multiplez: (headphones on)
multiplez ([personal profile] multiplez) wrote2008-06-14 10:31 pm

Room 317, Saturday Evening

The door to 317 stood open. Inside, its lone occupant was flipping through magazines and trying, as per usual these days, to ignore the empty side of the room.

It was lonely without Luke and Artoo. Z would be glad to be distracted.

((Open!))

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Strangely enough, a boy and his robot are here and poking their heads into Z's room. Of course, they are not the boy and robot she's missing at this particular time, but they're here all the same. The boy is even carrying a brightly-wrapped package with him.

"Hey, you,"

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, um. Stuff," Bridge says, trying for casual and kind of failing. "But first! Present. Which took forever to get here. I'm blaming the fact that the island keeps moving." He walks over to Z, RIC trotting along behind him, and hands her the package (http://www.angelsonwheelz.com/servlet/Detail?no=58)

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
Bridge grins and gives her a thumbs up.

RIC just meows at her.

"I think a meow is a positive review," Bridge interprets. Or tries to, anyway.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I think he likes it that way," Bridge confides.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Technically he's not mine, he's SPD's," Bridge points out. "Of course, there's a *reason* they didn't kick up much of a fuss when they found out he was here with me..."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, he is supposed to help out the entire team, of which you are a part..." Bridge replies.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
"More than I do these days," Bridge admits, one hand going up to touch the ring on the chain around his neck for approximately the eleven-billionth time that day.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, no, we didn't break up so much as go in the opposite direction in the sense that involves the giving of rings and the changing of names," Bridge babbles.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah?" Bridge says. "I mean, I know it's soon, really soon, what with the fact that I only just graduated high school last month and all. But I *want* this, and he does too, or he wouldn't have *asked*, and just... yeah."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, we haven't even done the date-setting thing yet, he just asked yesterday, and you're the first person I've told... it might not even happen til after we're back in Newtech City, I don't know," Bridge shrugs.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not going to be a *bride*!" Bridge protests. "And I'm not sure. All I know is, I'm going to bring it up at a time when my mom isn't around any kitchen utensils."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Well I'm pretty sure she wouldn't on *purpose*," Bridge says, frowning.