2nd Floor Common Room [Saturday Evening]

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Bridge was sprawled on the couch, flipping through channels absently until he settles on one broadcasting a concert: Kira Ford, Live From New York.

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[mycanonhatesme]

"Angela!" Marty exclaimed, running over to her. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you."

[chasingangela]

Joxer held up his arms. "I'm not Angela," he said. "I'm Joxer." He paused, appraising Chloe. "Can I have a hug anyhow?" he asked.

[mycanonhatesme]

"No!" Marty said, before stopping to think about it for a moment. "All right, maybe I'll give you a short hug if you have any idea where Angela is."

[chasingangela]

Joxer shook his head. "I haven't seen anyone who said they were Angela yet, sorry. But I woke up with Willow in Marty's body and she was going AFK until 11 or so to the library. Though I found the person who's in my body and she was just confused, so maybe that wouldn't help." He frowned. "This is all too confusing. Can I have my hug now?"

[mycanonhatesme]

Marty sighed. "I guess that's a good enough start," he said, leaning in to give Joxer a hug. "There. Feel better now?"

[chasingangela]

"Much," Joxer said happily. "Sorry I couldn't help."

[mycanonhatesme]

"It's okay, I suppose. I don't even know where my own body is, to be honest." Marty sighed. "Just take care of Angela's body, okay? You hurt her, and I'll hurt you."

[chasingangela]

Joxer held up both hands. "I wound not harm a hair on her head. Promise."

[mycanonhatesme]

"Okay." Marty sighed, relaxing visibly. "That's reassuring, thank you. If you find her before I do, can you let her know I'm looking for her?"

[chasingangela]

"I'll do that," Joxer promised.