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RPS2 16 Ack, guys! I’m sorry for the delay. Been crazy busy. I’m not abandoning the fic, I promise! --------------- By the time late Saturday afternoon rolls around, they’ve managed to finish the entire first series of The X-Files, and Bradley feels like he might go a bit cross-eyed if they watch anything else. So instead, they take a break to have a vegetarian cook-off. Even though Bradley knows he’ll lose – because he’s not even that much of a cook to begin with, never mind having to make meals without meat – he still puts forth a valiant effort. While there’s no impartial judge to decide who won, they both agree that Colin’s vegetable casserole is better than Bradley’s vegetarian lasagne. But Colin still eats two helpings, so Bradley thinks that he must have done something right. They end up destroying Bradley’s kitchen, and it takes nearly two hours to clean everything up, but he hasn’t had this much fun cooking in a long time, so it seems worth the effort. “We should watch Merlin together,” Colin suggests a little while later. He’s sprawled across Bradley’s sofa, one ar***ung over his eyes, the other dangling off the edge of the cushions, and feet hanging over the end of the couch. Just managing to pry himself off the floor, Bradley crawls over to Colin and pokes at his feet. “Yeah, fine, but you need to shove over. I’m not staying on the floor.” With an exaggerated groan, Colin moves just enough for Bradley to squeeze in beside him, and Bradley very pointedly ignores the way Colin’s toes accidentally brush against his thigh. More than once. Turning on the TV, he flips through the channels until he lands on BBC, just in time. Almost unconsciously, Bradley finds himself paying extra attention to any scenes where Arthur interacts with Gwen. He knows he’s probably being silly and just a bit paranoid, but he can’t help but wonder. Especially given the last two weeks’ occurrences. He hasn’t even formulated any sort of concrete theories to coincide with his unidentified suspicions, just feels like a bit of extra vigilance might not be a bad thing. Every time there is an Arthur and Gwen scene, Bradley pays careful attention, trying to see if there is anything off about the scene, or remember if Colin happened to be there. But he doesn’t notice or recall a thing that might be suspicious. Of course, he is also notorious for having a terrible memory, so it might not be the most reliable of indicators. They only half pay attention to the actual episode, talking throughout – sharing stories from set, reminiscing or poking fun at themselves. It’d be the sort of commentary that the producers would scold them for, but the fans would probably love. “Well, that was fun,” Colin says at the conclusion of the episode. “Bloody fantastic,” Bradley retorts, smiling over at him. Something resembling relief settles in his chest with the knowledge that the last two weeks must have just been a coincidence after all. “Hey, do you remember when they were rearranging the set during the filming of one of the corridor scenes, and you tripped and fell backwards because you didn’t realise they’d moved that bench closer?” Colin asks, accidentally toeing Bradley again. “Hey mate, keep your stinky feet to yourself, yeah?” Bradley grumbles good-naturedly, glaring at the offending limbs, and then, “Oh yeah. I landed flat on my arse. That was embarrassing.” “But hilarious. Don’t forget hilarious.” Colin laughs and pulls his knees up to his chest, smiling so brightly that Bradley can’t really find it in him to be annoyed. He reflects on his memory of that incident, chuckling to himself, when suddenly something dawns on him, mid-thought. “Wait, wasn’t that a scene I was filming with Angel?” Colin shrugs. “I dunno, maybe?” “Then why were you there?” He narrows his eyes at the same time that the uncomfortable feeling returns, settling deep within his chest. “No idea, Bradley. But I definitely remember you falling over your arse.” And now that he’s really thinking about it, Bradley definitely remembers that he was filming with Angel, and that Colin was there. Which can only mean that something else is going on here, and Bradley’s not so sure he even wants to find out what it is.

