Room 406, Friday the 13th (ooooooh) during 4th period

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{Locked to Blair, but ok to overhear}

Xander licked his lips as he finished his...sixth? No, seventh, Twinkie of the morning. And possibly found himself humming, "Just call me Twinkie of the morning, baby....." as he bounced around his room, collecting Twinkie wrappers from his Jeremiah-shaped (but not as interestingly colored) trash can, his desk drawer, his bedside table, the floor behind the mini-fridge¹, and even the one he'd been using as a bookmark in From Outer Space by Jose Chung. (Which was interesting reading, but bitch, plz. Aliens? In New Mexico? Everybody knew those gray things were really Skreelath demons.)

He divided them into two large piles, dumping one of those into an empty Twinkie box, and the other into a plastic shopping bag from the Emporium.

Then he bounced a little more.

It might've been eight Twinkies. Or nine. He'd needed to look like he'd really been collecting wrappers, after all, and he'd grabbed a bunch from Professor Ted's classroom.

Then he made a call to Blair, and waited.

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¹{Which the player did not just extract from her ass; it's what was in the box Xander was carrying in this post; he just never got around to unpacking it before the scene ended.}

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Blair nodded, still enraptured by Xander's obvious experience with twinkies. You could tell Xander had been on the streets for a while, he'd become jaded, hard and way too comfortable with things that would make grown men cringe.

Blair's voice was almost reverant. "No choking. Got ya"

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{ooc- diez and is ded}

He swallowed. "Also, those raspberry-creme filled ones? They tell you they are Twinkies, but they LIE. Evil incarnate. Do not eat."

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Blair cringed. "Raspberry? Ew. No way, man."

Blair's fingers twitched and he looked back down at the drawer. "So...um...Xander...I'm heading down to protest the establishments killing of the gremlins with a sit-in. Do you want to come?"

ooc: which you totally can't because it's already happened but don't you wish you could be socially responsible like me??

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{ooc - Down with the Man, dammit!}

Xander glanced at the clock on his desk. "Not that I wouldn't love to, uh, burn some bras or draft cards or something to help, but I've got class fifth and sixth period. It's probably a little early in the semester to be ditching it."

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Blair waved his hands towards Xander. "No! No way man. You shouldn't skip classes. Education is like, totally the stepping stone for make great waves in society. You should always go to class!" Blair nodded firmly.

He squinted at Xander and whispered, "Are you wearing one right now?"

ooc:Up with people!

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Xander cocked his head quizzically. "Am I wearing one...what, right now?"

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Blair leaned closer and his whisper was much quieter.

"A bra, man!"


[ooc:*dead from icon*]

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"I...bzuh?" Xander's hands did a flailing thing that was either sign-language for 'What the fuck?' or a very bad attempt at the Macarena. "NO! Why would I be wearing a bra?"

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"You said bra-burning, man and I just thought..." Blair blushed bright red and bit his lip, looking down at the floor. "So sorry, man. I didn't mean to emasculate at all. Sorry!"

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"Bra-burning, 'cause it's like a protest thing! Like in that miniseries The Decade That Came Between The Fifties And The Seventies," Xander said, shaking his head. "I don't...um. No. Except for that one time, and that was totally not voluntary."

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Blair sighed, relieved. "Cool, protest thing. I don't know if my mom did that or not, because...you know...I don't talk to you her about.." Blair's voice squeaked. "Bra stuff"

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There was a part of Xander that desperately wanted to ask who Blair did talk to about bra stuff, then, but he figured there was your standard game of Bilk The Freshmen, and there was just plain mean.

"I don't think my mom ever protested anything," Xander said, sliding the Twinkie drawer shut again and reducing the ambient golden light in the room by about 70%. "Except maybe getting Great Grandma Harris' fruit-cake three Christmases in a row in the White Elephant gift exchange. The same fruitcake."

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"Really, man? That's too bad. What did she do instead? I've been protesting everything from grapes to world trade since I was in diapers." Blair bounced. "I know a good recipe for fruitcake! I could totally make you one sometime, if you want!"

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Xander winced. "I'm not really into fruitcake. The third year, she gave up, brought it home with us, and made me and my dad eat it."

He blinked. "You know, I'm not entirely sure what she did. Worked as an office manager for a while when I was little, and now she...plays a lot of cards with women named Mitzi and Sharla."


Makes shit up at will because canon says nothing, man. Nothing.

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"That's cool, man. We all gotta do what makes us happy." Blair bounced and then glanced down. "Speaking of which, I need to be getting over to start my sit-in."

Blair shook the bag of twinkie wrappers happily. "Thanks for this man, it should be really helpful for everybody who comes for the sit-in."

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Xander nodded. "Hope it works - the sit-in, I mean. The wrappers, they totally work. Helps to keep a few extra in your pockets, too - that way you crinkle when you walk, and they stay away in the halls." He reached into his jeans pockets, whch did indeed crinkle when he balled up his hands.


{*sends Blair off, all unknowing of how tragically ineffective it's all going to be, WOE*}

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Blair jams a few wrappers in his pockets and bounces to hear the noise.

"You're a good man, Xander. Thanks!" Blair turned and headed out the door.


[ooc: Do you feel guilty for sending him off to sit there for hours with little twinkie-wrappers-of-mockery stuffed in his clothes while he tries to do good? Well? Do you?]

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{ooc: YES!!!!!}

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[ooc:Good. My work here is done]