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soldtoarmeniansIn his dorm room, head shoved under a pillow, Xander took advantage of his roommate's absence to get the first good night of sleep he'd had since he got to this loony bin of a school. Trying to get up early enough not to encounter Angelus in the mornings was starting to take its toll on him, especially since he hasn't been getting in as much of that good old classroom sleep as he'd hoped to, due to the unexpected complication of his classes actually being interesting.
The free twinkies he'd been scarfing all day had, of course, nothing to do with how hard he crashed into bed the second he'd stumbled into the room and tossed his school-related crap on a chair. So hard, for instance, that the sound of the school loudspeakers going off only filtered into his dreams as the distant, incomprehensible announcement of a bus now leaving the station headed for Zombie City.
In his dream, Xander did not take that bus. Instead, he huddled on a hard plastic bench near the ticket window, trying to avoid the friendly leer of the large penguin in the wrinkled trenchcoat on the next bench over. Instead of looking at it, Xander stared at the vending machine opposite him, which was completely stocked with Twinkies, but only accepted Canadian coins.
His pockets were filled with drachmae.
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{aka, Xander's player got home a hell of a lot later than intended, and laughed hysterically at the thought of trying to insert him into the Friday Night Zombie Jamboree at this point in the action. *awaits morning in both the real and FH worlds...*}
[In the morning...]
The free twinkies he'd been scarfing all day had, of course, nothing to do with how hard he crashed into bed the second he'd stumbled into the room and tossed his school-related crap on a chair. So hard, for instance, that the sound of the school loudspeakers going off only filtered into his dreams as the distant, incomprehensible announcement of a bus now leaving the station headed for Zombie City.
In his dream, Xander did not take that bus. Instead, he huddled on a hard plastic bench near the ticket window, trying to avoid the friendly leer of the large penguin in the wrinkled trenchcoat on the next bench over. Instead of looking at it, Xander stared at the vending machine opposite him, which was completely stocked with Twinkies, but only accepted Canadian coins.
His pockets were filled with drachmae.
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{aka, Xander's player got home a hell of a lot later than intended, and laughed hysterically at the thought of trying to insert him into the Friday Night Zombie Jamboree at this point in the action. *awaits morning in both the real and FH worlds...*}
[In the morning...]
