Study Hall, 11/14

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

Dream has thrown on the doors to study hall and is sitting at a table near the front, paging through a book.

As part of his quest to cut down on the caffeine consumption at the school, he's put a range of juices, bottled water, and caffeine-free sodas throughout the room.

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Carrying a blue hardcover under his arm, Bridge enters the Study Hall. He eyes the caffeine free-drinks with some suspicion before finding a seat in the back corner.

He opens up his book and begins reading it intently, pausing every so often to take notes.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John comes into study hall, lugging an ugly toaster.

"Bridge! Man of the hour," he says and takes a seat beside him.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hey, dude." Bridge snaps the book shut and grins at John. "Just, uh, shove the toaster under my desk for now, I guess."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John drops the crappy toaster under Bridge's desk. "I appreciate this man. Damn toaster burns everything. My smoke alarm's batteries are running low because of it."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yikes!" Bridge says. "I'll get right on it. I wouldn't want to deprive you of the joys of-" he wiggles his fingers- "buttery toast, after all."

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*bounces in, still finishing his PopTart and spots Bridge, John and Anders*

Hey, guys! Bridge, man, I got your message, no worries! *eyes the toaster and John and grins* Technical difficulties?

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Hey Duo!" John nudges the toaster again. "Piece of junk likes to burn everything I try to toast. I was gonna junk it but thought I'd see if ABC could work their magic."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Coolness." Bridge grins at Duo. "So... when would be a good time to work on that rocket engine? I've sort of got a lot of homework in the non-RP-world sense this week, but I'm sure I could find some time somewhere."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John laughs because OMG BUTTER!. "You're awesome, Bridge. I'll owe you money and a favor if you guys work your magic on this toaster."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Crichton." Anders chucks him a gumball and waves. "What's up today?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John catches the gumball and pops it in his mouth. "Nothing much. I'm commissioning ABC to fix my wreck of a toaster."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Ah, cool." Anders nods. "Better leave that to the B section of ABC, if you know what I mean."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Yo Anders, how's the pyramid thing going? When do you and Kara get the tryout?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders does, in fact, have caffeine, and is back to the old double-fisted consumption technique. As he comes in, he notices the way Bridge is eyeing the non-caffeinated beverages, and sets his second red-eye in front of Bridge without saying a word.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Thank you!" Bridge chirps. "One should not be taking notes without a source of caffeine to drink. It's just not right." He says, seriously.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Not having available caffeine sources on hand isn't right either," replies Anders, doodling absently in the margins of his classics notebook. He looks over and gives Bridge a grin. "Oh, and just for the record? That whole thing with RIC? Me and Cally aren't mad at you, dude. 'kay?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John throws a burnt toaster bit at Anders. Just for fun.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I get no love, dude," Anders tells John in a mock indignant tone. "I give you gumballs and get carbonized toast? That's just not right."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Cool," Bridge smiles. "I think RIC might be sulking still, just a little, though. I played catch with him for like, ten hours yesterday... and still, he won't do much more than blow electronic raspberries at me."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Aww, geez, that's no fun." Anders narrows his eyes suspiciously for a second, still wondering if RIC might have somehow recorded graphically incriminating evidence. "Can he play lightball? 'cause I'd be glad to take him out for a long play session this afternoon for my workout or something."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory strides into study hall, and catches sight of Bridge. Perfect, she thinks, grinning.

"Bridge!" she greets him happily, plopping into a seat nearby. "How are you today?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hey RoryRanger!" Bridge says. "I'm... well, tired, mostly. But otherwise good! You?"

(ooc: sorry for taking so long t'reply. cursed real school! *shakes fist)

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"I'm good," she nods, smiling. "Got a question for you, though."

[ooc: No worries whatsoever. And I'm actually being a bit preemptive with this, but I wanted dibs. Hee.]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Erm... okay. Shoot, I guess," he says, jotting something down in his notebook and then underlining it several times.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Okay, so I have this project for my journalism, where we have to...write an article on another student who we think is interesting, but don't know that well," Rory says with an arched brow.

"We have to profile them, and then we get to take a trip off-campus with them - school-sanctioned, of course - to do whatever the profilee wants to do. And...I was wondering if you'd let me write mine on you?" She tilts her head in a way she stole from Veronica Mars charmingly.