Room 406, while the radio's broadcasting

Heard faintly through the door by anyone passing by in the hall: "WHO WAS FLIRTING AT THE WATCHER'S COUNCIL? THERE WAS NO FLIRTING! UNLESS IT WAS PIPPI AND VICTOR!"

Heard quite a bit more loudly, since Xander opened the door and stuck his head out to make sure people heard it: "THERE WAS KISSING, YES. OF PARKER!"

Xander's hair? No longer pink. No lipstick, no body-glitter, no mousse. He still has a faint line of doomed fish going up his cheek, however, a maple leaf on his forehead, and a statement about dairy products on his arm. Man, those sharpies are a bitch to scrub off.

Things of Thingness

Things that are almost emo, but that would be ridiculous: In Xander's dresser drawer, there's an envelope hiding underneath his collection of mateless socks. Xander doesn't know what's in it; he walked out of Angel's clinic room with a folded-up note and after twenty seconds standing on the sidewalk outside the clinic, twitching it back and forth in his fingers, resisting the uge to look, he walked straight into the Fandom Post Office, bought a blank envelope, stuffed the note inside, sealed it, and with a borrowed pen, wrote "BUFFY" on the front. Maybe someday he'll open it, once he knows it isn't needed, or maybe he'll just burn the thing. It's a little disturbing how much he really hopes he gets to make that call.

Things that are not emo at all: The 2nd floor common room. Chinese food. Plotting against Ms. Skeeter. Being laughed at by Callistieo. Superpowers. Jaye. Pirates. Ninjas.