2nd Floor Common Room [Tuesday Evening]

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Bridge is sitting on the floor in front of RIC, and typing.... on the carpet? He pauses every so often to glance at a small LCD screen that's sitting off to one side.

He may look busy, but he's totally interruptable.

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[fates_jaye]

"I hear you," she says, raising a fist in solidarity.

"Yeah, I'm in a weird mood today."

[multiplez]

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm kind of in a weird mood myself."

[fates_jaye]

"I think it's just one of those days," Jaye says. And jazz handses.

[multiplez]

Z, looking a little confused, jazz handsed back at her. "Like this?"

[fates_jaye]

"Yeah," she says. "You've never done jazz hands before?"

[multiplez]

"Nope. What are they for?"

[fates_jaye]

"Show, I think," she says, turning her hands around so she can watch her jazz handsing technique. From this angle, it's more like spirit fingers. "Death taught us for the Christmas pageant."

[multiplez]

"Did--did you say Death?"

[fates_jaye]

"Uh huh. Tall, bony, black robes. He was the choreographer. Awesome guy."

[multiplez]

"Death was a choreographer," Z said faintly. "Is he still around?" Is he going to come for me in my sleep, omg?

[fates_jaye]

"No, he left sometime in the spring," she says, looking disappointed. "I was supposed to get him drunk, still."

[multiplez]

"You were supposed to get Death drunk," Z said faintly. "I keep forgetting just how very weird this school is."

[fates_jaye]

"Uh huh," she says. "I taught him how do drink shooters way back when. Best school ever."