Flamingo A-4, latish Monday evening

[soldtoarmenians]

Crazy week? Doesn't even begin to cover it. There'd been running into Conner, Anders, and Z, which had lead to a trip to Caritas on Wednesday, then trying to convince Bridge he needed to OMG specify when complaining about teachers who made him take his shirt off in class on Thursday, then a picnic and later sneaking off from the Seahorse campfire on Friday. Then Saturday he'd been having a very nice wake-up call until they realized somebody'd stolen their voices, leading to much worried checking on people, being trapped in the dorms for the night and eventually a crazy-late chat-room experience -- followed by another night locked in the dorms on Sunday. Not that locked in the dorms was bad, per se, but everybody locked in the dorms and going stir-crazy from worry was an experience Xander could live without repeating.

So it really isn't too surprising that it's taken until now, when they're safe again, have their voices back and are back in the cabins, for Xander to get around to remembering that last week, he'd promised to um. Do something. For um. Somebody.

Which leaves him sitting in his alcove in Flamingo cabin with the curtain shut and headphones on, staring at his laptop. As you do when you're doing that particular something. In a cabin.

[For Bridge, for the moment. Possibly for later appearance by certain other peoples]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You said you were gonna send Anders some, uh, helpful links," Bridge says. "Which means you must've thought about it, if you're also thinking it'd be something he'd wanna know about," he points out.

[soldtoarmenians]

"What is up with this 'listening to stuff I say' jazz?" Xander says grumpily. "Not cool."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I dunno about not cool," Bridge peers at the screen. "I mean, that seems like it could be... something."

[soldtoarmenians]

"It...possibly something, yes," Xander admits. Tilting his head.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge mirrors the headtilting. And... is a little too distracted by what's occuring on the screen to notice that the volume has been steadily increasing.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander points at the screen, about to say something. He just doesn't know what, though, except it has something do do with the unusual level of apparently-real enthusiasm being shown...and heard..onscreen, so he's sort of left there with his mouth hanging open.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Which was when Callisto pushed the curtain open, rubbing at her eyes. "Guys, I don't mind you doing stuff like that in there, but some of us haven't slept in days, so could you keep it down a little?"

[soldtoarmenians]

This time he really does fall off the bed.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Uh. Hi Cal." Bridge says sheepishly.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Hey Bridge," Callisto replied before actually looking at them. "Oh, you're not..."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Doing!" Xander scrambles up off he floor and stands upright. "Not doing. There is no doing of stuff."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto crossed her arms and leant against the door. "For people who weren't, you sure sounded like it."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"That wasn't, um. Us."

[soldtoarmenians]

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