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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Bridge looks up. "Hi!" Oh, quick, think of something! "Uh. Trying to figure out how I built this," he picks up a spherical object off one of the shelves by his bed, "so that I can do it again."

Which was true, he *was* trying to work that out. Just... not at this moment.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander blinks at said object. "...what is it?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge flips a switch and tosses the sphere in Xander's direction. It stops about halfway and hovers in midair.

"A clock. Sort of."

[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."

[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.

[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."

[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]

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."

[soldtoarmenians]

"She did? I meant to talk to you about the whole..." Xander revives a vague hand gesture not seen since the golden days of... Tuesday night. "weirdness thing."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge nods. "She said she wouldn't actually dissect me, and dropped off her laptop," he says. "Also mentioned something about secrets. Which I'm going to take a wild guess and say it ties in to the weirdness thing?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"...you...were under the impression she would?" Xander blinks. Because the last thing he heard re: Willow was 'thinks I'm a demon.' No sharp and/or pointy objects were mentioned.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"She... may have mentioned it to Conner and I may have taken it literally and I may have freaked out a little and jumped to conclusions?" Bridge admits sheepishly.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Willow's not big with the hurting of ... anything that has a face, really." Xander shakes his head, then makes a face of his own. "She might make exceptions for frogs, but even there I think it's just that she talks a good game. She can't have changed that much in--"

He glances toward the open door, gets up, closes it, and comes to sit back down. "Well, that's where the weird comes in."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"What d'you mean?" Bridge asks.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Well, she's your age instead of my age, which is weird enough, but hey, compared to a Buffy who hasn't even met me yet and a Buffy's sister from a timeline where Buffy even has a sister, which she doesn't where I come from, a Willow who didn't remember Junior and Senior year would be...refreshingly normal."

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"You said 'would be'," points out Bridge.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Yeah, that'd be where I mentioned she was being strange, before. Because she does. She kept saying stuff like dating Cordy obviously turned me gay, which didn't happen -- the dating, not the turning gay which didn't happen at all -- til ... well, Willow didn't find out about it until January of Junior year. And there's stuff from even later like her being a vampire and..." He fidgets. "Why Cordy and me broke up."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge may have frowned slightly at that last bit. "So, okay, she's saying she's younger than she actually is?"