Disclaimers in part one. Hoping to wrap this up in part 5 or six. Sorry.
Murphy's Law by Stultulo copyright 2003 part 4
Cam leaned against the dresser. He'd been examining the makeup of the dresser, seeing if there was a way to get to the locked drawers without breaking the thing apart. He didn't want to damage the dresser - for one, it would be obvious, and he'd have to sneak out of there. For another, somehow he didn't want to hurt Marah. She might have been working for Lothor, but she seemed to be the nicest of the bunch.
Hearing someone at the door, he hurriedly skittered away from the dresser, clumsily landing on Marah's fluffy pink bed. Why a villain needed an overstuffed bed, he was unsure, but it was hers.
"Get off my bed!" Marah yelled. Taking one look at her panicked face, Cam complied.
"I'm sorry," Cam said, getting off the bed and returning to his pillow. "I didn't mean to make you upset."
If Marah got upset, then Lothor would know, and he wanted Lothor to forget as soon as possible.
Marah sniffled a little. "You've got a nice voice," she said. "And I guess you wouldn't have known my bed is off limits."
"Yeah." He wondered why she was so panicked about him sitting on her bed, but decided not to pry.
"Uncle's got someone looking for a bed for you," Marah said. "Kapri said that we should share one, but we're not married or anything, so I refused."
"Thanks." He'd doubted Marah was 'interested' in him. He suddenly felt rather happy that it was Marah, rather than Kapri, who had been assigned to capture him. He still wanted to get out of there, but at least he might still get out with his sanity intact. "Can I ask you something?"
Marah smiled. "Sure. Uncle said to keep an eye on you, so what'd you want to know?"
"Well, for one thing, could I have my glasses back."
She pursed her lips. "They spoil the look."
"If I don't have them, you look like a big blob," Cam said. "A big black, red, and white blob." He squinted at her, just to see her reaction.
"Oh," Marah said. "Well, pirates don't wear glasses." She looked thoughtful, and then brightened. "I know, I'll find you something where you can wear your glasses. Maybe I'll ask Uncle Lothor if I can take you with me shopping sometime."
"Maybe you can find something on the ship," Cam suggested. Lothor would be expecting him to try to run away from *that*. "I don't think you should ask him that. I'm a prisoner, remember?"
"Oh, yeah," Marah said. "Yeah, it's not like I'm leaving you alone. In fact, Uncle told me to stay here with you. Though if you want to go up to the bridge, we can go. It's more exciting up there anyway."
Cam pulled at his restraining collar to remind her that he was stuck in her room.
"Oh," she said, comprehending. "I wonder if I could get Zurgane or Uncle to adjust the controls," she said. "I mean, I like my bedroom, but I like being around Kapri and Zurgane and Uncle more, and it's kinda boring in here."
"That's okay," he said. "I kinda like it in here more than I do out there."
"Really?" Marah asked. "Then I like it here too." She walked over and sat down by him. "So, what do you want to do?"
"Do?" Cam echoed.
"Yeah." Marah looked at him. "Like, what do you do at home to have fun?"
"Well, I watch TV and play games on my computer," Cam answered.
"Oh," Marah said, disconcerted. "Well, I don't have a computer here or a TV, but...." She looked over at him. "What do you do when you're not having fun?"
"I program the computers, maintain the Zords, and try to keep the Rangers from being killed," Cam said. "When I'm not doing that, I'm taking care of my father."
"Oh, yeah, Uncle turned him into a guinea pig, right?" Marah asked. "A guinea pig would be so cute!" She paused. "Is your Dad cute?"
"I, uh, kinda never noticed," Cam said.
"Oh," Marah said. "I have a blowfish. Did you see George while you were waiting for me?"
"George?" Cam asked.
Marah stood up and offered him a hand. She led him over to a small bowl sitting on a table. "George."
"Oh." She wasn't kidding about the blowfish.
"Isn't he cute?" Marah asked. "I mean, not as cute as a guinea pig, but... I love him."
"I can see that," he said, as she picked up some fish food and fed her fish.
"Do you have any pets?" she asked.
Cam shook his head.
"Oh well." She smiled again. "That's okay. You can help me take care of George!"
