Room 121, afternoon

[soldtoarmenians]

A beep distracted Xander from the project he was working on, and he set it aside for a moment, going to the desk and opening his e-mail window.

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
From: wrosenberg@ucsd.edu
Subject: Hi!

OMG we met Dracula!

...and then Buffy staked him. As she does. But still, Dracula!

...and then Spike bitched because she didn't wait for Spike to shake him down for the vast sums of money he apparently owed Spike before she staked him. As he does.

...I just said 'OMG.' I feel dirty. As I...don't usually. But OMG, *Dracula*.

So what've *you* been doing all week?

love, Willow

P.S. Your UC Sunnydale address should be working now; I attached instructions on how to log in, but I'm not sure if you can do it from Fandom. Still, if you want to give it out to people, it's xharris@ucsd.edu.


Xander blinked and typed up a reply:

To: wrosenberg@ucsd.edu
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
Subject: re: Hi!

What'd I do this week? Talked to people, mostly. Conner about how weird the whole time-difference thing is, and to Broots (you'd like him; I think other-You does, anyway) about how he thought he was Rory at the time, don't ask because you don't want to know, and Bridge about our anniversary, which is this Sunday. And then Anders about evil herbivores, and Bridge again about cupcakes. As we do. And Callisto about...um. You really don't want to know. Anyway.

Monday we found another weird sixth floor room; there were raccoon tails. And gold coins; I grabbed a couple, but I'm not stupid enough to try to spend 'em. They'd probably turn into bricks or something. And Tuesday was my workshop, which was mostly a waterballoon fight. And was other-you's idea, so... thanks? And then, shockingly, more talking. To Bridge. About non-existent tv shows. And then later about camping. Which we're doing on Sunday. And then Thursday I ...helped Bridge study for class and then co-hosted the radio.

So....nothing real exciting except the studying part. Which honestly? I'm good with. Oh, there *was* a guy hanging out in the common room who made Bridge's head buzz, but Bridge doesn't seem to think he's dangerous. He's no *Dracula OMG*.

*mocks because I love*

love, Xander


Then he went back to his bed, where the contents of his project were spread out across the blanket.

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[Open, though I'm madly combatting a potential worm, so if I disappear unexpectedly it's because I had to re-start.]

Comments

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

The vent in Xander's room popped open, and a smiling face peeked out.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander? Spilled green glitter all over the blanket. "Eeeek! ... I mean--" He lowered his voice. "_Eek. In a manly way."

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

Angelo gave a hesitant wave in Xander's direction, before slowly crawling his way into the room.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Um. Hi." Xander waved back, and made a really bad attempt to clean up the glitter at the same time as he stared at his unexpected guest. "I'm Xander. And you...were in the common room last night."

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

Angelo nodded, but then went about studying the room, as if ignoring the fact that Xander was there.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander brushed far less glitter back into the tube than had spilled out, and capped it before setting it on the table near his bed. "You, ah, looking for something?" he asked, mindful of what Bridge had said last night.

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

Angelo nodded, and then his eyes fixed upon Xander's little project. Quickly, he went over, picking it up in his hands, studying it.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Hey, careful." Xander didn't exactly mind per se; other people had looked at it too, after all. But...

Well, it wasn't like the bed could get any more glitter on it, he supposed.

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

Angelo stared, absorbing in what the project was saying, what it meant.

"Don't wanna go," Angelo said. "Don't."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge and Parker make their way downstairs from the third to the first floor.

"Xander?" Bridge calls out as he knocks on the door.

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

Angelo grabbed the twinkie from Xander, and quickly fled to the vent, having heard the voice at the door.

[soldtoarmenians]

"It's just Bridge," Xander said, staring after him for a second before going to open the door.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Where is he? Is he here? Angelo!" Parker hurried over to the vent in time to see a pair of vanishing feet and yell, "Come back here! I won't do anything! Aw, mannn..."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander, meanwhile, rushed to the bed and shoved a pillow over his project before Bridge made it into the room, hiding the thing itself if not the glittery mess its presence had made.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Bridge says to Xander, a bit sheepishly. "Sorry for bursting in on you like this. We were trying to find, ah, someone-" Bridge waves one hand towards the vent.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander, glances at the pillow, then with a shrug, plops down and sits on it. "We met," he says drily, looking at the vent.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Damnit, damnit, damnit. This is not going to work unless we can get here *without* him diving into the vent." Parker kicks the trash can, then rubs her temples. "Sorry if he freaked you out, Xander."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

After convincing Parker to give up the search for the night, Bridge heads back down to Xander's and knocks on the door.

[soldtoarmenians]

This time he's not distracted enough by Angelo to forget to clean up before answering it - and also he finished cleaning up at least half an hour ago.

Not that he'll ever get all the glitter off the bed.

"Hey," he says, letting Bridge in.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hey yourself," Bridge says with a grin, if a somewhat tired one.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Did you find him?" Xander asks.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Almost," Bridge says. "But he won't be found 'till he wants to be, and he's not ready yet."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander raises an eyebrow at that, but nods. "He's definitely...different. Maybe not exactly the same things you can do, but... yeah, I can see how he'd get your head buzzing."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, no, I can't do that thing he does with the being people, sort of," Bridge shakes his head. "Oh!" and he fishes a saran-wrapped package of about a half-dozen cookies out of his jacket pocket. "I brought cookies!"

[soldtoarmenians]

"You just happened to run across cookies while chasing Parker's brother?" Xander asks, not without some admiration, as he takes the bag and opens it.