ext_74123 ([identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-07-15 03:09 pm
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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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[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-07-15 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam was really hoping that she was misunderstanding John. "Morse code?"

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-07-15 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
He shakes his head. And then does a shadow puppet of a wolf, bird, butterfly and something that might've looked like an angel.

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-07-15 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, she hadn't misunderstood. Sam facepalmed.

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-07-15 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
John throws his hands out and mouths, "It could work!"

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
Now it was Sam's turn. "It's RADIO!"

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
John facepalms before looking back at Sam and mouthing, "I AM SO SCREWED."

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Sam nodded and tried to mime voice software, but was almost definitely unsuccessful at it.

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
John thought that looked like a buffalo so he frowns and says, "I am not!"

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
And Sam was confused again. "Not what?" She raised her hands in a questioning move.

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
"A buffalo!" John says and scowls again.

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
John now looks completely lost. "Are you ill?"

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
She put her hands on her hips and glared at him.

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
John puts his hands on his hips and glares back.

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
Sam blew a raspberry at him. Not that he could hear it.

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
John laughs and draws a heart in the hair and then makes doe eyes, blinking exaggeratedly.

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Once again, Sam began to fear for John's sanity. And whapped him with a sofa cushion.

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
John makes a show of falling down and twitching dramatically.

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-07-16 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Sam stepped over him, with the intent of getting some Chinese food.
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