Room 406, Tuesday evening

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander sat on the edge of his bed, laptop on his knee. He wasn't typing, or reading really either, though he was scanning up and down a snarky review of the latest Mr. What episode and idly noting where he should be cracking up if he were actually paying attention to it. Which he wasn't. He was mostly just... not taking down posters.

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[Open for visitors after Isabel leaves; just if Willow's here, nobody else is; you either came before or after her.]

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

The nice thing about school being done meant that the books that were usually stacked on her desk were instead tucked away under the desk. Now the puzzle mat is spread over top of the desk and Isabel is once again attempting to figure it out. It's not one of her more successful nights. If she'd managed to place two pieces in the time she'd sat there it was a lot. Finally she looked up and blinked.

"That's an interesting way of packing."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander looked up. "I'm... packing with my mind?" he tried. "I mean, I'm dating a psychic, I live with an alien; I figured I should try to develop my own powers just to keep up."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"You don't eat nearly enough Tabasco," Isabel smiled, although it wasn't particularly happy. "That's the secret to developing alien powers. Forget about all that alien essence stuff. Tabasco is the answer."

[soldtoarmenians]

"I wondered. I mean God knows you can't be eating it for the taste..."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Damn, you mean after all this time I haven' convinced you of the yumminess that is sweet and spicy?" she asked. "My plan has obviously failed." Isabel's using one of Kyle's coping techniques. When all else fails, make alien jokes.

[soldtoarmenians]

"I... like sweet stuff. And spicy stuff. They just have a violent loathing for each other."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"It's such a shame, you would have been a good alien." Pushing her chair back, Isabel got to her feet. "Can I help you with anything?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander glanced around the room. "I don't even know where to start, really."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel sat down next to Xander and leaned towards him. "I know. I showed up with just a suitcase and a small duffle. I can't figure out where I got all that," she said waving at her side of the room. "You've been here twice as long, you must have twice as much stuff."

After Isabel

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow knew Xander was on the fourth floor.

Unfortunately, that was about it.

She stood in the middle of the hallway and tentatively called out, "Xander? Um - Xander Harris?"

Re: After Isabel

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander paused in the act of... well, actually taking down a poster. The Dominatrix movie one on the wall above his bed, to be precise. That was a familiar voice -- that so totally shouldn't be here.

He dropped the poster on his bed and stuck his head out into the hall. "Will? Did your portalkey thing spit you back out into tomorrow instead of Hogwarts?"

Re: After Isabel

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Xander!" Willow ran down the hall and launched herself at him for a hug.

Re: After Isabel

[soldtoarmenians]

"Er.... oof?" Wow, was this familiar. Except, um. "Is your hair longer?" Maybe her portal thing dumped her into Locker 327 for three months and then back out into tomorrow?

Re: After Isabel

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"No, no! Not longer!" Willow said, hastily. She pulled back. "Same length it always was and - hey!"

She thwapped him on the arm. Hard.

"You can't tell a girl that you're gay??"

Re: After Isabel

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander rubbed his arm and gaped at her. "Okay one, OW! Two, doubleyew tee eff? And three, um... Ow. Because I feel that can't be emphasized enough."

Re: After Isabel

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"This is Cordelia's fault, isn't it?" Willow said, shaking her head. "I told you no good would come out of you dating her. I lectured. I wrote poems, Xander! Which, okay, I did not actually give you but do you know how hard it is to create rhyming couplets using the word Cordelia? I had to learn Etruscan!"

Re: After Isabel

[soldtoarmenians]

Okay, right, this was Fandom, but it was also Willow, and he'd just seen her, and possibly the thwack to his arm had shaken his brain up a bit too; it didn't take much. So Xander's dial was still set on WTF where the W stands for What.

So he repeated that, because apparently that needed to be emphasized too. Only he said the words this time, not just the letters.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

After a long and kind of confusing day, Bridge heads up to 406 and knocks on the door.

[soldtoarmenians]

Still blinking, Xander goes to answer it.

Blink.

"Hi."

Blink.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Bridge tilts his head, concerned. "You okay?" He asks, coming in to the room.

[soldtoarmenians]

Blink.

"...possibly." Xander tilts his head the same way, then the other way. "Would you mind kissing me?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Not at all." Bridge says, and does so.

[soldtoarmenians]

Give that his eyes are closed, Xander's not so much blinking at the moment.

When he finaly opens them, he closes them again, slowly, the opens them again and grins. "Totally voluntary. Cool. Thanks."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Okay, not an objection here, but... what brought that on?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander grins a little, well, blinkily. But not the first kind of blinky so it's all good.

"Blinky kind of a day."