Bridge & Xander's Quarters [Newtech City, 2023]

[bridge_carson]

So, the Carson household (to use the term loosely, since it's definitely not a house and not really even an apartment to be honest) is now officially one with dual-income, no kids. Well, unless the new-and-improved, now-in-more-locations-than-ever-before Fandom weirdness struck again the way it did a couple of days ago.

Part of Bridge is actually kind of disappointed it skipped him. Not that he's gonna admit that.

"I miss having space," he comments randomly. Of course, his dorm room hadn't been bigger than their present quarters... but then, he'd practically moved out of the dorms in all but name only long before he'd actually left Fandom.

[ooc: also open for phone calls/teammates/what have you]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"No?" Bridge blinks. "Just, you know. General target acquisition stuff."

[needsaparrot]

"Damn, I'm disappointed. I was kinda hoping there was a giant robot out there who only throws pillows."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Ours has a lasso?" Bridge offers.

[needsaparrot]

"....Kinky?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Ew, God, no," Bridge makes a face. "Just, no. I mean, I'm not opposed to, you know, rope in general as I'm sure you know. Just not with evil monsters because hi, *so* not into that." Or, okay, into anything or anyone that wasn't Xander, but details.

[needsaparrot]

"And here I was just picturing the robots sneaking out for moonlight rendezvous with the Zords when nobody's looking."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Not into that either!" Bridge yelps. "...I think you've broken my brain," he says mournfully.

[needsaparrot]

"Woohoo, score!" Xander tosses the pillow up and bats it across the room like he's playing beach volleyball.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"That is not a good thing!" Bridge moans, sinking down onto the couch and blocking the flying pillow by putting another one over his face.

[needsaparrot]

"Why not? Broken ones are the best kind."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Not if you plan on getting any anytime soon," Bridge says, peeking out from under the pillow to glare at Xander.

[needsaparrot]

"...Any brains?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Deep breath. "Yes, that's totally exactly what I meant."

[needsaparrot]

"I'm sensing a faint hint of... could that be sarcasm?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Maaaaaybe."

[needsaparrot]

"And here I thought it wasn't possible for you to get hotter..."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Are you saying sarcasm turns you on?" he's not surprised, exactly, it's just... not something he'd ever really thought about.

[needsaparrot]

"Well, not from everybody."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"From who, then?"

[needsaparrot]

"Oh, you know. Angelina Jolie, Tim Gunn..."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Okay, I know who that first person is and frankly she's a bit too old for you, but who the frak is Tim Gunn?"

[needsaparrot]

"She's six years older than me and this is gonna be another one of those conversations about how you don't get reality tv, isn't it."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Twenty-one, correcting for time-travel," Bridge says. "And I really don't. I mean, literally. It's not on TV, as you might've noticed."

[needsaparrot]

"70-something younger than both of us, correcting for cold-sleep," Xander counters with a snicker. "And yeah, I noticed. I've been trying to figure out how to download Extreme Makeover - Home Edition through the FH network or something." Or he could always be lazy and get Willow Senior to send it to him.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I could try and work something out?" Bridge says. He's *fairly* sure the show doesn't involve voting anyone on or off, and thus can't be *too* bad.