugging stuff back and forth. Can do that half asleep and wake up feeling fine."
All too soon, the lugging was over and while some other volunteers set up shop, the students were taken on a nice tour. Bruce looked on politely, but dinosaurs weren't really his thing, and when they reached the restaurant, it was the "Cafe" bit that interested him, not the "Dino Bite."
Oz issued a general challenge to eat the Cafe's largest offering, and Helia had already vocally accepted.
"Well, I ain't about to let myself get out eaten, so you're both on."
Despite being one of the last off, Bruce was one of the first to reach to truck to begin unloading, blowing past the reluctant Bulk and Skull. He took more than his share in his arms and started to follow along to the tents where the real action would be.
"I tell ya, I won't mind if it's all lugging stuff back and forth. Can do that half asleep and wake up feeling fine."
All too soon, the lugging was over and while some other volunteers set up shop, the students were taken on a nice tour. Bruce looked on politely, but dinosaurs weren't really his thing, and when they reached the restaurant, it was the "Cafe" bit that interested him, not the "Dino Bite."
Oz issued a general challenge to eat the Cafe's largest offering, and Helia had already vocally accepted.
"Well, I ain't about to let myself get out eaten, so you're both on."
I'm definitely cool with Bruce being adapted for your fanfic, so have at it.
I goofed, I went to fix the color tag and hit quote instead of edit.
Ignore
Weeks earlier...
Henry and Bruce Bailey stood around the open hood of a Ninetey-Two Nissan 300ZX. The prospective seller stood nearby, his arms crossed as he watched them argue over it.
"She's about as old as me. Needs a priest, not a mechanic." It was true enough that the paint was in rough shape, and it sat on four flat tires. And there was some kind of nest in the air intake.
"I don't need to restore it or nothing, but if I make it run, I can sell it to someone who will. I've gone and done it before. Besides, it's old, but it's been sittin', right?" He turned to the seller, a man not much older than Bruce himself.
"Huh? Oh, yeah man. My dad parked it because the clutch was going bad, he just never fixed it, and I don't really wanna so..."
"Let's get it on the trailer, daddy. I can make this work"
~~~
Now...
Bruce was seated by the window, next to a kid named Oz, and both boys were similar engrossed on their phone. Bruce had seven different tabs open in his browser, looking for parts for the Nissan that had become the bane of his existence. He'd thought he'd put in a new clutch, some shiny tires and offload the thing, but everywhere he looked there were new problems.
Eleven hundred for this, but then I can't afford both struts, only one is all that bad but I really should do both, and I can't find a good set of calipers for this model anywhere...
On and on he went, lost in his thoughts without anyone to really talk to. He didn't have many real friends. Kids he went to shop classes with were the closest to relating to him, but none of them were interested in dinosaur day, or whatever this was called. Of course, neither was Bruce, but he needed the credits.
There was Helia, of course, but she scared him a little in a way he couldn't explain. He'd talk to her if she struck something up, but usually he kept his head as far down as his stature allowed.
The kid next to him suddenly opened his mouth, “That wasn't political discussion. That was a dick measuring contest. Its a good thing she stopped it now before they started unzipping.”
Bruce hadn't heard the rest, but the off color joke caught him off guard and he let out a much louder bark of laughter than he meant to.
Henry and Bruce Bailey stood around the open hood of a Ninetey-Two Nissan 300ZX. The prospective seller stood nearby, his arms crossed as he watched them argue over it.
"She's about as old as me. Needs a priest, not a mechanic." It was true enough that the paint was in rough shape, and it sat on four flat tires. And there was some kind of nest in the air intake.
"I don't need to restore it or nothing, but if I make it run, I can sell it to someone who will. I've gone and done it before. Besides, it's old, but it's been sittin', right?" He turned to the seller, a man not much older than Bruce himself.
"Huh? Oh, yeah man. My dad parked it because the clutch was going bad, he just never fixed it, and I don't really wanna so..."
"Let's get it on the trailer, daddy. I can make this work"
~~~
Now...
Bruce was seated by the window, next to a kid named Oz, and both boys were similar engrossed on their phone. Bruce had seven different tabs open in his browser, looking for parts for the Nissan that had become the bane of his existence. He'd thought he'd put in a new clutch, some shiny tires and offload the thing, but everywhere he looked there were new problems.
Eleven hundred for this, but then I can't afford both struts, only one is all that bad but I really should do both, and I can't find a good set of calipers for this model anywhere...
On and on he went, lost in his thoughts without anyone to really talk to. He didn't have many real friends. Kids he went to shop classes with were the closest to relating to him, but none of them were interested in dinosaur day, or whatever this was called. Of course, neither was Bruce, but he needed the credits.
There was Helia, of course, but she scared him a little in a way he couldn't explain. He'd talk to her if she struck something up, but usually he kept his head as far down as his stature allowed.
The kid next to him suddenly opened his mouth, “That wasn't political discussion. That was a dick measuring contest. Its a good thing she stopped it now before they started unzipping.”
Bruce hadn't heard the rest, but the off color joke caught him off guard and he let out a much louder bark of laughter than he meant to.
But to actually contribute:
I reckon we start as is. We can always come up with excuses to add more people.
Another idea: perhaps Zordon can make more nanosuits, but it requires something. Maybe two or more of the Rangers have to "donate" part of theirs. I imagine the suits are capable of self repair, so if they donate some of their nanites, they'll be weakened temporarily, while a new suit "grows" in its own capsule.
EDIT: we would need to bake in some kind of excuse for why he hasn't just been making spares. Maybe it needs a sentient being to bond with before it can grow and/or repair?
I reckon we start as is. We can always come up with excuses to add more people.
Another idea: perhaps Zordon can make more nanosuits, but it requires something. Maybe two or more of the Rangers have to "donate" part of theirs. I imagine the suits are capable of self repair, so if they donate some of their nanites, they'll be weakened temporarily, while a new suit "grows" in its own capsule.
EDIT: we would need to bake in some kind of excuse for why he hasn't just been making spares. Maybe it needs a sentient being to bond with before it can grow and/or repair?
Fun anecdote, I was all over the internet yesterday looking at pictures of Haley Joel Osment, and today I'm talking to a coworker about child actors in horror movie and I went and said "What about that kid in the sixth sense? Who played him, hurr durr?"
Okay, my current idea for the "zord" bit"
Something with big, segmented wings. The segments can move around independently, form barriers or attack as necessary.
Something with big, segmented wings. The segments can move around independently, form barriers or attack as necessary.
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