Does this count as a Meme? Probably not but who cares!?

[changelingdude.livejournal.com]

Indecisive Meme!

So! Al has a problem and I'm sure many of you share the same problem.

So many muses to pick from, only one spot to app with!

And so here's the game

1. Post with a muse you have that you've been curious about bringing to Trans, maybe set up a scene if you feel perky.
2. Get tags from the current muses of Trans_9!
3. Or get tags from muses who will be joining Trans_9 soon!
4. Or maybe tag around with your potential muse in other musethreads.
5. ???
6. Cake!
7.There is no cake

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Dr. K | Power Rangers RPM

[itsnotspandex.livejournal.com]

The garage being here was welcoming, but also worrying. What if Venjix really had won and this was all that remained? Surely, the Ranger Operators would have survived, right?

Dr. K strolled through her lab, looking at the area where the Ranger suits were held and then at her computer. She sat down, a bit hard, and looked over everything. Being one of th ones remaining from her world wasn't a good thing and she didn't appreciate it.

What she wouldn't do for one of Ranger Operator Series Green's jokes or the banter in between Ranger Operator Series Yellow and Ranger Operator Series Black, or even questions from Ranger Operator Series Red and Blue...

For now, though, she'd persevere. She did it before and she could do it again. Or, at least she hoped she could.

John Crichton || Farscape

[youmissed]

"Hey! Hey, I'm talking to you! C'mon, I've got slime in places that I - okay, obviously you've done this before, but - "

John Crichton's used to being the galaxy's whipping boy. It's like a badge or a gold star or something, next to his useless PH.d and right after all those big shiny credentials that mean jack 'cause Kansas isn't even a spitball on the map. Tends to put things in perspective. Really, it does. Falling out of a pod with slime going all kinds of funky places? Yeah, he'd say that was still new. Trying to stop and work out the kinks in his plant suit thing (whatever. He's sure it's got a real name - he just doesn't care), John hopes that slime he woke up in isn't toxic to humans. Maybe it's another one of those things everyone's used to this side of the galaxy, like dentics and whatever that two-headed alien was back there a few minutes ago. Real friendly guy.

He tries to work out what's determined to be the mother of all wedgies in the plant suit. At this point, he's really, really, really missing his pants. Pants. That's what he took for granted, John realizes. A good pair of old-fashioned pants that didn't breathe at you or have fights or try to tell you how it thought you should be handling things like you can't handle this on your own. Or throbbing. The throbbing this plant suit thing is doing? Creeps him out.

John wanders deeper into Stacy and tries again. "Hi! John Crichton, new here, you've probably done this song and dance but..."

[itsnotspandex.livejournal.com]

Dr. K looked up, her face a mixture of confusion and apprehension. Right, she didn't know who was trustworthy here and she wasn't going to take any chances. She grabbed the cannon that was around her lab and held it to her protectively.

Quietly, she crept around the garage with the cannon, her finger on the trigger as she pointed it to John.

"Are you a part of the crew or one of the ones we've been warned about?" she asked, her tone curt and straight to the point.

[youmissed]

You know, at this point, John thought seeing an Earth style garage would be something like a home away from home.

Instead John got what looked like a laughably huge cannon right in his face. Seriously, it looked like something out of Loony Toons, even right down to the weird blinking lights and if he thought he was going crazy before with Bondage Bob squatting in his head, that right there? Would probably do the trick too. John fought down the urge to giggle. Something told him that wasn't going to help his case here. It wasn't helping things either that the cannon looked like it was bigger than the Sebacean girl behind it.

He had to say, she didn't look very Peacekeeper, no military chest-thumping. Nada. Zip.

John kept his hands up where she could see them.

"Uh," John said intelligently. "Part of the crew? I think? Look, I just woke up here and I was hoping someone could explain everything. Like how to get these damn suits off and where the hell are we."

[itsnotspandex.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't knock Dr. K around! Don't you know that she was able to take out one of Venjix's soldiers with just the power of music alone? So, therefore, she could hold her own in a fight.

Still, the cannon was still in his face, her finger still ready to fire at will.

"As far as I know, we're on Stacy, the ship. For the suits, that's something I'm still figuring out. Otherwise, that's all I know so far."

[youmissed]

John kept his hands up in what he hoped counted as a universal "I surrender" to a Sebacean with a bigass cannon.

"Okay, so no go on those. Could I put my hands down? Look, let's start from the beginning: I'm John." He figured if she hadn't shot him yet, she probably didn't know about the bounties, so...well, yeah. Seemed promising. "What's your name?"

He found himself eyeing that cannon, hoping she didn't slip or decide her arms were getting tired. Where she could even stash that thing was beyond him and he tried to resist glancing around at the garage while she was pointing a gun at his face.

[itsnotspandex.livejournal.com]

"Dr. K," she replied before deciding to lower the cannon. He didn't pose as a threat to her yet, so maybe he was trustworthy. But, still - she was going to keep her guard up nonetheless.

Though, she was still going to be wary of this John. As far as she knew, he could be a threat to her. At his question, she did nod, her expression tight and firm. It was obvious that she didn't trust him yet.

[stillpullsitoff.livejournal.com]

There was another doctor in the house - one who paused at the Ranger suit display with hands in his pockets.

"So this is one of the groups that followed us..."