2nd Floor Common Room [Monday Evening]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Being someone who was pretty much naturally predisposed to being honest on any given day, Bridge really didn't see a reason to hide in his room. So here he was, sprawled out on a couch and idly flipping through channels until he caught a snippet of an all-too-familiar theme song. And for some reason, he can't bring himself to just flip past it. It's kind of like that thing where you just can't stop staring at a car accident right in front of you.

Yep. Bridge is watching Dekaranger.

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[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Hi," Rory said, waving as she walked in.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"What is it?" Alanna asked as she came in.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hi," Bridge says distractedly. Then after a moment: "Rory? You've met Cruger. Does that (http://pics.livejournal.com/bridge_carson/pic/0003t17r/g3)-" he waves at the screen, "look anything like him?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"A fictional show loosely- very, very loosely- based on the real exploits of some people back where I come from."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Mkay. That's a little strange. How are you feeling?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Hey Rory." Alanna waved.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"As much as a giant blue dog can look like another giant blue dog," she said honestly.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Hi! How're you, Alanna?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Pretty good, still have a bruise to show for my efforts though. What aobut you?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Strange, and not entirely accurate in places," Bridge says, making a face at the screen. "My head still hurts, kinda, but I'm no longer repeating myself or claiming that certain people are sparklier than usual, so I think that's good."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"But... fur!" Bridge says, frowning at the screen.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"I wish I could figure out why I'm saying whatever seems to be my gut reaction," she said, "but otherwise I'm a little tired and good."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Okay, fur versus scales or whatever, but they still look kind of similar to me," she said, shrugging.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"You hit your head, right?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"You too huh? I blurted a few things out in the gym while talking to Molly. Not like I usually don't blurt out whatever I'm thinking, it's just I didn't mean to say everything out loud."

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

A small grey kitten raced into the second floor common room, spreading the random bits of glitter still stuck in her fur all across the floor.

She finally stopped and looked up at the people watching the strange glowing box in the corner. She backed up, slightly, looking fearful. None of these people seemed to be her owner. Oh why, oh why had she run through that open door...

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Faithful poked his head out of Alanna's pocket. "Meow?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"I told Principal Washburn that I need highlighters."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Also that's so totally a guy in a rubber suit." Bridge adds. "Which, okay, it's hard to find a Sirian actor these days due to the entire planet being wiped out several years ago, but still."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Kitty!" Rory squealed, looking at the kitten. "Hi, little guy. Or girl. You're not left over from last week, are you?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna blinked. "Um...um...um..."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hey..." Bridge says, tilting his head at the kitten. "Did you lose your human?" he asks it.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, Xander's axe hit my head. By accident! And he wasn't even holding it at the time!"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"That would make things difficult, yeah," Rory said solemnly, nodding.

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

The little kitty mewed pathetically. Maybe the bigger kitty could help her find her owner. "Mrow."

Another feline presence was calming, but that didn't stop this kitty from slowly backing into a corner of the room. Damn it, owner-girl, where are you?