Second Floor Common Room [late afternoon/evening]

Rory sat on the couch, idly tossing Vladdie's ball straight up into the air for him to leap up and retrieve.

She also had an eye on the television screen, which was featuring something new every few minutes as Rory's attention span gave out and she changed it.

[Open, yay! Feel free to mod whatever you'd like on the TV, as she's seriously just channel surfing and it's likely to change from thread to thread.]

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2006-09-06 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Dawn promptly walked over and gave Bridge a hug. "Hiya."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-09-06 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thanks," Bridge says. "Kinda needed that."

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2006-09-06 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Anytime," Dawn said, then asked quietly, "Has Xander been returning your calls? Because he hasn't called me back, but there may be some interdimensional or monk-y spell-ness that made him forget me, or call the other me back instead of me-me, but you he wouldn't ever forget."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-09-06 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," Bridge shakes his head. "There's no way for him to contact Fandom. Not for a long, long time."

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2006-09-06 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, Bridge," Dawn hugged him again. "How do you know?"

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-09-06 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dream," Bridge explains shortly.

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2006-09-06 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Dawn wasn't exactly sure how this dream thing worked. "Did you see what's going to happen to him?"

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-09-06 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Kind of," Bridge says. "A lot of it wasn't, like, clear-cut images? But I know that... stuff's going to happen. And it'll be six years till we see each other again."

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2006-09-06 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Six years?" Dawn stared at Bridge, and did the math. "Then that means...oh, there's so much I should have warned him about. So much he's going to go through."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-09-06 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"I wished I could," Bridge says, "but then things wouldn't have happened the way they were supposed to and there would have been badness and dancing in a crater..."

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2006-09-06 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Dawn nodded, "Not to mention the end of the world. He stopped it himself once."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-09-06 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Bridge nods. "I know," and yeah, he does sound kind of proud about that. "I... kinda got that, from my dream."

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2006-09-06 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"So you really, really know," Dawn said quietly.

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2006-09-07 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
And Dawn hugged him again. "If everything goes the way it's s'posed to, he'll be 95% okay."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-09-07 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," Bridge sighs. "It's that other 5% I hate."

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2006-09-07 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Me too, but the patch looks very suave and gives him a lot of new material," Dawn said, trying to be at least a little cheerful.