RPS 7 It is the last major scene to film for the day, but unlike Angel, Bradley needs to stick around to finish up a couple of night-time reshoots with Colin. He’s tired just thinking about it, as it’s been an exhausting week of shooting, both physically and mentally. The current Arthur and Gwen scene is run only once before the director, Paul, puts a temporary halt to the shooting. “Take five,” he says, rushing across the room without further explanation. Bradley raises a brow, noticing in that moment that Angel is been carted off somewhere -- probably to make-up or wardrobe or something, even though she seemed fine a moment before -- and shrugs. "We need to make some adjustments to the camera angles," Paul announces, out of the blue a few minutes later, as if everyone on set should be interested in this information, though he supposes probably most of them are. He is about to go find something to drink, since this issue apparently isn’t about to be resolved in the next thirty seconds when he is stopped by someone yelling at him. "Stay in place, Bradley. We're making some changes to the camera angle and lighting, and we need you to hold your spot while we do that." So he does as he's told. Several boring minutes later, and Paul is grumbling at several people simultaneously about something that Bradley doesn’t particularly care all that much about. It’s at this time that Bradley notices Colin making his way onto the set, presumably finished with his own individual scenes for the day. He is about to call out to him, but apparently isn’t quick enough. "Colin!" Paul gestures him over from the side of the room. "I need you to step in for Angel for a second." They share a bemused look, but Colin is ever the consummate professional, and he merely shrugs and makes his way over to Bradley, completely un-phased. Someone wrangles them into the proper positions and gives them firm instructions to stay put. "Not that I'm complaining or anything," Bradley says, loudly, to no one in particular, "but isn't there a bit of a height difference between Angel and Colin? If you're trying to adjust the cameras and all that, I mean." Nothing but silence meets his protest, and Colin, who seems to find this terribly amusing, snickers. "I think I could probably pass as Angel, yeah?" Bradley scratches his chin with mock thoughtfulness. "Well, you're not quite as pretty–" His words are cut short by a shove to the shoulder. "Ow! No rough-housing, Morgan. Sometimes the truth hurts." “Or you’re just a big baby,” Colin points out ever so helpfully, mischievous glint in his eyes. Their argument is promptly interrupted by the director again. “Can you guys run the scene please?” Colin blinks. Bradley snorts incredulously, turning to stare at Paul. “You do realise that Colin isn’t actually in this scene, right?” “Yes. But do it anyway. We’re pressed for time.” He waves a dismissive hand at them. “Bradley, just say your lines, and Colin, ad-lib.” And that is that, apparently. Paul moves with lightning speed back to the other side of the room and in less than a minute, he seems ready to begin. Colin leans in close. “Should I be holding your hands?” he whispers teasingly. “You wish,” Bradley says with a grin, poking him in the ribs for good measure. But then he remembers himself and takes a moment to get into the correct frame of mind, even if it is just a run through with the wrong person. “Okay, take this seriously and we’ll get the test done in one shot,” Paul calls out. “And… action!” “This isn’t really necessary, Gwen,” Bradley says, mentally trying to superimpose Angel’s face onto Colin’s, with little success. “I’m quite certain it is,” Colin replies. “I don’t need anyone to look after me.” “Yeah, no one except Merlin, that is.” Colin’s lips pull up into a tiny grin, and Bradley has to fight to keep from laughing. By the time they finish the lines, Bradley is so absorbed in what he’s doing that he is almost surprised when he hears, “Cut! That was perfect, thanks.” Funny how he'd forgotten about that, Bradley muses. So they’d recorded this little practice scene and it somehow ended up accidentally airing. But the only questions Bradley now has are ‘how’, and ‘why’?

【江湖救急】请问苏州有气枪射击场吗？江湖救急　在线等。。。如果是气枪射击俱乐部之类的就最好了

江湖救急！问个路！！在线等～想从竹辉路或者南园南路去工业园区联丰广场请问有哪位知道怎么坐车的吗？谢谢．．．

★02月07日★【求助】亲们来推荐几个好用的代理服务器吧！吧里的亲们常用的是国内的还是国外的呢？以前用的好几个现在下载都不大好用了说～～麻烦大家推荐几个稳定点的，谢谢啦！！

【求MO】小光的黒い朝．白い夜视频以前在少俱上唱过的，有没有哪位好心的亲能提供？

第十集的MO下载怎么还没出来~

提问~杜少卿在儒林里出现过几次? 各位高手告诉我下可以么?