"I can hardly wait," Cam mumbled.
Murphy's Law by Stultulo copyright 2003 part 4
Cam leaned against the dresser. He'd been examining the makeup of the dresser, seeing if there was a way to get to the locked drawers without breaking the thing apart. He didn't want to damage the dresser - for one, it would be obvious, and he'd have to sneak out of there. For another, somehow he didn't want to hurt Marah. She might have been working for Lothor, but she seemed to be the nicest of the bunch.
Hearing someone at the door, he hurriedly skittered away from the dresser, clumsily landing on Marah's fluffy pink bed. Why a villain needed an overstuffed bed, he was unsure, but it was hers.
"Get off my bed!" Marah yelled. Taking one look at her panicked face, Cam complied.
"I'm sorry," Cam said, getting off the bed and returning to his pillow. "I didn't mean to make you upset."
If Marah got upset, then Lothor would know, and he wanted Lothor to forget as soon as possible.
Marah sniffled a little. "You've got a nice voice," she said. "And I guess you wouldn't have known my bed is off limits."
"Yeah." He wondered why she was so panicked about him sitting on her bed, but decided not to pry.
"Uncle's got someone looking for a bed for you," Marah said. "Kapri said that we should share one, but we're not married or anything, so I refused."
"Thanks." He'd doubted Marah was 'interested' in him. He suddenly felt rather happy that it was Marah, rather than Kapri, who had been assigned to capture him. He still wanted to get out of there, but at least he might still get out with his sanity intact. "Can I ask you something?"
Marah smiled. "Sure. Uncle said to keep an eye on you, so what'd you want to know?"
"Well, for one thing, could I have my glasses back."
She pursed her lips. "They spoil the look."
"If I don't have them, you look like a big blob," Cam said. "A big black, red, and white blob." He squinted at her, just to see her reaction.
"Oh," Marah said. "Well, pirates don't wear glasses." She looked thoughtful, and then brightened. "I know, I'll find you something where you can wear your glasses. Maybe I'll ask Uncle Lothor if I can take you with me shopping sometime."
"Maybe you can find something on the ship," Cam suggested. Lothor would be expecting him to try to run away from *that*. "I don't think you should ask him that. I'm a prisoner, remember?"
"Oh, yeah," Marah said. "Yeah, it's not like I'm leaving you alone. In fact, Uncle told me to stay here with you. Though if you want to go up to the bridge, we can go. It's more exciting up there anyway."
Cam pulled at his restraining collar to remind her that he was stuck in her room.
"Oh," she said, comprehending. "I wonder if I could get Zurgane or Uncle to adjust the controls," she said. "I mean, I like my bedroom, but I like being around Kapri and Zurgane and Uncle more, and it's kinda boring in here."
"That's okay," he said. "I kinda like it in here more than I do out there."
"Really?" Marah asked. "Then I like it here too." She walked over and sat down by him. "So, what do you want to do?"
"Do?" Cam echoed.
"Yeah." Marah looked at him. "Like, what do you do at home to have fun?"
"Well, I watch TV and play games on my computer," Cam answered.
"Oh," Marah said, disconcerted. "Well, I don't have a computer here or a TV, but...." She looked over at him. "What do you do when you're not having fun?"
"I program the computers, maintain the Zords, and try to keep the Rangers from being killed," Cam said. "When I'm not doing that, I'm taking care of my father."
"Oh, yeah, Uncle turned him into a guinea pig, right?" Marah asked. "A guinea pig would be so cute!" She paused. "Is your Dad cute?"
"I, uh, kinda never noticed," Cam said.
"Oh," Marah said. "I have a blowfish. Did you see George while you were waiting for me?"
"George?" Cam asked.
Marah stood up and offered him a hand. She led him over to a small bowl sitting on a table. "George."
"Oh." She wasn't kidding about the blowfish.
"Isn't he cute?" Marah asked. "I mean, not as cute as a guinea pig, but... I love him."
"I can see that," he said, as she picked up some fish food and fed her fish.
"Do you have any pets?" she asked.
Cam shook his head.
"Oh well." She smiled again. "That's okay. You can help me take care of George!"
"I can hardly wait," Cam mumbled.
