2nd Floor Common Room [Saturday Afternoon]

[bridge_carson]

After recieving textmessages from Xander updating him on the situation- and the fact that everyone was going to be confined to dorms tonight- Bridge decided to venture out of 121 and up to the second floor common room. He's got the TV on and is sort of half-paying attention to it. Mostly it's just there to drown out the eerie quietness.

Comments

[carter_i_am]

Sam sat down on one of the sofas, arms folded in front of her. She was really not happy to be sitting this one out.

[whitedeathpod]

John waves because he really can't do anything else.

And he gives a thumbs up, hoping she gets that to mean he's asking if she's all right.

[carter_i_am]

Sam waved back, pointed to herself and made an A-Ok sign, then pointed to him, trying to ask the same.

[whitedeathpod]

John nods and then mouths, "Radio. I am screwed."

[carter_i_am]

Sam frowned at him. "What?"

[whitedeathpod]

So, John does a very idiotic impression of someone with a boombox on his shoulder.

[carter_i_am]

That didn't help Sam's comprehension in the slightest. Not that she could ask him what he was doing, because she would have been struck speechless by his impression anyway.

[whitedeathpod]

He scowls and pretends to be singing this time.

[carter_i_am]

"Caritas?" She mouths at him.

[whitedeathpod]

He shakes his head again. "RADIO." And that's a shout that's remarkably silent.

[carter_i_am]

She didn't hear the shout, but she did finally remember that it was Saturday.

Her eyes widened. "How?"

[whitedeathpod]

He shakes his head sadly and then does shadow puppets again.

[carter_i_am]

Sam was really hoping that she was misunderstanding John. "Morse code?"

[whitedeathpod]

He shakes his head. And then does a shadow puppet of a wolf, bird, butterfly and something that might've looked like an angel.

[carter_i_am]

Yeah, she hadn't misunderstood. Sam facepalmed.

[whitedeathpod]

John throws his hands out and mouths, "It could work!"