Thursday Afternoon [Room 227]

[bridge_carson]

Bridge was sprawled on his bed, notebook open to a page of schematics, and a multitude of assorted parts scattered on the bedspread around him.

The door was propped open with a box containing the parts of a disassembled television set.

[ooc: door is openinated. but not opinionated, like i first typed. it's just a door after all.]

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"I'd be the same if you were borrowing my books," Willow said. "Or were somebody else. It's not a Xander's boyfriend thing."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Fixing stuff. Also building custom electronics, but that's always a bit more chancy."

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Why is that? Is it dangerous?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"No, I get that." Bridge nods. "I... am pretty much the same way, with my stuff. Which is why I wouldn't do anything to anyone else's things that I wouldn't want done to mine."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Not exactly?" Bridge shrugs. "I just... make whatever feels right. Sometimes they don't turn out exactly as I expect. Not in a bad way."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Appreciated," Willow said. "And if you ever want a computery or magicy favor in return - "

She shrugged, letting the sentence fill in itself. Then she gave a wave as she turned to go.

[soldtoarmenians]

Okay, so you know, Hellmouth and Fandom and anyway Willow can hover pencils, which is actually pretty nifty in its own right, but the point being Xander should be jaded by stuff that should be a CGI effect but isn't. But he isn't.

"It floats. That's...very cool."

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Like how for example?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Also makes root beer floats. And... tells the local time for major cities on like, a bazillion planets as far as I can tell." Bridge says. "So what've you been up to?" he asks, with a nod in the notebook's direction.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"They dispense candy. Even when they're not meant to."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Later, then!" Bridge replies with a wave of his own.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Really? That's actually pretty cool though."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I think so!" Bridge grins. "So, if you ever have any electronics that you feel could be improved with the addition of candy, bring 'em by."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander stares at the thing for a second. "Does it also do windows?"

He snickers, then shakes his head and pulls out the notebook. "Been trying to come up with workshop stuff that won't have people either falling asleep or throwing popcorn at me."

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"I'll do that! Thanks Bridge!" Jamie said with a grin. "I'll see you later."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I sincerely doubt there'll be any shenannigans of the falling asleep or throwing popcorn sort in your workshop," Bridge says solemnly, before bouncing over to the bed that... wasn't completely covered in stuff. "Can I see? Or would that be unethical?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Oh, highly," Xander says, nodding. And tossing the notebook over. "If I caught you, I might have to give you detention."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Bye dude!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge flips open the notebook and glances at the first page.

"These are pictures of doughnuts." He notes.

[soldtoarmenians]

"They're in code!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Doughnut code?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Yup. The glazed ones mean, 'I'm hungry' and the sprinkles mean...'I'm hungry.'" Xander scratches his head. "Ok, so I'm still working out some of the kinks."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hmm, yeah. I can see that," Bridge grins. "You know, you could sit down. There's space," he waves at a spot on the bed next to him. "Or, alternatively, chairs."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Oh, is that what those things are." Xander sits down on the bed.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"So," Bridge says with pretty much... no segue at all. "Willow came by today."