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2nd Floor Common Room [Saturday Afternoon]

After recieving textmessages from Xander updating him on the situation- and the fact that everyone was going to be confined to dorms tonight- Bridge decided to venture out of 121 and up to the second floor common room. He's got the TV on and is sort of half-paying attention to it. Mostly it's just there to drown out the eerie quietness.

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Sam frowned at him. "What?"

So, John does a very idiotic impression of someone with a boombox on his shoulder.

That didn't help Sam's comprehension in the slightest. Not that she could ask him what he was doing, because she would have been struck speechless by his impression anyway.

He scowls and pretends to be singing this time.

"Caritas?" She mouths at him.

He shakes his head again. "RADIO." And that's a shout that's remarkably silent.

She didn't hear the shout, but she did finally remember that it was Saturday.

Her eyes widened. "How?"

He shakes his head sadly and then does shadow puppets again.

Sam was really hoping that she was misunderstanding John. "Morse code?"

He shakes his head. And then does a shadow puppet of a wolf, bird, butterfly and something that might've looked like an angel.

Yeah, she hadn't misunderstood. Sam facepalmed.

John throws his hands out and mouths, "It could work!"

Now it was Sam's turn. "It's RADIO!"

John facepalms before looking back at Sam and mouthing, "I AM SO SCREWED."

Sam nodded and tried to mime voice software, but was almost definitely unsuccessful at it.

John thought that looked like a buffalo so he frowns and says, "I am not!"

And Sam was confused again. "Not what?" She raised her hands in a questioning move.

"A buffalo!" John says and scowls again.

Sam tried to act out "Who said you were a buffalo?" Sometimes it was apparent why she did what she did, but her buffalo impression was still pretty creative and involved sofa pillows.

John now looks completely lost. "Are you ill?"

She put her hands on her hips and glared at him.

John puts his hands on his hips and glares back.

Sam blew a raspberry at him. Not that he could hear it.

John laughs and draws a heart in the hair and then makes doe eyes, blinking exaggeratedly.

Once again, Sam began to fear for John's sanity. And whapped him with a sofa cushion.

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