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

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

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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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"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."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

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-carson.livejournal.com]

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."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

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

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"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.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"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."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

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?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

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.]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Okay, dude, awesome!" Bridge chirps.

[ooc: *innocent face*]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

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

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

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

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

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