MCA #0, Saturday Night

[needsaparrot]

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]

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[needsaparrot]

Xander looks up. "Sure. I was just thinking--" How much I'd miss you. "--I don't know all that much about the team, or... what you guys'll be doing. Aside from keeping the world safe from giant robots, I guess."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Probably a lot of training, and team building exercises, stuff like that," Bridge shrugs. "Gruumm hasn't actually made it through to this sector of space in my time yet, so there won't be any giant robots. I don't think."

[needsaparrot]

"This sector?" Xander repeats. "Where are you going?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Nebula Academy," Bridge says. "The station they sent Syd and Sky to, when they split us up."

[needsaparrot]

"So you get to see them again; that'll be cool, right?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Bridge smiles. "Haven't seen either of them since... this time last year, actually. I'm kinda worried about Z, though."

[needsaparrot]

"How come?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"She... doesn't exactly fit what *Sky*, at least, thinks is the mold for a proper SPD officer." Bridge explains. "So I'm worried about how he'll react once he actually *meets* her."

[needsaparrot]

"Hrrmrmm." Xander might be thinking of how completely intimidated he'd been at the idea of meeting Commander Cruger, and he wasn't even supposed to be one of them. He was just -- he had been just -- the boyfriend. He wouldn't be surprised if Z were feeling the same way about the rest of the team.

"Well, your boss picked her," Xander points out. "He thinks she belongs there."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"*I* think she does too," Bridge says. "Not that my opinion's ever counted much with Sky, of course."

[needsaparrot]

Xander stabs a meatball with his fork. "Why not?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"He thinks Syd and I are 'flaky'," he says, balancing his own bowl in his lap so he can make airquotes.

[needsaparrot]

"You're not flaky. You're just...differently normal."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"That's a polite way of saying flaky."

[needsaparrot]

"No, it's not. Flaky means you can't be counted on, which is... pretty much the opposite of you."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge can't help but grin widely at that. "Glad you think so."

[needsaparrot]

When the spaghetti is down to the slurpy bits in the bottom of the bowl and the meatballs are long-gone, Xander glances out the glass doors. "Got dark fast."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge follows Xander's gaze. "My clothes are probably done by now," he remarks.

[needsaparrot]

Oh, and Xander was doing such a good job of almost ignoring the fact that he wasn't wearing them, up to now. "Yeah..." He frowns.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"So I could, uh, head back to the dorms, I guess," Bridge says with a shrug.

[needsaparrot]

"You could," Xander agrees. "Except it's pitch-black and flooded out there. You fell off a raft in the daylight."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge pouts. "Are you mocking my rafting abilities?"

[needsaparrot]

"No, I'm just worrying about how good your drowning abilities might be."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I can swim!" Bridge says defensively, thinking Xander should remember this. They've *been* swimming, after all.

[needsaparrot]

"In the dark. Through town."