Room 227 [Wednesday Afternoon]

[bridge_carson]

Bridge is, for once, not building something.

Instead he's taking things apart, and slowly and methodically sorting all the bits and pieces into various piles.

In other words, he's just generally keeping himself busy and finding excuses to avoid interacting with people in public.

[door's closed, but open for interaction. maybe.]

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders is bored. And he has cupcakes. And he's trying to avoid getting on his shiny new computer and spending the next five hours reading sports scores and checking up on his fantasy baseball team.

So he knocks on Bridge's door. "Dude, you in?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Bridge calls, "s'unlocked."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders sticks his head in, then edges the rest of the way in. "I have cupcakes."

Then he notices what Bridge is doing. "Dude. You are so not up to your usual cheerful specs. What happened?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Just... stuff," he says, waving a hand vaguely. "Maybe said some things I shouldn't have," Bridge sighs.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Who hasn't said stuff they shouldn't have?" asks Anders. "I do that all the time. Least you haven't ended up with a black eye, or thrown out of Caritas for it, or something. Okay, not that I got a black eye, but I might've, except for the getting thrown out of Caritas part . . ."

He sits down across from Bridge and shoves the cupcakes over to him. "Okay, seriously, dude. This is not like you, and I don't like it. What's up?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge smiles a little, just a little, as he takes a cupcake, and then just shrugs in response to Anders' question.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders's eyebrow goes up pretty noticeably. "You don't know, or you don't wanna say?" He shrugs and picks up a cupcake for himself. "I totally get the not wanting to talk about it thing, y'know. 'cause like, there was some stuff I shoulda kept my mouth shut about a couple months ago, 'stead of going around making vague references to a whole bunch of people. Y'know, with Kara, and the Pyramid thing, and the . . . yeah."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"...both."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Complicated, huh?" Anders nods. "Well, if talking about it isn't your thing, maybe just some company would help? Maybe? That's what best buds are supposed to be there for, right?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"That'd be good," the smile's a little bigger now. "So, um." change of subject, change of subject, change of subject, "I hear Cally's feeling better."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Yep!" Anders's face brightens. "Lots better. Couple more days and she should be a hundred percent again. And no," he adds, his eyes bugging out a little bit frantically, "she was not pregnant. Even if I made Rory think so."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes you have to be careful with how you word things around here, yeah." Bridge says, not at all wishing he'd taken his own advice.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Doesn't matter how you word things, someone's gonna take 'em wrong anyway around here," notes Anders with a shrug. "'cause like, those notes you get for radio? I gotta wonder if the sources are on drugs sometimes."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Seriously, dude." Bridge says, making a face. "It's like, sometimes they're accurate? And sometimes they're recorded by, like, monkeys with typewriters."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Drugged monkeys with typewriters," Anders agrees, starting in on a second cupcake. "Typewriters where someone mixed up all the letter keys, too."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Drugged dyslexic monkeys with typewriters."

Bridge almost laughs.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Drugged dyslexic monkeys who only speak Greek, trying to use possessed typewriters with mixed-up keys that will get every other word spelled backwards anyway . . ."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Drugged dyslexic Greek monkeys who sometimes let their cats walk all over their possessed, mixed-up-keys typewriters that spell backwards."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Dude. Yes. Tapdancing cats."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"It's really the only logical explanation."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Or as logical as anything ever gets here, right?" Anders grins. "So when you gonna drop by and see Cally and, like, tell her you're glad she's still alive or something?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Uh... good question." Bridge says. "Maybe tomorrow? I'm not exactly in an actually-leave-my-room kinda mood."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Aw, that's cool. Don't think tonight would work out too well anyway." Anders shrugs and juggles a couple of bolts, then puts them back in the pile they came from. "Today was one of those for me mostly, and then there was this need for sugar."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Sugar is good," Bridge says, taking another cupcake to emphasize his point.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders eyes Bridge dubiously. "Maybe I should go out and get you more, at this rate."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge shrugs noncommitally.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Noncommittal, emo-ish Bridge?

Is a scary, scary thing.

"Cupcakes. Stat," says Anders, jumping up and making a beeline for the door.

He totally leaves the other half dozen left in the tray behind, too.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam knocked on the door. She and Bridge still had some work to do for ACJ.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Who is it?" Bridge asks.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Bridge? It's Sam."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Okay. Come in, then, door's unlocked," he says, not actually looking up from what he's doing.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam poked her head in. "Hey." She saw all the different parts laying around and almost bounced in glee, until she realized Bridge wasn't bouncing. "What're you making?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge looks up as Sam pokes her head in. "Uh, nothing yet, really. Just... housekeeping, kinda," he waves vaguely. "Um, there should be some free space on the bed if you wanna sit down or something."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam took a seat on the bed and watched him. "You okay?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Not really?" Bridge says with a shrug. "It's been one of those weeks, you know?" he tilts his head. "Actually, you probably *do* know, what with the whole 'kaboom' on Saturday and everything." He remarks. "Um, anyway, we should probably figure out what we're gonna do for ACJ, I think."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"I think you're right, but if you're not up for it, we can work on it some other time. It's not due until Tuesday, right?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Nah, distractions are good, and welcome." Bridge nods.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Okay...so, where do we want to start. I guess with how we think of Justice?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Right, okay. Um... where I come from, the Power Rangers handle Justice a lot."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"How do they do that?" Sam asked, "and how do they look at their jobs?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Uh, they're given technology that increases their strength and fighting abilities, as well as makes them harder to hurt." Bridge explains. "And um- in the beginning, at least on Earth, it was sort of a vigilante thing? Like, they weren't really sanctioned by the government or anything. It's different now, obviously, since I'm in training to become one. It's sort of a... job and a calling all at once. Not everyone is cut out to be a Ranger."

Wow. And that would be the most he's said all day.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Technology?" Sam, already in a decent mood, perked up even further. "A job and a calling? Yeah, I get that. Kind of like the way my dad used to talk about the Air Force. Was there ever a problem with someone who did things for the wrong reasons, or where they made a mistake in who they went after? What happens then?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yup," Bridge nods. "It's... sort of like armour, but is a bit more complicated, 'cause it also gives the wearer sort of instinctual knowledge of the weapons systems and stuff." Bridge tilts his head, and thinks about the Sam's question. "Would you laugh if I said something about space ninjas?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Space ninjas?" She grinned, wondering exactly who she'd have to talk to to get her hands on some of that armor. "No, no laughing."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Okay, there was this guy, Lothor, who was... well, a space ninja. Anyway, he sort of kidnapped these two Rangers from Earth, and convinced them, somehow, that the other Rangers were the ones who had killed their parents. So, of course, these two went after the others and tried to get revenge."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Gah. What happened?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, *eventually*, everyone figured out what had gone wrong, and the Thunder Rangers went after Lothor. This was before Rangers were really any sort of 'official' law enforcement on Earth, so there wasn't any sort of punishment."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"So it just, what, got dropped or swept under the rug?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Essentially, yeah." Bridge says with a shrug. "I think if that were to happen now, there would probably be some sort of punishment from the higher-ups at SPD, but back then there really wasn't any sort of higher authority on Earth for them to answer to."