Room 406, afternoon

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Xander, after a long nap in his own bed, emerged from the shower a little more awake, if not less braindead. Certainly cleaner, at least, and a toothbrush and some minty-somethingorother took care of the remains of the funeral party in his mouth, even if the construction was still proceeding loudly in his skull.

He came out of the bathroom in clean clothes to find Isabel had taken off to set up for her game night party, and headed for his desk to see if he couldn't find another handful of Excedrin to file that final cease and desist order for the noisy carpenters.

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{ooc - for Parker; conversation NFB, though the fact that she was there is fair game.}