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

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

ABC's completed projects are scattered about the desk, but Bridge has cleared a space just large enough for the notebook that he's currently writing in.

The door is, obviously, open, should anyone want to pick up their repaired stuff or drop off new projects.

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

The word "improvements" has Angel worried. Actually dealing with electronics at all has him worried, so really he's just keeping momentum going.

"Oh." He took the two items very gingerly. "Good. Great. Perfect."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"'Kay, so first? The square thingy goes in to the slot there on the Blackberry." Bridge says, pointing. "And then it should turn on on it's own. Um... I sorta got the impression that you're not, um, I don't wanna be offensive but- you're not too comfortable with high-tech stuff. So Cally and I tried to make it a little more... user-friendly, for you."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I think these are built by wizards," Angel said. "Evil wizards. That hate me. Personally."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Okay, yeah, so I wasn't wrong then." Bridge grins. "All right, so after it turns on, there should be a menu on the screen with a list of all the stuff it can do. You just pick what you want it to do from there," he shrugs.

If Angel were to look at the keypad, he might notice a blue button that seemed to be... glowing, just a little.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"User friendly is good. I like that." Angel noticed the button. "What does that do? Bring somebody who can work this for me?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Uh, well that?" Bridge shrugs, "is more in line with my usual improvements. Pressing it once? Jellybeans. Twice, really fast? And you'll get little pieces of chocolate. Don't ask, I really don't know why that sort of stuff keeps happening. I just go with it, since everything seems to work fine."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Really?" Angel tried it. One press, and jellybeans came out. "Oh hey. Neat!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Now you will never be without sugary snacks! Well, not that you need them 'cause hey, vampire, but, you know. If you wanted jellybeans, or if, uh, someone else did. That you spent a lot of time with, or whatever, you know." Bridge said.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel cleared his throat. "That. Right. Thanks, Bridge. Hey, maybe I can actually get my email now."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yay email!" Bridge says with a grin. "Oh, and um..." he hands over a piece of paper with a completely handwavey bunch of stuff and a price written on it. "Bill," he says, making a face. "I always feel dumb with this part but hey, gotta eat and stuff, so yeah."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"No, it's okay," Angel said. Though his eyes might have bugged a little at the final cost. It was a rough life when you could remember how much a few bob used to be able to buy.

He gave Bridge cash. "That work?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Excellent, dude. That'll ensure that Anders can keep the dorms supplied with cupcakes and stuff." He glances around furtively, which is kind of silly because no one else is in the room, but hey, the door's open a crack and someone could totally walk by. "So, study group again tonight, right?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel nodded. "My room. 9. My group and Aeryn's."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"See you then, dude." Bridge says.