http://carter-i-am.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-11-08 07:49 pm

First Floor Garage, Wednesday Evening

Sam was crouched down next to her swoop bike, making some adjustments to the clutch, which was sticking a little, and the brakes, which needed to be made much more solid if she was going to continue going at the speeds she wanted to.

She hummed tunelessly as she worked.

[ooc: Open to all, thread with Jack Harkness locked to them.]

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-11-09 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Jack spied Sam and wandered in to stand behind her, hands in his pockets, watching what she was doing for a bit before saying, "Hey."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-11-09 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Not much," he answered, the corner of his mouth quirking up as he crouched down to her. "You okay?"

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-11-09 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
"I can see that." He smiled slightly and nodded at the bike. "What are you working on?"

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-11-09 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I have to agree. Fast is fun, but it's even better if you know you're not going end up becoming one with a building," he said with a laugh that fell kind of flat. "Can I help?"

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-11-09 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Anders came down to the garage with plans to take his glider out for a night ride, and waved to Sam as he walked in. "Tinkering again, Carter?"

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-11-09 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Not much. Just classes, really, and this Las Vegas trip coming up." Anders laughed as he used his sleeve to try and rub off a nonexistent spot of dirt near the glider's tailpipe. "Whatever the radio said, I didn't do it."

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-11-09 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Neither do I. Probably a good thing," Anders said quickly. "Vegas. Yeah. Field trip for Mister Phale's Prophecy class, and Doctor Wilson's Humor class. I'm . . . told it should be interesting."

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-11-09 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"You're serious, aren't you?" Anders stopped polishing the glider and turned to stare at her. "Oh lords, I don't need to get arrested two weeks in a row!"

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-11-09 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Bridge doesn't actually have a reason to be down here. He was just kind of bored and wandering and realised he hadn't actually been anywhere on the first floor since... well. But here he was.

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-11-09 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
And that would be Anders, flyingtacklehugging his best friend with no further explanation.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-11-09 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Oof." Bridge says. "Good to see you too, dude."

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-11-09 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Hi! Hi hi hi!" Maybe Anders is just relieved to have, you know, a normal and non-flaily kind of interaction with a guy at this point. But more likely he's really happy to see Bridge. "This glider is like the best thing ever and you rock!"

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-11-09 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
"I take it you're having fun, then?" Bridge beams at Anders.

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-11-09 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh yeah. And I haven't hurt myself, either," he added, because he felt it was necessary to point this out.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-11-09 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Yay!" Bridge cheers. "Though I'll confess that I'm sorry I missed out on actually helping you work on it at all."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-11-09 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
"I would love to help!" Bridge bounces over. "Point me in a direction."