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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[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."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I know what you mean," Bridge says, running a hand through his hair. "The new people are... interesting."

[soldtoarmenians]

"I mostly met old people. Who are new." Xander resists the urge to blink again. Successfully, yay.

"Or, um. Something. Willow was just here."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I know. I was there, remember?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander shakes his head. "No, Willow was just here. Like, five minutes ago. She showed up, hugged me, punched me then yelled at me for not telling her was gay, which I'm not and jpal crap, I never managed to get that oar in the water before the babble conversation moved on to weirder things."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Huh," Bridge says. "I can see how that could lead to blinky."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Turns out it's not my Willow. Kind of like the Buffy who was here was Buffy but not my Buffy? Which explains Willow's whole 'didn't know about the person she met yesterday' thing."

Xander makes a face which is not quite blinky, but still confused. "I'm not sure anything explains the rhyming couplets about Cordelia in Etruscan thing."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Buh," Bridge says, and blinks.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander raises an eyebrow. "Need some de-blinkifying there?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge nods.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Possibly I can take care of that problem."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"That'd be nice."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander makes a valiant attempt.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"See, I was right. That *was* nice."

[soldtoarmenians]

[Granted, then they got distracted and totally forgot to mention meeting Z and Dawn and all the other confusing new people. As you do. Because blinky-rescue has its side-effects when you're actually dating the person makin the heroic rescue attempt.]

[NOT LIKE THAT, JOHN. NO PARTY FOR YOU.]