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

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge is Anders and Bridge Anders, Bridge and Cally are *all* here for all your repair-related or special-project-commissioning needs. Yay!

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge just laughs. "Well, you bring cupcakes, so there's a point in your favor," he sticks his tongue out.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"No, I think he's reffering to the part where two girls are stronger than him," Cally says. "He might be insecure in his manhood now, or something."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"They're both freshmen, too," Bridge points out.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders rolls his eyes and tosses the little wire coil halfheartedly at Bridge. "Yeah, that'll look great on the next poster, huh? Bridge and Cally, the mechanics! Anders. He brings cupcakes! We promise they won't end up in your fixed stuff, but your fixed stuff might make 'em."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You never know, some people might go for that," Bridge says solemnly.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Oh, goodie." Anders rolls over onto his stomach and buries his face in his arms.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally moves over and starts rubbing Anders' shoulders. "Goof."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, 's me," he mumbles into the floor. "Big cupcake-bringing goof, can't even lift anything bigger'n that right now, practically."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"So?" Cally continues massaging Anders' shoulders. "Still my champ, no matter what happened to you or what Pippi or Molly can do."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"What if I got in an accident and lost my legs?" asks Anders, who can't quite snap himself out of this depressing train of thought just yet. "Still be your champ then?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally stops rubbing Anders shoulders. "I have told you what happened to my dad, right?" Her eyes may be a little narrowed.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Pouting a little at the lack of shoulder-rubs, Anders rolls over to blink at Cally. "What? Huh? . . . oh! Oh, frak me. Yeah. Frak."

He bangs his head against the floor a few times and sighs. "You know what? I'm just gonna roll over and be really, really quiet now."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Hey, hey, hey. Mopey is one thing, but hurting yourself is another." Cally leans down and kisses the back of Anders' head. "Don't do that, okay?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders sticks his lower lip out at Cally and sighs. "Yes sir, coach. Sorry 'bout that."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"You just gotta give yourself time to heal, champ. Then you'll be bigger and better than ever." Cally starts rubbing his shoulders again. "Which is amazing, cause you're already the awesomemest guy in all thirteen colonies."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"You are so biased," says Anders, closing his eyes again and relaxing happily into the massage. "You have the most amazing hands ever, but you are so biased."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"You say that like it means my opinion can't be trusted," Cally says. "It's totally the truth. So there."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"But that's only for now," Bridge points out. "And believe it or not, you're my friend for more reasons than just cupcakes and heavy-lifting."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I wanna be able to do stuff again," whines Anders. "This is getting on my last frakkin' nerve."