Early afternoon, Friday, 1st floor lobby

[soldtoarmenians]

Well, it's sort of Xander's common room now. In the way that it belongs to everybody, and most of his associations with it involve certain red-clad authority figures more than other students, and there's no kitchen. But anyway.

There's a kitchen in 121. He made brownies. Yes, from a box. They're on the table by the tv.

Which is playing a classic black&white First Mister episode of Mr. What, because it's a little late to try convincing anybody around here that he's not a geek.

With a purple frog. Who's watching from his tank on a conveniently-placed end table. Actually Jeremiah probably has the better view.

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I can, uh, sense psychic energy."

[multiplez]

"Are you for real?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"...yeah?" Bridge says, nervously.

[multiplez]

"You actually have powers?" Z leaned closer and said, "So do I."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"That's," Bridge says, "that's... wow." Oh, very eloquent. "So what do you, uh?" he waves a hand vaguely.

[multiplez]

"I can make replicates. Of me." And now, she thinks grimly, the shunning and throwing of markers. Except maybe not the last, as she's not in second grade any more.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Cool." Bridge says, with a smile. "That'd be useful, in a fight, for sure."

[multiplez]

"Yeah, it is that." The arresting officer, for instance, had been very astonished when she was suddenly triplets.