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needsaparrot ([personal profile] needsaparrot) wrote2007-03-11 12:03 am
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MCA #0, Saturday Night

After checking to make sure that the lobby was still dry and there was a fresh supply of towels and hot coffee out there, Xander retreated to his apartment in the evening. Guzzling coffee and munching twinkies all day had left him craving some real, people-made food, so he had water boiling on the stove for pasta. Because he was still a guy. Who majored in construction.
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[OOC: For oh guess]

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2007-03-11 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, so maybe Bridge knew perfectly well that this would happen. And *maybe* he could have stayed in the bathroom and explained his dilemma to Xander from there. And maybe he didn't. On purpose. In order to get exactly this reaction.

"Uh. Small problem..." he says, fiddling with the edge of the towel.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2007-03-11 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
Bridge doesn't *actually* catch that unfinished thought, though he does quirk an eyebrow at Xander. "My clothes are all still wet and muddy," he points out.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2007-03-11 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
Bridge does not outwardly do a victory dance. There is definitely an inner victory dance going on, though, as he heads back in to the bathroom and gathers up his uniform to go throw in the laundry.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2007-03-11 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
Bridge grabs the robe and lets the towel fall to the floor as he puts it on. "Thanks, dude," he says gratefully. And then, because he *is* a guy. "...Did you mention food?"

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2007-03-11 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Shower and dinner," Bridge says with a smile. "You're too good to me. With, please."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2007-03-11 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, still. Thanks for sharing." Bridge says with a shrug. "Synthesized food just doesn't cut it, sometimes."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2007-03-11 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Pssht, tables," Bridge waves a hand dismissively.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2007-03-12 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
Bridge settles on the couch and makes himself comfortable.

"So yeah, I actually did stop by for a reason other than using your shower and washing machine and eating your food."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2007-03-12 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, that's it exactly," Bridge says. Only around a mouthful of spaghetti soo it's slightly muffled.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2007-03-12 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
"And what about the SPD Academy newsletter?" Bridge replies.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2007-03-12 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Probably haven't got the most recent edition yet then," Bridge says.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2007-03-12 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Commander Cruger found our fifth team member," Bridge says. He's still not sure what his feelings are on the matter. The email hadn't even mentioned a *name*, so Bridge really had nothing to base an opinion on.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2007-03-12 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, yeah," Bridge says. "I mean, that's the way it's supposed to work, but then with Jack not accepting the offer and everything, there was just the four of us. But now there's... whoever he found, and I'm wondering, is he or she even like us? I mean, they probably have to be, they wouldn't stick a normal person on the team of freaks, I guess. And Cruger's sending a shuttle to pick Z and I up this Thursday."