2nd Floor Common Room [Saturday Afternoon]

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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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[fates_jaye]

"Raining," she mouths, like Angela doesn't know this.

[chasingangela]

Angela nodded, and fanned herself. It's too hot, she mouthed back at Jaye.

Because even when demons have stolen your voice, it's always time to discuss the weather.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye fans Angela with her whiteboard. Which doesn't really work too well. But she tries.

[chasingangela]

Angela looks really confused.

She wipes off part of her drawing.

Why are you waving your whiteboard at me?

[fates_jaye]

Jaye writes in the free space left.

I'm making you cool.

[chasingangela]

Angela looked mock-offended.

She wiped off another flower, and wrote, I'm already cool.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye rolls her eyes, and adds to it.

I'm making you coolER!!

[chasingangela]

Angela smiled, mollfied.

Better, she wrote on her whiteboard.

And then, because she's nosy, Were you drawing anything?

[fates_jaye]

Jaye shakes her head.

I'm uncreative.

[chasingangela]

Angela rolled her eyes.

Are not, she wrote, then realized she had exactly no evidence. Except...

You danced in the pageant. That was creative.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye would laugh, but she can't.

CHOREOGRAPHED BY DEATH. I WAS A ZOMBIE QUEEN.

[chasingangela]

Angela lets her face drop slack and mouths Braaaaaaaaaains at Jaye.

Then she does jazz hands.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye giggles.

OMG, I missed you.

[chasingangela]

Mutual, Angela wrote, and grinned.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye gets an idea and scribbles something.

Draw me a postcard!

[chasingangela]

Angela bit her lip, then concentrated.

And produced a stick-figure drawing of a stick-figure girl with red hair holding hands with a stick-figure boy with black hair, standing on an island with a palm tree and a hut.

She wrotes, Us in Tahiti in the top corner. Just in case.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye golf claps.

[chasingangela]

Angela bows and mouths thank you.