soldtoarmenians | Room 121, Saturday Morning

Funny how tired you can get just walking back to the dorms to pick up some... stuff that Xander will think of on the spot if anybody asks what he and Bridge are doing here. So tired that clearly you have to crash right where you are because you just don't have the energy to hike aaaaaaaaaall the way back down to the cabins. Woe.

Convenient that 'right where you are' happened to have been Xander's bed, last night? Well, yes, possibly.

Bridge (bridge_carson)	Caught somewhere in the realm between asleep and awake, Bridge shifts slightly and snuggles closer to Xander. It's the weekend, damnit, which means he doesn't have to get out of bed anytime soon.
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	Xander's thoughts are pretty much operating on the same wavelength, insofar as you can refer to warm, soft, nice, yis as 'thoughts.'
Bridge (bridge_carson)	Grinning sleepily, Bridge tilts his head up and presses a kiss to Xander's lips.
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	Which in no way diminishes the general warm, soft, nice, yis-ness of current conditions, or encourages Xander to move anywhere anytime soon.
Bridge (bridge_carson)	Yeah, the only movement Bridge is doing right now? Would be the hand sliding downward.
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	Which upgrades warm, soft, nice, yis to warm, soft, nice, yis PLEASE, and elicits a sleepy shifting of arms and legs and lips into happier places, but still nothing you could really call moving.

Bridge (bridge_carson)	"Okay," Bridge says. Or... tries to say. Because no sound comes out. He goes very, very still and tries to speak again. Nothing. Well. This isn't good.
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	Heeeeeey. There was yis PLEASE, and now the yis PLEASE is.... not so much with the happening. Because of the stillness thing. Not that stillness can't be nice, but not right in the middle... or hopefully more towards the beginning... of ongoing yis PLEASE. Not that Xander's thought-process is anything like that coherent. It's pretty much a whimper crossed with a whine, high in the back of his throat. Except not. Huh - maybe he's dreaming? Sometimes that happens in dreams, and if so, this would be one of the nicer ones he's had, so Xander's not really inclined to open his eyes and end it. Despite the stoppage of certain warm, soft, nice, yis PLEASE activities.
Bridge (bridge_carson)	Bridge nudges Xander on the shoulder. Wake up! he, well, mouths, because his voice is apparently gone.
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	mrrrrmph... Xander tries to complain, but again with the lack of sound. His eyes flicker open, and he blinks fuzzily at Bridge, frowning.
Bridge (bridge_carson)	Something weird happened... Bridge tries to say, noting the lack of sound from Xander. And also the sounds of sheets rustling and other ambient noises. Okay. So it wasn't his hearing that was gone. Just his voice. Both of their voices, apparently.
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	Okay, Bridge's lips are moving, but no sound's coming out. Which... could still be dreaming, but Xander's thinking no, because... well mostly because he's thinking about whether he's dreaming. Hmm. Maybe Bridge is dreaming? Xander pinches him, just to test. Look, it's early and he's half asleep. It makes sense to him. Plus his hand is conveniently located near something pinchable.
Bridge (bridge_carson)	Not dreaming! Bridge tries to say, and sticks his tongue out.
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	Not that Xander's the word's greatest lip-reader, but that's not exactly a complex statement, so he picks it up. Shortly thereafter, he's coherent enough to realize that Bridge's superior lip-reading skills are probably more likely due to the ungloved hand that was previously involved in sadly-abandoned yis PLEASE-ness. Doubleyew tee efffff?, he mouths.
Bridge (bridge_carson)	I don't know! Bridge mouths with a shrug. And thinks that now would be a really, really good time to have abilities that worked both ways.
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	Xander tries making any sort of sound with his mouth, but there's nothing. Even his breathing is silent, so... definitely something weird, not just some kind of random communicable laryngitis. Laryngitis... Something pokes at the back of his brain, at that thought.
Bridge (bridge_carson)	What is it? Bridge frowns, latching on to that last thought.
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	Even if he missed the syllables, the basic question is clear in Bridge's expression. Xander frowns and tries to put it together in his head, but it's probably a little disjointed. It's bits and pieces from months ago, overlaid with the memory of sitting at the Espresso Pump with Buffy and Willow, scratchy Christmas carols playing from somebody's badly-tuned radio just down the sidewalk. Buffy rolling her eyes and pushing a copy of the L.A. Times across the table at him. The headline -- on the back page of the second section, because like they're ever big news in L.A? -- says Flu Shots Silence Town: Sunnydale Under Quarantine.
Bridge (bridge_carson)	Bridge's expression turns from confused-frown to thoughtful-frown as he picks up on Xander's memories. Something like this happened in Sunnydale? Bridge raises an eyebrow.
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	Okay, he totally missed that, aside from 'Sunnydale,' a shape it'd be virtually impossible for him to mistake on anybody's lips after 19 years of living there. Xander shakes his head and, reluctantly, scrambles out of bed, walking over to the desk to grab the whiteboard he'd used the day they'd all started singing, when he'd been trying not to talk. (And snagging a pair of boxers on the way back, thank you, because nekkid is one thing and nekkid when weirdness is going on is something else.) Don't know if it was the same thing he scribbles with the marker after unclipping it. That hit the whole town right before I got back on break. This could just be us.
Bridge (bridge_carson)	Bridge reaches over and takes the marker so that he can write. Should we go check? See if other people have the same problem? Quizzical expression as he slides the board back over to Xander.
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	Xander nods, but also frowns. Sunnydale thing was NOT flu shots. It was monsters. Nasty ones. Think they only came out at night, but maybe going out's not such a hot idea. He jumps back up, walking over to the desk. He's 5 digits into dialing Rory's cellphone before he gently sets the handset back in the cradle and bangs his head, also gently, against the desk. A silent Jeremiah watches him from the tank, but Xander can't tell if it's because this thing is affecting the frog too, or Jeremiah's just too nice to laugh at him.
Bridge (bridge_carson)	... Bridge just stares at Xander. And then shakes his head. What do you wanna do, then? he scrawls on the board.
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	Which Xander totally reads once he's done with the headdesking. He walks back to the bed and writes Maybe I should go back out to the cabins and see what's happening there? You stay here and ~~be safe~~ let me know if anybody else shows up who can't talk. He stops writing and points to Bridge's cell-phone, poking out of the pocket of his uniform jacket where it's hanging over a chair. I'll get my laptop from Flamingo and txt you, let you know what I find out. If it's just Fandom wacky, great, but if it's Big Nasty... He doesn't scribble 'I don't want you where it can get you' but he can't do much to stop himself from thinking it.
Bridge (bridge_carson)	And Bridge is... torn between being grumpy at being told to stay behind, and touched at Xander's concern. So he settles for rolling his eyes before leaning over to give Xander a quick kiss.
Xander (soldtoarmenians)	Xander dresses quickly, and is half-pantsed -- left leg, if anyone cares -- when he suddenly remembers to add If anybody knocks, check first to see if they're evil before you let them in. ...and then if they're evil, don't. He doesn't look down to see the eyeroll, since he knows it's there. He just finishes dressing, grabs the board again, and heads out the door.

[Preplayed with bridge_carson, not open for interaction, but Xander's heading out to flail in other people's posts. NFB due to dorm-sneakiness.]