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"I'm used to it, I guess. Doesn't yours get sore having to, like, look down all the time?" Cally chews on her lower lip. "I mean, like, being tall is kinda nice, but... weird."

"And I haven't been this short since I was, like, twelve." Anders frowns. "Not that Bridge is short, I mean, just, y'know, compared to me."

He props his chin up on his notably gloveless hands and stares at Cally for a while, frowning a little more. "Y'know, I still love you, but you're usually much cuter."

"I'm feeling very narcisstic today," Cally says, taking a bite out of her sloppy joe. "But I love you too. But, like, I want you to know that I don't love Bridge like I love you."

Cameron's completely lost it by now. He stares at the two of them, but jumps up from his seat as Anders tells Bridge he loves him. "Okay! That's enough!"

"What do you mean, enough?" asks Anders, who's still stuck back there somewhere on what exactly 'narcissistic' means, but he's a little disturbed at the fact that he physically flinched at Cameron's reaction. "Mitchell, relax, man. Not like you haven't seen us do this, like, a million times. Okay, not quite like this, but dude. Seriously."

"Not funny, man." Cameron scowls and looks at Anders. "If you wanted to apologise, sure fine. I already forgot about it to be honest, but coming in here and pulling some stupid stuff like this? Not cool."

"Frak," Cally says, setting down her sloppy joe. "We're gonna need name tags. We're not who we look like. Seriously."

"Let me guess, you're actually a reflection of my consciousness and you're here to tell me to never drink again or you and Bridge will have sex? Whatever, Anders." Cameron shakes his head.

"You went and got drunk anyway, didn't you?" Anders glares at Cameron. "I frakkin' told you not to, dude. Okay, so I also offered to help you get ambrosia, but still. And, um, so not having sex with Bridge. We're not that kind of friends."

"What?" This was starting to get a bit creepy because that sounded like Anders.

"Totally. Me and Anders are kind of and exclusive deal, you know?" Cally nods before picking up her sandwich. "And that totally overrides such things as... physical mishaps."

"What?" He said that already. "Whatever it is you guys are trying to do, you can stop it right now."

Anders glowers and gulps down half a glass of milk. He could be really snarky right now, but in a vague, half-formed sort of way he's aware that Cam isn't in the greatest of moods so he goes easy on him. "Not tryin' to do anything but try and keep things as normal as possible, which is kinda hard at the moment."

"I think our idea of normal doesn't quite match up," Cameron looks pointedly between Bridge and Anders.

Anders looks back helplessly. "This is not exactly my idea of normal either. But I'm tryin' to work with it."

"That's way too much information, I'm out of here." Cameron shakes his head and turns to leave.

Anders is about to call out to him to come back, but again, there's that vague sense that it might just be better to let him leave. It was getting too uncomfortable anyway. He sighs and goes back to his food, looking sheepishly at Cally. "I think we're gonna confuse the hell out of people today."

Victor grabbed a bit of everything, as usual (except an extra helping of broccoli, of course) and scanned the cafeteria. Pippi was by herself, but she looked busy, so he decided to sit by Anders and Bridge today. After all, he'd never really eaten lunch with Bridge before, and this would be a good opportunity to talk about Fight Club ~~and in no way test himself regarding feelings he didn't ahve anymore~~.

"Hey, guys," he said, taking a seat. "How are you today?"

"Feeling very out of it," said Anders in a dull voice. "But don't let that chase you off or anything. Hey, Vic-dude. I haven't seen you in, like, days."

[OOC: Cally-mun is off at class right now, so a bit of slow-play may be in order here.]

"Yeah, I know. When are we having Fight Club again, anyway?"

He was about to spear a stalk of broccoli when he saw something that made him pause. "Um, Bridge...where are your gloves?"

[ooc: Not a problem. I need her here for something I really wanna do with you two, so it'll be worth the wait. :)]

"Fight Club? Um. I sort of, um. Have no idea." Anders gave Victor a blank look over the top of his sloppy joe. "Gloves? Left 'em behind. Hate having my hands all restricted like that."

Wrong answer. The slight feeling in the back of Victor's mind exploded into full-blown confidence that something was definitly wrong here. He felt extemely thankful for his training at Xavier's, because without it, he probably wouldn't have suspected a thing.

Calmly, Victor set down his fork and leaned back in his chair, giving "Bridge" a cool look. "Okay, who are you, and what have you done with Bridge?"

Cally sighs and takes another bite of her sloppy joe as she shakes her head. "Bridge is... well, Bridge looks like me. Wait, no, Bridge looks like Cally, Anders looks like Bridge, and I look like Anders. That's the rundown. Don't ask me how or why, but that's the situation."

Victor raised not just one eyebrow, but two. "So..." he said, doing a quick connect-the-dots, "you're really Cally," pointing at "Anders", "and you're really Anders," pointing at "Bridge". He shook his ehad and finally took a bite of broccoli. "Fandom High strikes again. So how did this happen?"

Anders blinked confusedly at Victor again and rubbed a hand over his face. "No idea, dude. Just woke up this way. Seriously, if I hadn't already seen a frakton of weird crap at this school I'd be freaking out more. But now I'm just sort of . . . feeling a little bit inconvenienced."