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Room 225 [Monday afternoon] - ABC DC HQ open for business

Bridge is sitting at the desk, waiting for Anders and Cally and sorting a number of wires, bolts, and other assorted parts into seemingly random piles.

The door is open, in case anyone had anything they needed to drop off today.

[ooc: for the purposes of keeping my head from exploding, we'll assume that people coming to drop stuff off all do so at different times during the afternoon.]

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As a matter of fact, someone did.

Angel showed up after taking Sean for a walk around the dorms. "Hey, Bridge."

[ooc: is 225 used as someone's dorm room or is it just for ABC DC?]

"Angel!" Bridge said cheerfully. "Like the HQ? Not that you've seen the old HQ, which was just my room and next door..." he tilts his head. "Is that Sean? Wait, of course it is, unless you're taking someone else's puppy for a walk. Or something."

[ooc: empty room co-opted by Bridge for ABC DC]

"It is Sean," Angel confirmed as he came inside. The puppy bounded ahead of him to try to jump up on Bridge. "We were just going for a walk to try to tire him out a little. As you can see, it worked like a charm."

[ooc: Cool. Doesn't need an invite then =) ]

"Hi dude!" Bridge says to the bouncy puppy, "have fun on your walk?"

"Oh, I know what you mean. Well, sort of. My dog's a robot and runs on a near-inexhaustible energy source. He could go for ten days straight without needing to recharge at all," Bridge says, "and then there's this mysterious backup power source that I just discovered not too long ago."

Sean yipped and attempted to tell Bridge about his day through a series of quiet barks and tail wags.

"I think I met your dog, right?" Angel said. "Day I was hit by the love spell?"

Bridge nods solemnly at Sean as if he can understand what the puppy is saying. Or maybe he's just totally guessing. "Too cool, dude."

"Yeeeeah, he was, um. Stalking you. I guess he figured there was something strange going on," Bridge just rolls his eyes, "and decided to take care of it himself."

Angel rubbed the top of his head. "Gotta say, prefer his methods to Marty's. Plus: robot dog. That's just cool."

"What did Marty- oh!" Bridge's eyes go wide as he remembers what he'd heard about how Angel's day had finally ended. "Right. And yeah, I think RIC's pretty cool too. Of course, I'm biased, but still. Not that there's anything wrong with non-robot dogs, 'cause I like them too, like Sean here, but they're cool for different reasons, and stuff, and whoa, totally rambling, you didn't come here to listen to me babble, you came here 'cause you had a thingie for your computer or something!" Bridge bounces, not even slightly out of breath after that lovely run-on sentence.

"Yes!" Angel said, happy to have help for this problem. He reached into his coat pocket and produced a black rectangle ~~about the size of a memory chip, not that Angel knew that~~ about the size of a chocolate square, and a Blackberry.

"Here. Willow said that - uh - thing would help me communicate back home faster. And this - this is just evil."

Taking both items, Bridge looks at them curiously, "Okay, the Blackberry needs a little work, and we can do that, no problem. As for this," he indicates the square, "do you need us to do anything to it, or does it just need to be installed?"

Angel stared at him a long time. Then, as though he knew what Bridge was talking about, said, "....sure?"

[ooc: Since Bridge could get into it if he wanted, the Blackberry's voice mail records (http://www.livejournal.com/users/notstakedyet/22721.html). Not much, but there it is for what it's worth.]

"Okay, dude, awesome!" Bridge chirps.

[ooc: *innocent face*]

"Thanks. Um - " Angel started patting his pockets down. "Do I pay you now? After...?"

"Oh, um... after. So I can factor in parts used and blah blah blah," Bridge waved a hand vaguely.

"Fair enough," Angel said. "Gimme a call when it's ready?"

Anders shows up, cupcakes in hand as a sort of office-warming present. Not that cupcakes are an unusual thing for him to have on hand, but they do seem festive, and well, who can argue with cupcakes?

"Sorry I'm kinda late, dude, got caught up in that baseball book."

