soldtoarmenians: (s6-2)
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net

Dear Bridge: )
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The Magic Box, evening

Xander found the Closed sign already up but the door unlocked, neither of which was unusual; what was a little off were the half-dimmed lights and the fact that there was nobody out front. It was Willow's night on the register; he'd have expected her to be tallying up the receipts or at least putting books away while a couple of brooms did a slightly unnerving re-enactment of the Magician's Assistant cartoon.

Anybody home? )
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[OOC: Cliffhanger whaa? *looks innocent* Third preplayed verse, same as the first. But not the First. That's next season. Tara courtesy, again, [livejournal.com profile] mparker17.]
soldtoarmenians: (tv)
October 27th, 2001, late
October 28th, 2001, early
Many, Many Beers Later

*** )

[ N so much with the WS. Faith courtesy [livejournal.com profile] mparker17. Faith icon courtesy faithsolace.com. Lather, rinse, repeat previous note.]
soldtoarmenians: (s6-2)
People didn't really patrol with Faith, they'd quickly found out. At least people who weren't Buffy; Xander had remembered them working as a team. For a while. With the Scoobies, though, it was more like, "Do what you're good at, stay out of my way, and I'll try not to hit you in the crossfire."

Which they were usually more than happy to oblige her on; Xander hadn't been exaggerating about her warm welcome in Sunnydale, though maybe you could stretch 'Good Cop' to include Larry, who was baggage-free but smart enough to listen to her for his own self-preservation. Willow and Dawn barely spoke to Faith except when necessary, Giles and Tara at least tried to be polite, Spike...was Spike.

There was always someone out there near her, though. 'Backup' was the word they all used, but 'parole officer' was what Faith said when she rolled her eyes at him for looking sheepish about it. "Hey, you people want to make sure I don't decide evil has a better retirement plan, I can't exactly blame you." Saying he really wasn't all that worried about that anymore got Xander another eyeroll, so he just kept his mouth as shut as he was genetically able to, aka hahahaha yeahright, and ducked when she said duck. It wasn't perfect, but it worked.

Usually they walked straight back to the apartment after, or drove if he'd left the car at the Magic Box. Tonight, though, maybe because it'd been an especially long day at the construction site, or maybe it was that accounting book on his desk that Xander really didn't feel like banging his head against, he glanced down the street towards the little bar on the corner and said, "Beer?"

And here they were. )

[Cut for longness omg. Preplayed with endless thanks to my Faith-megazord, [livejournal.com profile] bridge_carson and [livejournal.com profile] mparker17. No interaction possible, obviously, but OOC is quite welcome.]
soldtoarmenians: (s6-2)
Sometimes Faith would slip out of the magic shop through the back door; sometimes Spike would. Seldom together, though Xander was pretty sure they left for the same reason. Just a guess; he’d never followed either of them, til tonight )
soldtoarmenians: (s6-2)
From: xharris@ucsd.edu
Dear Bridge, Parker, and Isabel: )
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[OOC: Preplayed with people currently living on Xander's couch.]
soldtoarmenians: (s6-2)
...Bounced e-mail to Fandom:

    ...We're holding our own, but I don't know how much longer before they figure out that we're *just* holding our own, and throw something bigger than we can handle at us.

    Which is why we're about to do something really stupid, yay, which I'm feeling kind of don't-jinxy about so I'll tell you after if it turns out to be not the biggest mistake we ever made. Wish us luck? Or possibly brains...


*** )
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[OOC: For the return of a certain Slayer, yes. Pre-played with [livejournal.com profile] bridge_carson, the present-tense half of the Faith megazord.]
soldtoarmenians: (sleepy)
Or possibly it's the 10th, and very very early. Xander's not awake, so he can't see the clock.

What he can see )

From: purplefrog@yahoo.com

Dear Dawn: )
Dear Dawn: )
Dear Dawn: )
Dear Dawn: )
Dear Dawn: )
Dear Bridge: )

[ooc: Cut for canonical badness as well as length. And emo of the non-moo variety.]
soldtoarmenians: (phone)


The timing was stupid, sitting there in a corner with people pacing and things beeping off down the hall, but it was New Year's Eve, and it wasn't like Xander had anything else he could be doing right now. Buffy and Tara were sitting together pretending to study lit, Willow had taken Dawn on a snack-search adventure, Giles was standing by the window staring out into the darkened parking lot. Spike...was out in the darkened parking lot somewhere; Xander'd seen him leaning against a wall and smoking, a pile of stamped-out cigarette-butts on the sidewalk, when he'd gone out for some air himself.

And Xander had said he would. So he opened his phone and punched in the number that Willow had found for him, once she had a name, a date, and a city, then hit Send and listened to it ring.

soldtoarmenians: (s5)
From: xharris@ucsd.edu

    Dear Bridge, Parker, Isabel, Willow, and Dawn: )
    Dear Bridge: )
    Dear Bridge: )

    To: bridge.carson, callisto, m.parker, isabel.evans, willow.rosenberg, dawn.summers, alanna.trebond, aeryn.sun, samuel.anders, rory.gilmore, john.crichton, d'anna.biers, angela.chase, martin.blank, veruca.cally, samantha.carter, nadia.santos, alex.krycek, jake.gavin, peter.pevensie, peter.parker, skankzero.hopelesssavage, jenny.calendar, jaye.tyler /// @fandomhigh.net, veronica.mars@hearst.edu

    Dear, uh, everybody )

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