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."

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?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

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