Fourth Floor common room, Wednesday evening

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Dean was ensconced in front of the tv, plenty of unhealthy snacks within easy reach. On the tv was something with a lot of car chases and explosions. Perfect for mindless viewing.


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[chasingangela]

"Not mine either," Angela piped in, arriving at the tail end of this announcement. "Hi, Zero."

[swerval_zero]

"Hi, Angela. How's it goin'?"

[chasingangela]

"Okay," Angela said. "It's been a quiet couple of days." She considered. "Which is weird to say about time that included a fake kidnapping, but there it is."

[swerval_zero]

"But it was only a fake kidnapping, see. Doesn't count. I got fake kidnapped, too, y'know."

[chasingangela]

"I noticed that, doof," Angela said, lightly teasing. "How'd it go for you? we didn't really play it out yet, but I'm assuming it was pretty weird for me."

[swerval_zero]

"We haven't really played it out either, but Evil Bridge is unmoved by begging."

[chasingangela]

"Evil Bridge is such an oxymoron," Angela said. "Like friendly fire, or real phony."

[swerval_zero]

"Well, he tries hard," Zero said. "But, yeah, not very good at the evil."

[chasingangela]

"Which is probably a good thing, in terms of, like, the universe," Angela said seriously. "An evil psychic could be pretty evil."

[swerval_zero]

Zero looked disturbed by this prospect. "Good thing he's on our side."

[chasingangela]

"As far as we know," Angela said, also looking disturbed. "He could just be trying to get us to be all complacent about him before turning."