"Yep. And I was so proud of him actually reading I didn't have the heart to ask him to set it down," Cally says from behind Anders. "So, my fault, really."

"Quiet, you." Anders nudges Cally in the stomach with the tray of cupcakes. "You've seen me read for homework before."

"Yeah, but that's for homework. That's totally different." Cally looks up into Anders' eyes giving the sad puppy look. "Something wrong with me bein' proud of you?"

Anders is, of course, completely defenseless against the puppydog look. "No? Nothing wrong with it. Kinda like it, actually. You being proud of me, I mean. And the reading's kinda fun too."

"Good. See? This is you broadening your horizons. It's good." Cally winks and gets on her toes to give Anders a quick kiss.

"So, what's on the agenda for tonight?"

"Well, we could go down to the gym and work out," offers Anders, wrapping an arm around Cally's waist and grinning. "Depending on how much work we get to do here tonight. Kinda cool having our own office now, huh?"

"S'okay, man. I only just got here a few minutes ago myself. And Angel got here, like, a second before you did." Bridge grins and bounces, "Oooh, cupcakes. You rule!"

"There's always room for cupcakes. They've even got green sprinkles," says Anders proudly. "I think they like me down at the bakery."

"You should totally ask for, like, a frequent shopper card or something. 'Cause I don't think I can remember the last time I saw you when you didn't have cupcakes, man."

"Not since the pageant, dude." Anders laughs. "Besides, how can you resist a place called Jeff the God of Biscuits? I don't think they're big enough for a frequent shopper card, though."

After a frustrating afternoon at the library (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/514810.html?thread=24243706#t24298234), Vala returns to the second floor , only to see Bridge sitting at his desk, door open.

Opening her door across the hall, she returns in only a moment, digital camera in hand.

"Hey, can you guys fix this? It was a Crissmass present, but I kind of dropped it and now it doesn't work."

"Hey Vala!" Bridge says cheerfully. "We can totally do that for you!"

"Great!" I'd really appreciate it.

"Excellent," Bridge grins, "we'll probably have it finished and ready for pickup at the same time next week. Unless you need it earlier, or something?"

"No, that's fine. Thanks."

Vala might be kind of distracted as goes back to her room.

After meeting with the Vice Principal, Logan stopped by room 225. "Hey," he said.

"Hey, dude!" Bridge says, waving to Logan. "What's up?"

(ooc: sorry for the late reply. wandered off for dinner and a bsg-pimping adventure.)

Logan showed Bridge the list Vice Principal Pierce had given him. "I need to find all these parts. Looks like I can pick up some of them at the clinic, but the others..." he shrugged. "I can't use Ebay or any Internet resources - gotta be from around the school. Figured you might know where to find stuff."

Bridge looks over the list and tries not to laugh as he realizes what Logan's making.

"Okay, um... copper tubing? I've got some of that here," he scrounges through a pile of junk and comes up with several copper pipes. "And... for the heating element, do you want a hotplate, or gas heating? I can get you the first, or just point you in the direction of where to get the second." He tilts his head at Logan, and then asks, "you *do* know what you're making, right?"

"No idea," Logan said. "You can tell? Just from the parts?" He ran a hand through his hair. "Hotplate, I guess. Does it work the same as gas heating?"

Bridge laughs. "It's a still, dude. Well, a hotplate is less efficient- but if you're gonna be using it indoors? Probably better. No need for venting, plus, less chance of going up in a huge explosion. Which is good."

"Sweet," Logan grinned. "Yeah, hot plate's probably better. Don't think it'd look good on my college apps if I blew up the Vice Principal." He looked at the pieces Bridge had given him. "What do I owe you for these?" He reached for his wallet.

"I hear they frown on that." Bridge says, handing Logan a hotplate. "And, um, $10, I guess? Sound good to you?" he says with a shrug.

"Sure," Logan said. He took the hotplate and handed Bridge two fives. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

"No prob, dude. Lemme know how it turns out."

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