Pangolin A3 [Monday Afternoon]

[bridge_carson]

After moving his stuff over from 227, and hanging out with his cabinmates in the common room, Bridge is currently sprawled on his bed, the curtain pulled back, and is writing in a notebook. Every once and a while, he absently tosses a ball down the cabin hallway for RIC.

[ooc: open, but responses may be slowish for a while]

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[soldtoarmenians]

Xander stares at him for a full 17 seconds, before finally sticking his tongue out. "I hate you."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"No you don't!" Bridge says.

[soldtoarmenians]

"I could. Possibly. In some other universe. It counts. Maybe." Xander manages to wait at least a couple of breaths before snickering. "Scrapbooking? Seriously?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"With glitter and everything," Bridge says. "I think Hamlet even asked if scrapbooking was a solitary activity or one done with a partner."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Hamlet's going to hell," Xander responds immediately, and with conviction.