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

[soldtoarmenians]

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."

Comments

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

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

[soldtoarmenians]

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

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

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

[soldtoarmenians]

"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.