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2nd Floor Common Room [Late Wednesday Night]

Bridge isn't all that tired, so he's out in the common room, idly flipping through channels, looking for anything that isn't a talk show. Or Dekaranger.

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Parker wanders in, still somewhat out of sorts. "Hey, Bridge. Call. Cordy. Anders."

"Dude!" Bridge waves. "What's up?"

"Annoyed mood. Boyfriend irritating. Need distraction." She blinked at the TV. "Bear documentary?"

"Yep!" Bridge grins. "It's more interesting than infomercials or talk shows. Plus- baby bears. Can't beat cuteness."

"There is that." Yay, a three-word sentence. "Although I'm not in the mood for cute, really. More in the mood for ~~Die Hard~~ Perish Fatally or something."

"Eep," Bridge eeps. "What happened?"

"Jarod is annoying." Parker glared at the baby bears of cuteness. "Which was inevitable. He was annoying before we started dating. This is just the first time I've really noticed it since we got together."

"Ah," Bridge says. "He do anything specific? Or was just generally annoying?"

"Ditched me to go have fun on the mainland with no warning." Parker scowled. "Which, okay, I've ditched him before. But I always gave him warning." Mostly.

"Boo," Bridge frowns. "Guys are dumb," he says decisively.

"Can I adopt you?"

Bridge just tilts his head quizzically at Parker. "You're only, like, a year older than me. Or fifteen years, depending on how you look at it. I think that's frowned upon."

"I could get my dad to adopt you. Although, no. You wouldn't like my dad." She's totally kidding now, but then adds, "I appreciate your support. I don't care how hypocritical I'm being. I want to strangle my boyfriend."

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"Hey, Parker," Anders said, still listless. "I have no cupcakes today. I'll have to make it up to you."

"THey're not a requirement." Parker leaned over the arm of her chair to stare at Anders. "Are you feeling okay, Daisy?"

For some reason that nickname made him smile just a bit. "Slept a little longer than I meant to this afternoon and it kind of frakked me up, that's all."

"Ah. Sleep hangover." Parker cocked her head at him. "Water and food. Although it's almost time to go back to sleep now. No wonder you're messed up."

"Yeah, I'm thinking I might just stay up the rest of the night now. It'll make me useless in Outdoorsmanship, but I'm gonna be dragging either way." Anders shook his head.

"Stupid dreams," he added under his breath.

Parker's head came up sharply. "Dreams? As in nightmares?" She frowned, thinking about the book Rory read. "Those were supposed to stop," she muttered.

"It wasn't a nightmare," Anders said quickly, "not really. It was sort of a bad situation, but I was kind of . . . well, happy, really. Maybe. I'm not sure."

More to himself than to her, he added, "All I know is it didn't scare me."

Parker frowned. "Not the mummy thing, then." She leaned her head on her hand. "Happy? But you're not sure?" She paused. "You don't have to tell me, of course."

"I'm not really sure," Anders admitted. "It was clearer a couple of hours ago but now it's getting kind of vague."

Granted, it wasn't as vague as he was letting on, but some of it was . . . yeah, kind of bothersome.

"Maybe it was something you ate." Parker studied him. "Or not. Hard to tell." She turned her right hand over, showing off the square silver ring. "I use this when I have dreams, to focus on. So I know it's not real."

"I do kind of eat too fast. That could've been it." Anders leaned over and examined the ring. "So you just concentrate on it?"

"Pretty much. I keep reminding myself that it's real, and not everything else around me. Let's me feel like I have something to hang on to." She smiled a little sadly. "Professor Dream helped me out with it."