Second Floor Common Room [Thursday Evening]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge hobbles out of his room for the first time since Saturday evening. Leaning the crutches against the arm of the couch, he curls up and starts aimlessly flipping through channels.

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[stykera]

"Hello Bridge," Stark answered with a grin. Then a frown. "You're hurt?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Troll stomped on my ankle," Bridge says with a sigh.

[stykera]

"Ow," Stark said. "They did a lot of damage."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Bridge says. "I'm not a troll fan. But at least they weren't going around capturing buildings and people and putting them in little jars?" he offers with a shrug.

[stykera]

Stark started to nod, then stopped and gave Bridge an odd look. "Wait, what?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Um," Bridge says. "There was a troll in my reality who did that, once. It was a whole big thing."

[stykera]

"Oh. That sort of thing happen often?"