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

[soldtoarmenians]

{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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[soldtoarmenians]

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.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"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."

[soldtoarmenians]

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*}

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

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?]

[soldtoarmenians]

{ooc: YES!!!!!}

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

[ooc:Good. My work here is done]