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bridge-carson.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2006-02-25 08:09 pm
2nd Floor Common Room [Saturday Evening]
Bridge is sitting on the couch, writing in a notebook. The TV is currently on with the volume turned down to just-barely-audible.
If anyone were to interrupt him? Well, said interruption would actually be welcome.
[ooc: *giggles* Also, if you have a pet? Bring them by too, if you won't object to a very minor bit of petmodding on my part ;)]
If anyone were to interrupt him? Well, said interruption would actually be welcome.
[ooc: *giggles* Also, if you have a pet? Bring them by too, if you won't object to a very minor bit of petmodding on my part ;)]

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Inside the tank? Bitty green turtle.
And Rory? Not looking her best - though one might call her preoccupied or distracted-looking at worst.
"Hi, Bridge," she said quietly, giving him a small smile. "How are you?"
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"There's a turtle on my head, Rory."
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Rory stared. "I see that, Bridge. Why? He doesn't fly. At least, he shouldn't. I don't think Anakin would be able to do some kind of Force-tricky thing to make him fly around on his own. And what's with the menagerie, anyway?" she added, gesturing to Min and Pup.
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Which resulted in her falling backwards on her butt.
And her arms staying attached to the turtle, until she relaxed and they fell off to Bridge's sides.
"Sorry, Bridge," she said, blushing.
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He moved over to the tank carefully, hoping to not be pulled back towards Bridge. He grabbed an arm, looked at it strangely, and gave it to Rory. "By the way, that is by far the most DIS.GUST.ING thing I have ever done for a friend, so you'd better appreciate it. Because, oh my god, I'm holding your arm and it's not attached to you. Gah!"
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Definitely going in his observation notebook, though.
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She strode over to Bridge, concentrated on keeping her limbs on, and braced a foot against the couch as she tugged. Yoda came cleanly off his head. "Score. Going to bed now. I shouldn't have been out here to begin with. Night, all!"
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