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Room 227 [sometime Sunday afternoon]
Jan. 8th, 2006 07:15 pmUnable to track down Cally or Anders, and figuring that everyone is probably pretty busy freaking out about classes starting tomorrow, Bridge decides not to hold business hours for ABC Damage Control today.
Instead, he decides to play fetch with RIC. Indoors. In a small space.
He tosses the ball at the far wall, and RIC chases after it, colliding with the wall in his enthusiasm.
RIC does not stop when he hits the wall. RIC goes right through, leaving a somewhat dog-shaped hole in the wall dividing rooms 227 and 225.
RIC grinds to a halt in the middle of 225 and looks back at Bridge, who is standing in his room with a vaguely horrified look on his face.
"Meow?" RIC offers, apologetically.
Instead, he decides to play fetch with RIC. Indoors. In a small space.
He tosses the ball at the far wall, and RIC chases after it, colliding with the wall in his enthusiasm.
RIC does not stop when he hits the wall. RIC goes right through, leaving a somewhat dog-shaped hole in the wall dividing rooms 227 and 225.
RIC grinds to a halt in the middle of 225 and looks back at Bridge, who is standing in his room with a vaguely horrified look on his face.
"Meow?" RIC offers, apologetically.
