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bridge_carson) wrote2006-05-18 02:58 pm
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Thursday Afternoon [Room 227]
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.]
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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"A clock. Sort of."
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"It floats. That's...very cool."
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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."
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"These are pictures of doughnuts." He notes.
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He glances toward the open door, gets up, closes it, and comes to sit back down. "Well, that's where the weird comes in."
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