2nd Floor Common Room [Sunday Evening]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Oh, yay. Another night of lockdown. Armed with his cellphone and laptop to aid in communication, Bridge is once again camped out on a couch in the second floor common room. He's flipping through channels on the TV set, hoping to find something interesting to watch. No luck so far.

[ooc: open!]

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker came in just a bit before sunset, whiteboard, cellphone, and Nerfgun in hand. She held up her board to Bridge.

Hi. Heard anything new?

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge shrugs and shakes his head.

Bored :( :( :( he types, with an exaggeratedly mournful expression.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Ditto

Parker tried Jarod's phone again, after the last three times, and still got no answer at the Sin. She shook it at Bridge, then wrote:

NO ONE answers at the Sin! No reply to e-mail! Worried!

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Ninja + Becky + Jarod = I'm sure they're fine.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker pouted, and shook the phone at him again. Then she scribbled:

Seen Cedric, Jack, Sam?

Then she started drawing a ninja, and drawing little Nerfdarts to hit it.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Saw Sam last night. Didn't see Cedric or Jack at all. Bridge types, with a frown.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker knocked her head on her whiteboard, sighed, and drew a picture of a guy with a little wand. He was getting shot with Nerf darts too.

Killing both of them later. With Jarod. Mass executions.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge winces. And tosses her the remote. Maybe she'll have better luck at finding something interesting to watch.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker smiled, then dispiritedly flipped channels until she found a cable presentation of Into the Woods Out of the Forest, and smiled happily.

out of the forest you have to go
it's magic now, you start to grow...

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge studies the screen for a moment, and then gives Parker a thumbs-up. Whatever this is, it looks interesting.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel wandered through the common room, still walking stiffly due to his fight with Anakin. He paused and waved to Bridge and Parker.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge waves back, raising an eyebrow as he notices the stiffness of Bel's posture.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker joins Bridge on the couch, curling up with her whiteboard and Nerfdarts, and taps her fingers along with the music, and Red Riding Hood goes into the Forest and meets the Wolf.

She's suddenly reminded of a conversation she had with Tara about a million years ago, about this story. And comparisons she made in her head to Jarod. Hunh.

Hellloooo, little girl
what's your rush?
you're missing all the flowers....

She tapped Bridge's wrist, then wrote on her board:

Where's Xander? He okay too?

[demonbelthazor]

Fight Club, Bel scribbled on the pad of paper he'd been carrying with him.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge grins.

He's okay. And will be here in a bit, actually.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge nods. He'd seen the flyer, but hadn't gone down to the gym last night.

Who'd you fight? he types, and holds up his laptop so Bel can see.

[demonbelthazor]

Anakin, Bel wrote in response.

[sensethevisions]

Having spent last night in the fifth floor common room, Phoebe decided to check in on the second floor and see if her friends that usually hung out here were alright.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge waves in greeting to Phoebe.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge does not snicker silently. At all. Really. He *does* think that would've been an interesting match to see, though.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe looked relieved to see him and waved back.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel may have scowled a little if Bridge had so snickered. He scribbled some more on his pad. Any news about what's happening?

[demonbelthazor]

Cole walked over to Phoebe's side and gave her a kiss.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge taps his temple and then waves a hand in a semi-circle while glancing quizzically at her, trying to ask how she's holding up with all the negative energy around because of the voicelessness.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe smiled and leaned into him carefully. She looked at him.

Still sore? She mouthed.