Monday evening, late, Flamingo A4
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soldtoarmeniansWhen Xander finally wandered home from the campfire outside Snake Cabin, he found an envelope on his bed, attached to a small cardboard box. That was... not entirely usual, but not nearly as bizarre as the small brown owl sitting next to Jeremiah's tank, looking quizzically through the plastic at the frog, who stared just as quizzically back.
"Um. Hi?" Because for all he knew it was one of his cabinmates, who'd decided to disturb the wrong bird's nest today or something.
The owl actually rolled its eyes at him, then fluttered down to land next to the letter. Xander took the hint and opened it, flipping on the small light above his bed as he sat down to read.
Dear Xander,
Yes, I got your letter! Don't ask me how, and I won't ask you what's up with the weirdo postal system on that island of yours; I know it's in Virginia, but your letter came through postmarked from both Cleveland and Zimbabwe.
The owl's not mine, by the way; she belongs to the school, but she's bribable. Give her a chocolate-covered locust (attached, hopefully; the rest are for Jeremiah) and she'll be your friend for life, or at least as long as it takes to get any reply back to me.
That said,
1. I make the best PBJ-wiches, including any other me's who might exist anywhere else. I also make the cutest hi's in hearts. Say it immediately or feel my wrath. Be wary of rousing a Willow's wrath.
2. Parker says I should ask you about furry toaster ovens. I can't believe I'm saying this, but please tell me that's a euphemism? Just don't tell me what for.
3. Yep! I totally realized that about summer vacation. That's why I'm sitting back, relaxing, and only taking three magical placement tests this month. I was going to do five, but someone convinced me that this was less 'dedicated and charmingly eccentric' than 'completely mad and likely to make me burn out at a young age and if that's coming from her of all people perhaps I should listen.'
4. Speaking of placement tests, I poke you about the one that starts with an S and ends with a T and is a past-tense verb related to physical position. This is me poking you. Say ow now.
5. I'm so glad your class is going well! It'll look great on your college applications. Say ow again.
6. Hi, Jeremiah. Please accept this bribe of chocolate covered locusts (minus one for the owl) from your auntie Willow, and don't eat your daddy's face in his sleep, okay?
7. KIDDING.
Love,
Willow
P.S. Say #1 now. I mean it! &hearts Hi!
___
Xander looked appraisingly at the owl for a moment. It looked... hungrily back at him, like possibly he should be pulling out one locust for Jeremiah and bribing the owl not to eat his face with the rest of the box. Which encouraged him to open up a notebook and start writing, since he really didn't think he could sleep with that thing hanging around waiting for an answer. That beak looked sharp.
Dear Willow:
1. You make the best PBJ-wiches, including any other you's who might exist anywhere else. You also make the cutest hi's in hearts.
2. That said, you do realize how ...charmingly eccentric it is to be competing with yourself for the position of Best Willow ever?
3. Bridge, however, makes the best goofy monster face around. Don't tell him I said so, though; he thinks it's scary and he's a damn good shot with a marshmallow.
4. That's a euphemism.
5. The toaster-oven, not the monster face. Or the marshmallow.
6. Summer is for sleeping in, Will. Please tell me you at least move the computer off your bed before your head hits the pillow?
7. I bought some mascots for our cabin, since we're the flamingos. Their names are Cyril and Floyd; Callisto named one and Veronica named the other. Nobody seems to have a problem with them so far; Anakin only wanted to make sure he didn't have to do ballet poses to live in our cabin. Yeah, he's...not from around here.
8. The men of Stickbug Cabin are very, very stupid. But they have style. And pretty cool hair.
9. Buffy came by to put up signs for cheerleading tryouts. That continues to be... really, really weird. She looks just like whenI first totally fell head over wheels for her which hi brainbreaky much except wow were we ever that young? we first met her.
10. I don't eat cat, but even if I did, I'd make an exception for Alanna's cat, Faithful. Again, never tell; he'd never let me live it down.
11. I got to talk monster-hunting with Cute Sam, which weirds me out only because there's a Buffy here and I'm comparing vampires and zombies with a complete stranger? Except I guess he's not a complete stranger now. Yes, he's a guy; no, I didn't give him the name.
12. I'm better at making s'mores than I am hot dogs; I should stick with those.
13. I keep forgetting it's not nice to traumatize the newbies with tales of things like wee-tiny weddings right off. They should be allowed to have their own weird-ass Fandom experiences before we throw the psychedelic hit parade at them.
14. Ow. Have I mentioned you are a much-loved pain in the place on which you do the past-tense verb thingy?
15. Ow. Also I dunno; you think UC Sunnydale will be impressed by my experience in teaching effective minioning?
16. Isabel suggested I drag Bridge out for a day at the beach, and I probably will sooner or later, but thanks to certain people there were glitter issues, and, well... the beach is really nice at night too. No, not like that. Okay, a little like that but totally network-tv rated.
17. Chocolate muffins are....healthier than s'mores, right? Lie if you have to.
17. Be nice to Parker; she's having a weird week.
18. So if I don't apply to UCSD and instead whore myself out to a PG-13-rated boykissy porn site, would you still love me? ...My brain is a strange place to live, but it's the only one I've got.
19. OW!
20. Mine has more numbers than yours.
love,
Xander
P.S. I repeat #1. And #2.
__
He folded up the piece of notebook paper, slid it into an envelope, then opened the box and offered a chocolate-coated lump that he tried as usual not to notice was grasshopper-shaped to the owl. It swallowed the morsel whole, but did impress him by not nipping at his fingers. Then it picked up the envelope in its beak and flew over the top of his curtain, landing on the post above the closed door.
Moments later, after Xander had opened the door, the owl was fluttering away into the woods, and Jeremiah was croaking plaintively in a way that made Xander suspect he now knew the Frog for either 'locust' or 'omgwtf was that thing?'
