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Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Night

It's a very quiet Saturday night in the dorms, and with half the students off on some spring break trip or other Anders figures that now's as good a time as any to ~~hijack~~ ~~commandeer~~ use his own floor's common room for a second attempt at cupcake-baking.

He's got his mixer and all his baking gear, plus the fire extinguisher Sam Carter gave him for Christmas, and is currently standing on his head in the middle of the kitchen area, an upside-down box of cupcake mix in front of him so he can read the directions. The TV is on in the background, tuned to the Stanford-Arizona NCAA women's basketball game.

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Bridge bounces into the Common Room.

"Dude, hey!"

Anders would wave except for the upside-down thing, so he waggles a foot at Bridge instead.

"Bridge! Dude! Wanna help make cupcakes?"

"Of *course*!" Bridge chirps. "Um, that *is* a mix you've got there, and we're not gonna try making them from scratch, right? Because I did that once and they didn't turn out so well."

"Dude." Anders gives him an 'are you crazy' look and, because he can't point while standing on his head, sticks his tongue out in the direction of the cupcake mix box. "Like I'd be stupid enough to try and make cupcakes from scratch. I had a disaster with the eggs last time as it was."

"Well it's a good thing I'm here to help, then. As long as it comes from a box, I can make it."

Anders pops up and bounces back onto his feet. "Perfect. You're totally on egg duty then," he says, scooping up the box of cupcake mix.

"I will do my best!" Bridge says, grabbing a bowl and a mixer.

"Hey! I wanted to use the mixer!" Anders protests, but he's already measuring out the oil and water, and opening the cupcake mix to dump it into the bowl.

"It's so quiet in here. And is it just me, or is there a weird sorta vibe around this place tonight, dude?"

Bridge shrugs. "Go ahead, dude!" he says, handing over the mixer.

"Yeah, normally there's lots of people in here. It's like they all just... disappeared."

Anders pops the mixer blades into place and plugs the contraption in happily. "Eggs first, dude," he says, waving the mixer at the bowl. "I know a bunch of people are off on that trip, but it can't be that many, right? It's like, way too quiet for the number of people who aren't here, even."

Bridge cracks open the eggs into the bowl. "I think a lot of people went home for break, dude. And I'm sure a good portion of the people who stayed here are in some sort of like, post-midterms coma."

"I survived my midterms okay," Anders says doubtfully. He nods, pokes the bowl a couple of times just because the jiggling yolks make him laugh, and sticks the mixer in before turning it on at low. "At least, I think I did. I'm just used to it being so frakkin' noisy around here, and suddenly it's just, like, not. It's creepy."

"Totally," Bridge agrees with a nod. "What next?" he asks, nodding towards the cupcake mix box.

Anders checks the oven, and it's preheating okay. "We need the paper cup things in the cupcake trays," he says, grinning a little bit as he turns the mixer to a higher setting. He's having way too much fun taking the mixer in circles around the bowl and watching the pattern of ripples the blades leave in the cake mix.

"You know what we need, dude, seriously? A machine where we can just dump the cupcake ingredients up top, it mixes 'em and pours 'em into the tray for us, and all we have to do is pop 'em in the oven."

"Huh," Bridge says thoughtfully, taking a notebook from his pocket and jotting something down before grabbing the cupcake liners and putting them in the trays. "You wanna do the pouring?"

"Totally." Anders grabs a spatula and ladle and starts filling the paper cups with cake mix. He doesn't want to make a mess (only because he's too lazy to clean it up later) so he's concentrating very, very hard on pouring as neatly as possible, the tip of his tongue poking out between his lips.

There's about a ladle and a half's worth of mix left when he finishes filling all the trays, so he sets the bowl down, puts his hands on his knees, and leans over to examine the cupcake tray closely. "Hmm."

Anders grabs the ladle again and starts going around the cupcake tray, putting one gooey drop-ful at a time into each of the cups until he goes through the last of the batter. "And we have filled cupcake cup things! You wanna do the honor of putting 'em in the oven?"

"Sure!" Bridge chirps, and does so. "Now... we wait! Although... do you have icing or are we making that too? Because cupcakes are good but they're better with icing!"

"Dude. Seriously. What do you take me for, man?" Anders shakes his head, reaches into the bag on the counter, and produces two tubs of icing, one green and one orange, and a canister of chocolate sprinkles. "You cannot have cupcakes without icing. It's wrong."

