2nd Floor Common Room [Sunday Afternoon]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

After waking up and finding himself twenty years in the past, because of course a Fandom reunion would have something bizarre like that happen, Bridge finds himself wondering if anyone else who was supposed to be at the reunion also ended up in this time.

And what better way to find out than to head to the dorms, where everyone was supposed to stay for the duration of the visit? Bridge heads for the common room on his old floor and flops down on a couch. The last time he'd been in a common room was... okay, last week, but that was because he'd been giving the newest group of recruits a tour of the Academy headquarters. But for now he's sitting flipping through channels, looking for something interesting to watch.

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[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

Adam had no idea there was anything weird going on in Fandom, as he made his way two floors down. What? He was kind of bored and wondered where people were.

Wandering into the common room, he was surprised by what he saw. "Hey Bridge..." Red? Since when did Bridge wear red?

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"...Adam?" Wow, did Adam look *so* much younger than the last time he'd seen him. Of course, the last time he'd seen him, Adam had also been older than him, which was weird in it's own way because the Adam he'd gone to school with had been younger. But he'd adjusted. But now Adam was younger than him again and... time travel seriously makes Bridge's head hurt. "Yeah, it's me dude."

[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Adam managed a small smile, wondering why Bridge happened to look older than he had the other day. And he would apologize for making Bridge's head hurt, if he'd known he'd caused it. "You look... different."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"This is going to sound really weird, dude, but I'm actually me from the future. Except, technically speaking, even when I was a student here I was me from the future since I was only born in 2004 and all, but uh. I'm actually here for a 20-year-reunion? Except I think somehow Fandom's... well, just being Fandom, because I ended up 20 years in the past." Well one thing's for sure. Bridge has not outgrown the rambling.

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

Meg couldn't resist visiting the common room. She missed hanging out there. She missed hanging out, period. Being a workaholic and a mother left little spare time.

She instantly recognized the person sitting on the couch. "Hi there, big brother."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Well, that confirms Bridge's theory that he's not the only one who ended up back in the past (or at least, further in the past than he was supposed to end up, in any case.) "Meg!" Bridge grins. "It's good to see you!"

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"It's good to see you too!" she said. "How are things?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, nobody's tried to blow up the planet for... at least a few months now. I think that might be a new record."

[multiplez]

Z--the usual Z, the teenager in a grey and black uniform--wandered into the common room below hers, looking for something to--wait.

That was an SPD uniform, wasn't it?

It was practically reflex that made Z say, "I didn't do it!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Didn't do... Z?" Bridge stares. Because seriously, he should have been expecting this by now after seeing Adam, but he'd *just* seen Z, like, yesterday.

[multiplez]

Crap, he knew her name. "I didn't do it, I swear," Z said. "Whatever it is. That you're here for. Um. Sir."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Okay, now Bridge can't help but laugh. He just looks at Z and holds up one gloved hand and does a familiar fingerwiggle.

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

Charlie had decided to check out her old haunts by wandering through Common Rooms in search of food. Some habits are really helpful to journalists, no matter what the age.

She grinned as she walked in the room. Some people didn't change enough not to be recognizable. "Bridge!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hey... Charlie?" Bridge studies the new arrival. "Charlie!"

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

"Bridge!" Charlie hurried forward, laughing and holding out her arms. "God, it's been way too long!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Totally," Bridge agrees, hugging her tight. "How *are* you? You look wonderful."

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

It wasn't her floor, but Hoshi couldn't resist stopping by when she noticed people gathered in the common room.

"Hi Bridge! This place really hasn't changed in twenty years, has it?"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" he said, hoping this was someone he thought it was. "Hoshi, right?"

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

So she really hadn't changed that much in twenty years. Her hair was just a little longer and she had bangs. Hoshi squinted at the other man. "Yeah, you remember me! Hi, um... Who are you?"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Jack, Jack Burton," he said, automatically holding out his hand his mullet blowing in a spontaneous breeze. "You look good," he said with a smile. "How's the life outside Fandom treating you?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't know, I haven't been here twenty years from now yet." Bridge says. "I mean, I'm pretty sure that's where we were all supposed to end up, but I've, well, run in to people who were here twenty years ago and *they* aren't any older and they said it was actually 2007."

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

Hoshi had seen enough time weirdness during her ten years serving on board Enterprise. "It wouldn't be Fandom if something wasn't screwed up."

[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Hoshi," Adam smiled, waving slightly. Wow, was he the only one who was still a teenager? Fandom, for you.

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

"Adam?" asked Hoshi, looking amazed. "You look exactly as I remember you from twenty years ago! You must have found the fountain of youth."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Burton walked into the common room. Hell, the Second Floor Common Room looked the same....unless there was a warehouse full of couches that looked like that, ready to be replaced when needed.

He didn't doubt it.