"Keep it down; you'll wake the neighbors. Here, have a bug; your aunt Willow says she loves you."
__
{leeeeeenkdrop omg}
"Um. Hi?" Because for all he knew it was one of his cabinmates, who'd decided to disturb the wrong bird's nest today or something.
The owl actually rolled its eyes at him, then fluttered down to land next to the letter. Xander took the hint and opened it, flipping on the small light above his bed as he sat down to read.
Dear Xander,
Yes, I got your letter! Don't ask me how, and I won't ask you what's up with the weirdo postal system on that island of yours; I know it's in Virginia, but your letter came through postmarked from both Cleveland and Zimbabwe.
The owl's not mine, by the way; she belongs to the school, but she's bribable. Give her a chocolate-covered locust (attached, hopefully; the rest are for Jeremiah) and she'll be your friend for life, or at least as long as it takes to get any reply back to me.
That said,
1. I make the best PBJ-wiches, including any other me's who might exist anywhere else. I also make the cutest hi's in hearts. Say it immediately or feel my wrath. Be wary of rousing a Willow's wrath.
2. Parker says I should ask you about furry toaster ovens. I can't believe I'm saying this, but please tell me that's a euphemism? Just don't tell me what for.
3. Yep! I totally realized that about summer vacation. That's why I'm sitting back, relaxing, and only taking three magical placement tests this month. I was going to do five, but someone convinced me that this was less 'dedicated and charmingly eccentric' than 'completely mad and likely to make me burn out at a young age and if that's coming from her of all people perhaps I should listen.'
4. Speaking of placement tests, I poke you about the one that starts with an S and ends with a T and is a past-tense verb related to physical position. This is me poking you. Say ow now.
5. I'm so glad your class is going well! It'll look great on your college applications. Say ow again.
6. Hi, Jeremiah. Please accept this bribe of chocolate covered locusts (minus one for the owl) from your auntie Willow, and don't eat your daddy's face in his sleep, okay?
7. KIDDING.
Love,
Willow
P.S. Say #1 now. I mean it! &hearts Hi!
___
Xander looked appraisingly at the owl for a moment. It looked... hungrily back at him, like possibly he should be pulling out one locust for Jeremiah and bribing the owl not to eat his face with the rest of the box. Which encouraged him to open up a notebook and start writing, since he really didn't think he could sleep with that thing hanging around waiting for an answer. That beak looked sharp.
Dear Willow:
1. You make the best PBJ-wiches, including any other you's who might exist anywhere else. You also make the cutest hi's in hearts.
2. That said, you do realize how ...charmingly eccentric it is to be competing with yourself for the position of Best Willow ever?
3. Bridge, however, makes the best goofy monster face around. Don't tell him I said so, though; he thinks it's scary and he's a damn good shot with a marshmallow.
4. That's a euphemism.
5. The toaster-oven, not the monster face. Or the marshmallow.
6. Summer is for sleeping in, Will. Please tell me you at least move the computer off your bed before your head hits the pillow?
7. I bought some mascots for our cabin, since we're the flamingos. Their names are Cyril and Floyd; Callisto named one and Veronica named the other. Nobody seems to have a problem with them so far; Anakin only wanted to make sure he didn't have to do ballet poses to live in our cabin. Yeah, he's...not from around here.
8. The men of Stickbug Cabin are very, very stupid. But they have style. And pretty cool hair.
9. Buffy came by to put up signs for cheerleading tryouts. That continues to be... really, really weird. She looks just like when
10. I don't eat cat, but even if I did, I'd make an exception for Alanna's cat, Faithful. Again, never tell; he'd never let me live it down.
11. I got to talk monster-hunting with Cute Sam, which weirds me out only because there's a Buffy here and I'm comparing vampires and zombies with a complete stranger? Except I guess he's not a complete stranger now. Yes, he's a guy; no, I didn't give him the name.
12. I'm better at making s'mores than I am hot dogs; I should stick with those.
13. I keep forgetting it's not nice to traumatize the newbies with tales of things like wee-tiny weddings right off. They should be allowed to have their own weird-ass Fandom experiences before we throw the psychedelic hit parade at them.
14. Ow. Have I mentioned you are a much-loved pain in the place on which you do the past-tense verb thingy?
15. Ow. Also I dunno; you think UC Sunnydale will be impressed by my experience in teaching effective minioning?
16. Isabel suggested I drag Bridge out for a day at the beach, and I probably will sooner or later, but thanks to certain people there were glitter issues, and, well... the beach is really nice at night too. No, not like that. Okay, a little like that but totally network-tv rated.
17. Chocolate muffins are....healthier than s'mores, right? Lie if you have to.
17. Be nice to Parker; she's having a weird week.
18. So if I don't apply to UCSD and instead whore myself out to a PG-13-rated boykissy porn site, would you still love me? ...My brain is a strange place to live, but it's the only one I've got.
19. OW!
20. Mine has more numbers than yours.
love,
Xander
P.S. I repeat #1. And #2.
__
He folded up the piece of notebook paper, slid it into an envelope, then opened the box and offered a chocolate-coated lump that he tried as usual not to notice was grasshopper-shaped to the owl. It swallowed the morsel whole, but did impress him by not nipping at his fingers. Then it picked up the envelope in its beak and flew over the top of his curtain, landing on the post above the closed door.
Moments later, after Xander had opened the door, the owl was fluttering away into the woods, and Jeremiah was croaking plaintively in a way that made Xander suspect he now knew the Frog for either 'locust' or 'omgwtf was that thing?'
"Keep it down; you'll wake the neighbors. Here, have a bug; your aunt Willow says she loves you."
__
{leeeeeenkdrop omg}
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