"A serious travesty indeed." Bridge agrees solemnly.

Anders has set the timer by now, so he takes a running start and vaults over the back of one of the couches to flop down on it. "So what do we do while we wait, dude?"

"I dunno, man. Pirate, Ninja, Cowboy?" He suggests.

Anders just stares. "What are cowboys?"

"Um, they... have hats? And ride horses and stuff?"

Anders raises an eyebrow. "With saddles? And . . ." He gulps. "Stirrups?"

"Yup." Bridge nods. And totally doesn't snicker because that would be mean.

"Okay, dude, different game," Anders says way too quickly.

Bridge shrugs. "I got nuthin'."

"Yeah, me neither." Anders scratches his head, then perks up. "Lightball?"

"Oooh!" Bridge grins, and bounces. And then runs off to his room to retrieve several lightball gloves. Putting on one, he tosses another to Anders, and then leaves the extras on the couch.

""Awesome, (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/494786.html?thread=23739586#t23739586)" Anders grins.

Anders pulls on the lightball glove and bounces around a little bit, rolling his shoulders and neck to warm up. "Let's go, dude, let's go!"

Molly finally discovered that, aside from herself, Furball and Old Man, the 5th floor is completely empty. Now, this isn't that hard considering how few people live there, but it makes the floor feel very empty.

So, it is even easier for her to decide to head down a few floors to see who else is around.

"Hey, guys. What are you playing?"

"Hat-Girl!" Bridge bounces. "Lightball!"

Molly gave him a quizzical look. "Lightball?"

"Yep!" Bridge grins. "Um, grab one of those gloves over there..." he points to the couch. "I think Anders wants the game to start soon," he says. "It's really not that complicated. The ball is an energy-ball, and the object is to catch it. The hard part is that the ball kinda moves on its own, though."

Molly picked up a glove and grinned. "Sounds like fun. I'll try to keep up." She pulled the glove on.

Bridge hits the on switch, and a ball of light appears in mid-air, hovering for a second before zooming off towards the wall.

Anders bounces on the balls of his feet, reads the ball as it caroms off the wall, and does a snazzy little dive-roll to catch it.

"Catch, dude!" he yells, ricocheting it off a chair arm at Bridge.

Bridge, unfortunately, does not react in time, and the ball bounces off his forearm and heads towards Molly.

Molly 'eeped' as it came toward her. She missed with the glove and the ball bounced off her shoulder. It hit the ceiling and bounced straight down to the floor before heading back toward Anders.

Anders gets a hand up just in time to deflect the ball but not catch it. By some sheer dumb luck the light fixtures have escaped unscathed so far, and that luck continues as the ball narrowly misses a lamp, takes a funny hop off the edge of the end table, and pings off the ceiling again before coming down about halfway between Bridge and Molly.

Bridge makes a dive for the ball and actually manages to catch it this time, and then sends it flying back towards Anders.

And Anders actually catches it this time! "Sweet, dude!" he yells, just as the oven timer goes off.

"Aw, frak!" Flipping the ball so it ricochets off a wall toward Molly, he takes off for the oven to rescue the cupcakes from certain fiery doom. Of course, they still have to cool before they can be iced, so he leaves them on top of the stove to do just that.

Yes, he remembered to turn off the oven.

Molly watched the ball carefully as it hit the wall and caught it off the ricochet. "Yay!" she said before tossing it in Bridge's direction. "Head's up, Bridge!"

The ball bounces off Bridge's head.

And heads for the cupcakes.

Ooops.

Anders stares.

"Not the cupcakes. Not the cupcakes!" he yells, and hurdles the couch in a mad, desperate dash to save the cupcakes from Death By Lightball.

He knocks over two chairs in the process, but manages to get to the cupcakes just in time to catch the ball and bounce it off the refrigerator and back toward Bridge.

Bridge squeaks as the ball heads towards him, throwing his hands in front of his face defensively... somehow managing to catch the ball, which he then hurls towards Molly.

Molly, who had been watching Anders recover from his great save, ducked and covered her head when she realized it was coming her way. The lightball hit the wall behind her and headed back to Anders.

Figuring it's a good idea to keep the ball as far away from the cupcakes as possible, Anders charges back across the room and snags the lightball on its way toward him, then tosses it Bridge's way with a quick wrist-snap.

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