Room 227: ABC Damage Control Business Hours [Sunday: late afternoon/early evening]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge lays sprawled on his bed, working on a disassembled... something.

The sign on the outside of the door reads "The Mechanics Are In", though that's not strictly true as neither Anders nor Cally are anywhere to be seen.

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Nooo... doesn't make any noises that it's not supposed to, actually. No talking!"

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"Good," Aeryn says, definitely relieved. The toaster is enough. "And it won't, say, shoot flames from anywhere? Or... dance?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Nah, although..." he scambles for a pen and paper and then writes something down, underlining it several times. "Er, sorry. Brainstorming."

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Aeryn's eyes widen. Just a little.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"For a completely unrelated project!" Bridge clarifies in what he hopes is a reassuring manner, though he thinks it'd be cool, personally.

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Aeryn relaxes a little. "That's better."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"So, um," he hands over the thing as well as a piece of paper. "There's the whole, um, payment thing as well," he says, feeling a little sheepish about the whole 'charging money' thing, but hey, a boy's gotta eat.

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"Right," Aeryn says. She looks at the bill, and gets out her money to hand it over. "And thanks."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome!" Bridge grins cheerfully at Aeryn.