You see things; and you say, 'Why?'

Saturday mornings were, generally speaking, for sleeping in as long as possible (which really isn't that long, given that he's got work today). Well, or for random transformation-related weirdness to strike the island, but right now Bridge is unaware of anything like that occuring and so there's just the sleeping.

Bridge scrambles out of bed, hitting the floor with a slight *thump* in his enthusiasm to be up! and awake! and doing stuff! He wanders over to Anders' bed and pokes tentatively at the sleeping form, which gets no response other than an incoherent mumble.

Not too terribly pleased about the fact that his friend doesn't want to get up and play, Bridge flops down to the floor in a huff. Which lasts all of two seconds before he's jumping up again because he just got the best idea ever, he can go visit Xander! He gets dressed all by himself, thanks, and grabs Tedgiraffe from the bed and tucks him under his arm before heading out of the room.

Eventually he arrives at Xander's apartment. And he doesn't knock, of course. He's got a key all his own and he's allowed to use it whenever he wants! He lets himself in and then, because it's morning and he hasn't had breakfast and he's hungry and probably Xander is too, he ( heads straight for the kitchen... )

[OOC: Preplayed with the BF of Non-Weeness. NFI, OOC=WHEE! Wee whee.]

From the outside, the building looks just like an ordinary office tower, no different from the others on this street.

The inside, though, is a different story. Inside the building is where the current headquarters of the SPD Earth branch is located. In a few years, with the creation of Newtech City, SPD will go public. But for now, they remain secret.

( Shh, sekrit! )

[Preplayed with the most excellent multiplez, futurebucs_star, tatooine_doofus, and needsaparrot. Coding once again by the wonderful needsaparrot. NFB due to distance, but OOC is welcome.]

Much like Saturday morning, when Monday morning rolls around, Bridge is still mostly asleep and curled up comfortably with the bed's other occupant.

*Unlike* Saturday morning, the way they'd fallen asleep this time was actually comfortable for *both* of them. Well. There's also the fact that once again, he knows who he is. Not that he's really concerned with that at the moment, because oooh, snuggly.

[ooc: for the not-a-pirate-guy who lives here.]

It had really not been a great day. Whatever Umbridge had done to him, it didn't seem to be wearing off at all. He'd even tried drinking all sorts of liquids in an effort to make his throat feel somewhat better, but that didn't help much. And because it hurt to talk, he couldn't exactly *call* Xander and explain what had happened. He'd have to do it in person. Of course this meant breaking the same rule that he's currently being punished for breaking before.

Which is why he's knocking at Xander's door come evening time. Only there's no answer. After waiting what he deems a sufficient amount of time, he opens the door using the key Xander had given him a while ago.

"Xander?" he calls out loud as he enters the apartment. And then immediately regrets it as his throat starts hurting worse again. An inspection of the apartment reveals that Xander is most definitely not there. So with a pitcher of water and the television turned on and showing something random, he curls up on the couch and sort of half pays attention to the screen as he waits.

[ooc: for he who owns the apartment that was modded with permission.]

Bridge has the tent pitched, a fire going, and is practicing tying different types of knots with a length of rope for Scouting class while he waits for Xander.

He hasn't yet noticed that the sounds of the nearby forest seem to be a bit out of the ordinary tonight.

[ooc: for the boyfriend-shaped-person.]

Bridge has a blanket spread out on the sand and takeout cartons from Ching Tai arranged on the blanket. Now all he needs is the person he's set this up *for*.

[ooc: for the guy with the eyepatch Watcher ...boyfriend.]

Even though he hadn't been the one saying goodbye to everyone, the day had still been kind of tiring, from an emotional point of view. The fashion show in the fifth floor common room had provided an... interesting change of pace, at least.

But now it was much later, and the door was closed and it was just the two of them.

[ooc: for... well. i should hope that's obvious. also nws omg.]

Bridge tosses restlessly in his sleep. Falling asleep without the gloves on may have seemed like a good idea at the time, but he was finding out that it really was not.

( In the dreaming... )

Bridge wakes with an unhappy whimper, his hands instinctively reaching out to grab Xander, to bring him *back*...