Room 121, Sunday morning. ...If you squint.

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To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.co.uk
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
Subject: re: Stuff

Okay, just to reiterate ONE more time, WTF? Since I dumped Jeremiah off with Isabel, let everybody know we were leaving and actually left, I figure there's maybe a shot that you'll answer me now. You couldn't have given me a little more notice than a day?

And by the way, that portal spell thing? You have got to find one that doesn't go haywire when some extra mass gets dragged along. We ended up stuck in Sunnydale for two days -- you don't wanna know where we slept -- and coming back covered in demon goo. Took two showers before we stopped smelling like bananas. Or three if you count the other Xander's shower, assuming he only took one. I dunno, haven't smelled him today, due to the not actually leaving bed, yay for laptops the room yet. Yes, I know it's after lunchtime; shut up. It's been a long, slimy weekend and I had to fill in a lot of little circles and my pencil lead broke. There was trauma, okay?

Yes, I took extra pencils.

love,
Xander


Xander put his laptop aside, and considered the question of whether he was awake enough to hunt down Bridge and get some breakfastlunchdinner. It was, after all, a lot of effort... Still, food could be good. He turned his head and poked the shoulder next to him. "Hey. Wake up."

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"Mpphwha?" Bridge blinks sleepily up at Xander.

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"Food," Xander answers succinctly. Yay, SAT words.

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"Where?"

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Okay, clearly he hasn't completely thought this out, since there isn't food ready or anything. "Kitchen?"

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"...this is going to involve moving, isn't it?" Bridge asks.

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"Well, I guess it could involve me trying to make eggs and bringing 'em over here? But you do better toast."

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"Point," Bridge acknowledges.

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"I've got radio for the weekend cued up on the laptop," Xander says as he gets out of bed. ...yes, there are boxers. ...yes, they have cartoon chickens on them. "Figured we could catch up on what we missed."

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Bridge refrains from commenting on the chickens. Mostly because he's pretty sure that on the scale of things, cartoon chickens are probably *cooler* (both literally and figureatively) than pyjamas with mittens on them. "Reminds me, I totally owe Anders for covering Thursday for me. Well, and Conner too, I guess, but it was Anders' birthday," he adds, starting up the recording of Thursday's broadcast before following Xander to the kitchen-y part of the room.

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"It was? Damn, I didn't mean to make you miss that." Xander ducks back out of the kitchen and shortly thereafter, there are pants, because on reflection, frying eggs + boxers /= OTP. "I lost track of the birthdays around here, I guess; seems like we haven't had one of those crazy common room birthday parties ina while."

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"Well, there was this whole thing with converting Caprican calendars to Earth ones, so up until a coupla weeks ago, all I knew was that his birthday was *sometime* in June," Bridge shrugs. He tilts his head. "Not that I'm not appreciative of the view? But you might wanna..." Bridge grabs a cooking apron and slings it over Xander's head.

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Xander, caught in the act of reaching for a frying pan, glances down at the apron, which says 'Kiss the Kook' on it. "Ah, yes. My nipples thank you."

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Bridge smirks. "The apron is telling me to kiss you," he points out.

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"And we should always listen to clothing when it talks to us," Xander says seriously. "Unless it belonged to an axe-murderer. Which this apron didn't."

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"Okay," Bridge says agreeably. And does as told.

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Somehow by the time Bridge stops obeying the apron, there's still no eggs in the frying pan, but Anders' voice has suddenly morphed into Veronica's on the report coming from the laptop speakers, talking about people jumping off the roof. "I swear Nadia keeps trying to give me a run for my money in the easily-breakable olympics," Xander says, frowning as he turns towards the stove.

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"I think Hat-Girl did something like that a while back," Bridge says thoughtfully, as Veronica continues to report on the afternoon events. "Of course, Anakin was there to do his floaty... thing," he waves vaguely with one hand and puts a couple of slices of bread in the toaster with the other.

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"Also Molly not so much with the easily breakable even when she does hit the ground," Xander points out, reaching into the mini-fridge for a wee half-carton of eggs. "Her I don't wor-- Callynanders what?"

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And the toast that Bridge grabbed just as it popped up does not actually make it to a plate.

Instead, it's now on the floor, and Bridge is just staring at the laptop, somewhat accusingly.

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The eggs do make it to the weetiny countertop, but it's a touch-and-go proposition. Xander stalks over to the bed and leans over the laptop to hit reverse on the file. "She did not just say that."

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"She *did* just say that," Bridge says as it plays again.

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"...the Hell?" Xander's a man of much eloquence, clearly.

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Bridge's frown turns into a full-on scowl as something clicks in his head beyond the constant stream of "WTF".

"On the day after his *birthday*?" He says. "That's just... I'm gonna have to second the 'the Hell?'"

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"But Callynanders are like... gravity. Or..." Xander flails. "Water being wet."

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"Maybe we accidentally ended up in backwards world? Where everything is *nuts*?" Bridge suggests.

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"Nadia's still jumping off roofs," Xander points out. "Which... is nuts, but not backwards."

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"Yeah, okay, I got nuthin' then," Bridge says with a confused shrug.

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"This is disturbing," Xander says, walking back to reclaim the eggs and dump them into a frying pan. "And, um, obviously crappy for them," he adds, finally focusing on something besides how this development affected his view of the universe.