Pangolin Campfire [Tuesday Night]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge is sitting by the Pangolin campfire, the box of doughnuts he'd earned from this afternoon's workshop with Xander open nearby. He's not doing much of anything, just occasionally poking at the fire with a stick.

Anyone was welcome to come hang out and have a doughnut, if they wanted.

[ooc: opeeeen!]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Bridge says. "Though- it's not like anyone ever said it out *loud*, really? But..." he wiggles the fingers of the hand not holding the doughnut.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Oh, crap." Parker's got some pretty strong feelings about this, actually. Rage usually heads the list. "Really sorry." An extra-strong stab at the fire. "I hope being a cop means they'll never get the chance to follow up on idle thoughts like that. I've met people would do it. Always wanted to shove them down an elevator shaft."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge blinks, a little startled by Parker's vehemence. "Ouch," is all he can think of to say to that.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker rolled her eyes at herself. "Sorry. Anyway. What's your next workshop, and does it also involve baked goods?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Computers, tomorrow, and I'm not sure if computers and baked goods are things that go together, so probably not."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Says the guy who made Rory's laptop make waffles."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"That's totally different."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Because you already know how to do that?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Because you're not using the computer as a *computer* while it's a waffle iron!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"So there *are* limits on the technology of the future. Sad." Parker shook her head, grinning. "So, Xander's class, computers, what else?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Arts and Crafts with Professor Tick. You'll never guess what our semester project is."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Something Justice-y. Otherwise, no clue. It's Professor Tick. Tell."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Scrapbooking." He manages, with a completely straight face.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's eyes got huge.

Then she cracked up. And fell off the log she was sitting on. "Heheheheh...."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. And did I mention that Officer Lion-Girl is in that class?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Now, Parker can't breathe. After several minutes, she manages to sit up, and get her breath back. "Tell me... ahem. Tell me-- no one explained the giggling to him."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Nope," Bridge says. "And judging from the non-innuendo-laced conversation- at least, on his part- that he had with Hamlet? Professor Tick didn't figure it out on his own either."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's rocking back and forth with giggles now. "Bets on no one trying to explain it to him by the end of the semester?"