Fifth floor common room, Wednesday evening

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had gotten a package. It had been a very long time since she'd gotten a random package that wasn't something she'd ordered.

But it was from a former boss (and not one that she'd killed slept with stopped talking to on bad terms), so she figured it was okay.

Inside were a few CDs from Lucas, and a tupperware container with an extra note on it:

Hey, little former music babe,

Lucas says you used to totally dig the secret recipe of my brownies, so I thought I'd make sure you got some more for old times sake. Try not to watch any Gwar videos when you eat them.

Keep it cool,

Eddie

Her eyes widened.

Eddie's special brownies.

SCORE!

So now she was bopping around to an odd harpsichord playing musician who sounded kind of like a cross between Betty Boop and a cat screeching but was mysteriously catchy, and eating her some good brownies.

[ooc: open. Yes, those are Eddie's special brownies. Secret ingredient: "lots of sugar". Your character may or may not recognize them for what they are, Nadia may or may not tell your character what they are, I leave that up to you]

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[stykera]

Stark hadn't yet managed to put the mask back on, but he waved to Bridge anyway.

"Bridge!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Stark!" Bridge waves back. "You're sparkling." He blinks. "And my gloves are on. I don't have a concussion. I think. But you're sparkling. But I don't have a concussion."

[stykera]

"I'm supposed to be," Stark said. "Why would you have a concussion? Did you hit your head again? You shouldn't do that. People need to stop hitting their heads here."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Nonono, there was a rock, but that was Saturday. Everyone sparkles, but usually I need my gloves off to see it. Except when I have a concussion."

[stykera]

"Everyone sparkles?" That was news to him. "Like this?" he asked, waving a hand at his face.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh," Bridge says. "But you're kind of an orangey amber and some people are more blue or green or purple or pink or red or yellow... or all sorts of colours mixed together," he waves a hand vaguely. "You know."

[stykera]

"Oh." Stark then decided it was probably time to put the mask back on, so he did so. "Would I still be sparkly with the mask on if you hit your head or you had your gloves off?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh," Bridge nods. "The sparkly's your eeeeenergy. It's always there. Even if other people can't see it."

[stykera]

"Still the same color?" Stark asked. "And of course it's always there otherwise I wouldn't need the mask and if I didn't need my mask maybe I wouldn't be me. And I wouldn't want to not be me. Mostly."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes it might change if you're in a bad mood or being influenced by things outside of you or if you're hurt or sick," Bridge informs Stark. "I wouldn't want you to not be you either. People should always be them."

[stykera]

"Oh. Do you know what color you are?" Stark said. "Before sometimes maybe it would have been better to be not-me. But not now. Now is good. You're right. People should be them."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I am a greeny-blue," Bridge informs Stark. "I used to think it was more of a bluey-green but it's definitely more on the green side than blue side. I wasn't me once. I was Cally. It was weird. I had parts I didn't normally have."

[stykera]

"I like blue." Stark nodded and grinned a little goofily. "Blue is a very good color to have. So is green," he added quickly. He wasn't sure what to say to Bridge having been Cally once. So he just nodded again.