Room 121, Sunday evening

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To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
Subject: Newbie Saturation, and E-mail this week

Dear God I *hope* I've reached newbie saturation point.

On Friday morning I met Cedric, who gave me another solution to the me/otherXander naming issue, and Briar who's Cute Xander's roommate, plus talked to Dawn about my workshop (because I'm totally repressing the other thing we accidentally NUNS YAY NUNS) and people I already knew like Callisto and Bel and, duh, Bridge.

And I totally did not hear any conversations about vampires Buffy might have slept with OMG.

And then I stopped by Jamie's room to check to see if he was the J that left a semi-weird note in my room on Thursday, which he was, so...um. Yay? Jamie's room, BTW, is apparently Party Central. Always a good thing to remember.

It was almost a relief to go into town and hit Caritas with Bridge -- even the owner's going-away night was less crowded than the common rooms these days.

Then Other You (who I figured out the weirdness thing with, and it makes sense, don't worry about it) made Willow-cookies on Saturday morning, and everybody there I either knew or at least had met, which gave me some vague hope that that I could finally stop trying to come up with new and amusing ways of introducing myself.

But noooo, because later on Bridge and I ran across Jack, who's not *supposed* to be a newbie, but is, because he disappeared for a while and came back with his memories gone, and Max who brought free popcorn -- smart newbie. Plus Conner and Rory and Jaye who thinks you should totally come here and be 5 years old with me, which sounds pretty good, yeah, and Peter and a gazillion other people I already know, and a few I think I *still* haven't actually met.

ENOUGH PEOPLE OMG!

I guess I'll have to figure out who they all are *soon*, since my first workshop is on Tuesday. Yes, I actually have an idea what it's about. Sort of. Which brings up the e-mail part, because we're all moving out to cabins for the week (and maybe on and off for the summer; I think that's still up in the air) and I know they have power, but not sure about network. So if I'm quiet this week it's only 'cause I'm too lazy to hike I haven't had the chance to sneak back to the dorms to check mail.

love,
Xander


After sending off what felt like a really damn long e-mail to Willow, Xander checked his inbox and found one from Krycek and Jake, at which he grinned and immediately replied.

Then he went back to sitting on the foot of his bed, staring at the couple of bags he'd packed for the cabins, out of boxes that he hadn't even completely unpacked, trying to decide if there was anything else he could or should shove into them before they exploded.
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{The door is open to all like an open to all thing. Yeeah notsomuch now. ;-)}

Comments

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Bridge says, peering around the doorframe.

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Xander looks up and grins. "Hey. What brings a resident of the Cool Floor slumming down on first?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Gee, I dunno. Could be that my boyfriend lives down here. Or... maybe I just wanted to say hi to the fish." Bridge shrugs.

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"Yeah? So how're the fish doing?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Kyle says hi," Bridge says with a nod.

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"Is he the gold one, or... the gold one? I keep getting them mixed up."

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"I'm not sure. Possibly the gold one." Bridge says, actually coming in to the room now.

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"Or that. I keep forgetting that option." Xander shoves aside the bags on his bed, then shrugs and actually moves them to the floor. "Sitting also an option, though the choice of spots is pretty much bed or rolly-chair, still."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, bed has room for more than one person. Chair does not. Therefore, I think the bed's the better choice here."

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Xander nods, sort of. "Isabel and I got used to coordinating stuff so we did have some, but I'm used to sharing by now - the single is actually still kind of...whoa." He shrugs. "It'll be a little weird going from sharing with one person to sharing with five, though."

Then he adds, actually turning to look at Bridge, "Did I know teammate? I knew SPD, but does teammate mean, like, same team as you and Syd and Sky?"

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"Did I not mention that?" Bridge facepalms. "Cruger assigned Z to C-Squad, yeah."

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"Maybe you did, or at least said it where I could hear you? Could be I just didn't put it together at the time because oh my god ten million people in the common rooms." Xander snerks, then looks curious. "Does that mean she has non-wacky superpowers, like the rest of you guys? Or is it just more of your boss not explaining why he does things?"

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"Yeah, she- you know how Jamie does the multiplying thing?" Bridge says. "Same sort of deal. Only, she's not so much with the telling everyone all about it. Because of, you know, stuff," Bridge waves a hand vaguely, "back home."

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"Ahhh, yeah. I get that." Xander nods. "I'll just... add that to my spreadsheet. Not that I have a spreadsheet. Not that I did anything but look in terror at the spreadsheet program when I accidentally opened it and flee in the direction of spider solitaire."

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"Thanks." Bridge says. He's quiet for a moment, and then. "Oh, hey, you started with the..." he nods in the direction of the unassembled bookshelves.

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"The uh?" Xander looks. "Oh, the shelves. Yeah, just staining 'em. Not actually..." Oh look, bedspread.

"Building, per se, and may I take a moment to point out that you made a euphemism about the only field I actually possess any talent whatsoever in, and thus I can't fix anything around here without thinking about sex? Which granted I'm nineteen, but still. Hanging a poster-frame should not turn me on."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Sorry?" Bridge offers innocently. He doesn't actually look terribly sorry.

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Xander tries to look casually interested instead of the bizarrely-balanced mix of extremely interested and vaguely alarmed that he actually is. "How... would that work, exactly? Or even inexactly?"

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Blink, blink, blink.

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Xander rolls his eyes. Only because it's a good cover for flailing, though. "I'm not completely stupid yo. Or... completely incapable of using the internet." Which requires another cough and some more in-depth studying of the bedspread. "I just meant what exactly does 'work on that' actually mean?"

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"Well, uh, you. And me." And then there's possibly hand gestures.

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"...learn the Flamenco?"

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"...I hate you." Bridge scowls and thwaps Xander on the shoulder.

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Xander falls over sideways. Which might be a little overdramatic for the force of the thwap. Then he grins. "No, you don't. You're not the kind of guy who'd learn the flamenco with somebody he hates. Also no, we're not keeping that euphemism, because it's worse than scrapbooking."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"This is true," Bridge notes. "And yes, I think the bookshelf building works much better as far as euphemisms go."