bridge_carson: (slacker)
With no classes to go to, Bridge hadn't done much of anything today. Well, besides feed Jeremiah and Cam-Mollusc, who were back at peering at each other through the glass. Every once and a while Jeremiah would croak, and Cam-Mollusc would flail in response. What do a frog and a squid talk about, anyway? Bridge doesn't speak either, so it's possible the world may never know.

[ooc: for one person in particular. door's closed, but knockable.]
bridge_carson: (Default)
Bridge is sprawled on his bed, notebook open to a set of diagrams, and is tinkering with an array of different mechanical things in attempt to make them resemble... whatever it is he's diagrammed in the book.

On the other bed is a box that had arrived this morning. The return address lists the name "Sydney Drew" and a location that's... well, it's definitely not from this planet.

[ooc: door is unlocked!]
bridge_carson: (listening)
Bridge unlocks his door and then brings out a stack of plastic cups, a couple of bottles of pop, and a bottle of spacevodka before taking a seat on one of the beds.

"Okay then. Everyone know the rules?"

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