Room 227 [Thursday Evening]

With no classes to go to, Bridge hadn't done much of anything today. Well, besides feed Jeremiah and Cam-Mollusc, who were back at peering at each other through the glass. Every once and a while Jeremiah would croak, and Cam-Mollusc would flail in response. What do a frog and a squid talk about, anyway? Bridge doesn't speak either, so it's possible the world may never know.

[ooc: for one person in particular. door's closed, but knockable.]