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New York City, 2007
"I get it, I do, really," Jen said dryly to the suspect she'd wrestled to the ground and was currently handcuffing. "It's a real problem -- all the kids getting sucked in, impacting society negatively, all of that. I understand ( Read more... ) -
Lobby of SPD HQ, THE FUTURE, Tuesday Evening Fandom Time
It wasn't that Jen didn't enjoy the . . . unique challenges she got to face in her capacity as a Time Force officer. They got her out of the SPD lab, for one thing, and if she was going to obsessively keep up her training routine it was nice to know she got to put it to use sometimes, right ( Read more... ) -
Somewhere in the Western US, 2027 CE (Friday, Fandom Time)
It was hard to work on tiny components with cold, stiff fingers, but after a few hours' fiddling Jen finally snapped the casing back onto her Chronomorpher and grinned when she saw the lights blink in the correct sequence ( Read more... ) -
Jen's Quarters, SPD HQ, Newtech City, THE FUTURE
It had taken Jen most of the morning to talk Boom out of thinking that the SWAT Megazord needed giant pie-flinging capabilities, but after that the testing had gone pretty smoothly. If exhaustingly; all she wanted to do was take her boots off and read for a little while. She was halfway through undoing one boot when her Chronomorpher beeped with ( Read more... ) -
Downtown San Angeles (sigh), June 30 2010, Wednesday Night
As assignments went, Jen had had more eventful ones. She'd also had less weird ones than hanging out, keeping an eye on an alley full of gourmet food trucks, but you know . . . as long as she got to keep wandering around, ordering a cupcake here and a grilled cheese sandwich there, or maybe some of those arancini, and that barbecue truck serving ( Read more... ) -
Jen's Quarters, SPD HQ, Newtech City, California, THE FUTURE
So. That had been an interesting assignment.
Jen walked back into her quarters carrying bags that looked suspiciously like merchandise, including a giant stuffed Miga doll whose head poked out of the top of one of the bags, and dropped them on the floor beside her bed before collapsing onto it in exhaustion.
It had been a draining assignment, ( Read more... ) -
Jen's Quarters, SPD HQ, Newtech City, California, THE FUTURE
Jen squelched her way back into her quarters, trying not to think too hard about the messy trail she must have left all the way into the building and mentally resolving to buy cupcakes and premium motor oil for the biological and mechanical contingents of the entire cleaning crew tomorrow. Whatever the thick, yellowish goop she was covered in was ( Read more... ) -
SPD Headquarters, Newtech City, THE FUTURE, Sunday
Maybe she was just imagining things, and if she was she'd blame it on being punchy; after all, there was no reason at all her thoughts should keep drifting toward Corinth City and something that hadn't even happened yet. She hadn't gone home for Christmas -- that was still difficult logistically -- and had volunteered to work a double shift on ( Read more... )