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

Today had been... well, to say it had been hard would have been something of an understatement. Saying goodbye to both Xander and Callisto had *hurt ( Read more... )

Bridge had a date in a few hours.

Bridge was, in the meantime, in his room.

Bridge was maybe pacing nervously.

The door? Closed, but unlocked.

[ooc: specifically for a few certain people, though anyone is welcome to stop by.]

Bridge is, for once, not building something.

Instead he's taking things apart, and slowly and methodically sorting all the bits and pieces into various piles.

In other words, he's just generally keeping himself busy and finding excuses to avoid interacting with people in public.

[door's closed, but open for interaction. maybe.]

Bridge unlocks his door and then brings out a stack of plastic cups, a couple of bottles of pop, and a bottle of spacevodka before taking a seat on one of the beds.

"Okay then. Everyone know the rules?"