2nd Floor Common Room, Early Friday Morning

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Unable to stand being alone in her room any longer, Callisto made her way up to the second floor common room.

Flopping down on the couch, she turned on the television, eventually tuning into a Slightly Demented Nun documentary.

[ooc: open to all. And for anyone interested the documentary is meant to be the one shot during the 'Art Final'.]

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[soldtoarmenians]

Xander is, of course, unprepared for this sudden raising of the stakes. Plus, he just threw away his only weapon, because he is stupid.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

And so there is tackling.

[soldtoarmenians]

And oofing. As you do.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hi!" Bridge grins brightly.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Hi. How's it going?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Think I might fall back asleep here. S'comfy."

[soldtoarmenians]

"It's a thought, but if you get up, there could be breakfasts."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hmm. That could be an idea," Bridge says thoughtfully. But doesn't actually move.

[soldtoarmenians]

"There could be toast," Xander suggests. "Or possibly toasts."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Buttery?" Bridge asks. And yes, there's a fingerwiggle.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Is there any othery?" Xander scrunches up his face, then snickers. "That sounded less lame in my head."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge laughs and leans in for a quick kiss before moving to stand up. "Well, let's go do that then."