B-Squad Common Room, SPD HQ [Evening, March 30th 2026]

[bridge_carson]

Meteor headed on a collision course for Earth: Destroyed.

Dragoul bent on destroying Newtech City: Also destroyed.

So, you know, just another day in the lives of those at SPD. In any case, Bridge felt the day's events merited some serious downtime in the form of a stack of toast and some old Galaxy Quest DVDs.

[ooc: open for fellow future-dwellers, as well as phone calls, emails, and messenger pigeons from other dimensions.]

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"No, but it is pretty easy to balance toast," Bridge pointed out, placing one such slice on end on his plate to demonstrate. "See?"

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Z rolled her eyes at him and said fondly, "Dork."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I was going for 'fiendishly clever wordplay', but dork'll do," Bridge replied.

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Z shrugged. "Dork, fiendishly clever, same difference."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Except in the spelling, number of syllables, number of words..."

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"Yeah, yeah, except for all those things. Just go with it!"

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"Going, going," Bridge held up his hands in mock-surrender.

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"Good," Z said. "Because I'm totally always right."

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"Well...." Bridge drawled. "Except for that one time," that they'd agreed to never speak of again, "with the..." he trailed off, wiggling his fingers in a gesture that was completely different from the "buttery" fingerwiggle.

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"I thought we weren't talking about that," Z said, looking very emo indeed at him.