Briarwood, California, Friday Early Afternoon Fandom Time

[connernotconnor]

Faced with the prospect of another semester not going to college and not much to do between now and the time he had to start planning next summer's soccer camp, Conner had decided to take advantage of the weather and the holiday to go road tripping. (Like he was going anywhere near the mall.) It was better than staying at home, anyway, with Eric

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[notafairmaiden]

Gwynn was bored. Very bored.

It was her own fault for deciding to come back from Briton early, but there was only so much of her male family members she could deal with until she was overcome by the desire to stab them.

So, there she was, at the Causeway to Fandom, deciding to stop and make a phone call.

[connernotconnor]

"I'm not stuck in a tree," Conner said automatically when he picked up the phone, because in fact he was still staring directly at said tree across the street.

[notafairmaiden]

Gwynn frowned and shook her head. "Why would I think you were stuck in a tree?"

[connernotconnor]

"I dunno, but I'm not," Conner replied. "Gwynn! Hi! I'm in Briarwood right now."

Please, as if logical connections between sentences were happening for him.

[connernotconnor]

"Tori!" Conner was still yelling, thanks to loud explosions -- you never noticed how loud they were with a helmet and a Megazord between you and the sound, funny enough, and now he was kind of wondering how anyone in Reefside had hearing left. "How's it going?"

[connernotconnor]

"What's goin' on, Tori?" And now there was a fire truck racing to the scene -- he'd never noticed that detail from the Megazord cockpit because emergency responders somehow always conveniently stayed out of giant stompy foot range -- with its sirens blaring. "I'm in Briarwood!"