[Second floor, early evening]

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek had dropped by his room after trying to stay away most of the day, hoping that the frogs would leave on their own and amazingly, they had, via the slightly ajar door.

Cleaning up a bit, he now had a huge pile of frog-tainted laundry to do, and when he checked his voice mail he found his coffee machine was ready to be picked up. Checking one last time for any remaining frogs, he walked down the hall to 227 and knocked.

[ooc: Comments now include result of Bridge tampering upon the poor espresso machine.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge opens the door and peers out suspiciously.

"Are they gone?" he asks Krycek, and gestures for him to enter.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

"The frogs? Seems like," he says, glancing down the hallway warily. He walks in past Bridge, hands in the pockets of his jeans. "Thanks for leaving me a message - I'd completely forgotten about it with all the frog mess today."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge rummages through several piles of parts before finding the espresso machine. He holds it aloft triumphantly.

"Here you are..." he says as he hands it over. "And here..." he also hands Krycek the bill with an apologetic expression. "Normally, I wouldn't mind doing it for free. But.. my friends and I, kinda really need the money," he shrugs.

He fails to mention that he may have, erm, improved the coffee machine. Just a little.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Taking it under one arm, he's glad it doesn't look any worse for wear after falling off his desk and being out of his sight for several days not that he's at all paranoid about his possessions or anything. "Not a problem - I discussed it with Cally on Monday. This is just about what I'd suggested, actually." He looks the bill over, completely missing the notation of "additions" to the machine, and nods as he folds it up one-handed.

From a pocket, he pulls three tens and holds them out to Bridge, though he doesn't release them yet. "Can I get a receipt as well? Just for my own records."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Sure, dude." Bridge grabs a piece of paper and scribbles:

Repair
+ P
___
$30

11/10/05

and hands that over to Krycek.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Glancing at Bridge after he reads the receipt, he arches eyebrows curiously. "'Parts' as well as repair? I'm glad you guys are around - I never would have gotten it fixed myself." Hefting the machine he nods. "Thanks again. If anyone asks for a recommendation, I'll let them know about you three."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, dude." Bridge says with a grin. That he should maybe clarify what the P stands for never even occurs to him as he says goodbye.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

With his newly repaired machine, Krycek retreated to his dorm - still leaving the door open as the faint dampness of the frog infestation hadn't quite left. He set it down on the desk and plugged it back in, adding in a filter and grounds, meaning just to test the machine out before Jake tried it.

When he went to push the 'brew' button, he noticed there were now two. Frowning, he went to find the instructions to make sure he wasn't misremembering - no, there was only one listed there. Krycek stared at the two buttons for a long moment, then finally realized the second button wasn't labelled at all.

Carefully, he pushed it, then backed up quickly as the machine shuddered and began making a violent popping sound. As he watched it, the machine popped faster and faster, the top finally flying open as popcorn shot out in all directions. Nice, fluffy, white popcorn. From his espresso machine.

Now his room (and the hallway in front of his door) was covered in moist frog residue and a frosting of popcorn.

Just another day at Fandom High, really.