2nd Floor Common Room [Friday Evening]

[bridge_carson]

Bridge is in the Common Room, standing on his head and trying to read from a textbook.

The TV is on, providing appropriate background noise.

ETA:Now with King Arthur playing on the TV!

[ooc: open for all!]

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[cantgetnorelief]

"Bridge dude!" Anders bounces in with his nightly delivery of cupcakes and sets them down on the table with a flourish. "Sugary goodness ahoy!"

He proceeds to stand on his head across from Bridge. "Whatcha readin'?"

[cantgetnorelief]

"So he's like, from your past? Weird." Anders wobbles on his hands and kicks down out of the handstand before it turns into an inglorious pratfall. "I don't know if I could handle, like, meeting someone from a different place in my own timeline, but in a completely different dimension or something."

[bridge_carson]

Bridge shrugs. "Eh, it's not so weird- s'happened kind of a lot in my reality, the time-travel thing. Know what I find weird? No spaceships. What's with that? How do people get to other planets?"

[cantgetnorelief]

"Time travel's a totally new thing for me, but yeah, the spaceships thing is just weird." Anders nods. "I'm still having trouble with the whole idea of different dimensions."

[bridge_carson]

"You don't have a problem with dead people coming back to life, but alternate dimensions weird you out?" Bridge giggles.

[chasingangela]

Angela grins at Anders. "Hey, are those cupcakes for everyone, or are they, like, special Callynandersnbridge only baked goods?"

[auroryborealis]

Rory stared.

"No, no, no do not include Bridgey in their smushy name!" she flailed.

[cantgetnorelief]

"Rory?" Anders looks at her very strangely. "There is no smushing going on with Bridge, okay?"

He grins evilly. "Now, me and Cally, on the other hand."

[auroryborealis]

Rory flailed. "I already heard all about it from Cally today and I may explode if you go into further detail, oh-em-gee!"

[chasingangela]

"Yes, yes, we all know you guys do plenty of healthy and creative, um, smushing," Angela says, feeling her ears turn red. She's thinking "privacy" as a concept is a little different in the Colonies. "I apologize that I implied wee Bridgey was involved."

[cantgetnorelief]

Anders actually feels bad that Angela had to hear that. It's fun to poke at Rory, but, well . . . he's turning a little bit red himself. "Naw, 's okay, Chase," he says, offering her a sheepish grin. "And the cupcakes are a free-for-all. Just me doin' my part to boost morale, or something like that."

[chasingangela]

Angela selects a cupcake with rather bright pink icing. "It works. Like, I'm already feeling way better about my five thousand classes. Or, you know, five."

"Why does your morale need boosting?"

[cantgetnorelief]

"Aw, my morale's pretty good. Doesn't need boosting that I can think of." Anders shrugs and picks out a chocolate-iced chocolate cupcake. "But cupcakes always cheer people up, and it's something I can do, so hey."

He grins and licks a swath of icing off the top of the cupcake, smearing his nose all over with chocolate in his enthusiasm.

[chasingangela]

Angela grins at choclatey-nosed Anders. "Um, you might want a napkin ..." she says politely.

"Who taught you to cook? These are really good."

[cantgetnorelief]

"Me? Cook?" Anders laughs. "No way, I get 'em in town. You don't want me cooking, trust me."

He remains completely oblivious to the chocolatey-nose issue.

[chasingangela]

"Oh, at that God of Biscuits place? I still haven't been in. Haven't been to town since the semester started, which is weird for me."

Angela wipes at her own nose with two fingers, hoping Anders will get the hint.