soldtoarmenians | Thursday, Room 121, all day (general goodbye post)

Xander's already ~~handwavily~~ sent out e-mails letting people know his new cellphone number if they didn't have it already, and his UC Sunnydale e-mail address, and... when he's leaving. Which he finally has to say 'tomorrow morning' about instead of 'Friday' because they're one and the same.

Now... he's still packing. Posters, folders, last-minute items and just stuff he wanted to leave up for as long as possible to make the room acknowledge that for now, he still lives here. Every so often he and Bridge are taking a break to look at pictures or watch a dvd, because at this point he's on the flipside of where he was yesterday: if he packs too fast, the room'll be empty, and Xander can't quite take that, not yet.

You can't really say Jeremiah's taking a break; he'd have to have been working in the first place for that to be true. He's just going back and forth between supervising the packing and supervising the loafing.

The door is open. Xander's yearbook is on the desk next to Jeremiah, for anyone who feels like signing it.

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[Open all day, or ping in tomorrow if needed since some importantomg people are unfortunately afk today. Good for slowplay until... it's done.]

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"Oh my God, make the picture of Angel playing with kittens go away, please?" Xander looked stricken.

"I guess her getting to do it is fair," Willow said, but she was pouting.

"There's a whole crop of newbies," Xander pointed out, trying not to look touched. Dammit. "That guy who looks like Angel, for a start. Though I guess that'd be a reason to lay off him 'cause he's got enough afflictions in his life."

"Huh, yeah, I could help with that, as long as you passd me the tools from outside."

"Running the plumbing might be the hardest part," John babbles. "You really have to go?"

D dawdled for as long as she could after (http://chloe-sullivan.livejournal.com/12070.html?thread=152870#t152870) saying good-bye to Chloe ~~which totally isn't done yet~~ before facing up to the worst good-bye yet.

So, she found herself standing outside Xander's door, frakking huge gift-bag (http://pics.livejournal.com/dbiers/pic/0001ba1k) in hand. No, those totally weren't tissues hidden in her back pocket. Really. They're... ummmm, ok, tissues.

She hesitated for a moment or two, then she took a deep breath and knocked on the door frame.

Rory tilted her head. "Awwwwwwww! They could sit on his head and snuggle down in his hair!"

"The one who keeps getting punched? Oh yeah, he'll definetly fill the whole you'll leave. Stay. What do you have there that you don't have here?" "Alanna logic, you can't fight it." Faithful informed Xander.

"I never intrtoduced you to Jeremiah before? Wow, I suck." Xander took the frog out of his tank and held him on his open palm. "Jeremiah, this is...um. You aunt Nadia?"

"Fall of 2000," Xander told her. "I left in '99, but my town spent a year high-school-kid-free while Buffy was chasing down the giant snake."

Xander looked around like his Willow could hear him. Which, for all he knew, she could, because Willows are wily that way. "I promise I won't tell her if you slip me some pencils before I leave. It'll be our secret."

"Aunt Nadia works." Nadia held out one finger to pat Jeremiah on the head. "And I guess that I can report that he is cute. He's traveling with you again, right? Think he'll change colors?"

Willow totally hadn't come prepared for this with a pack of new pencils. "Shhh. We'll never tell!"

"And electrocute his fingers when he does that hair-check thing with his hand that he always does," Xander said, somewhat cheered up by the thought.

"That's sad," Rory said woefully. "I'll send you an electro-kitty in a special rubber suit and inside a special box so it won't hurt you. Plus, kitten in a little suit. Doesn't get much cuter."

Xander fought hard against giving a serious answer. Really, really hard. He even had 'Vampires! Many, many vampires! You have no idea how much I've been jonesing for a good vampire attack in a dark alley. Also, dark alleys, see above re: many, many' ready on the tip of his tongue.

"A place where I'm supposed to be, I think," is what came out of his mouth.

"While I'm hiding in the closet? At some point, yes. Thus the need for plumbing."

"Hope she caught it," Angela told him.

"And when I go home it's 1996. So ... this is hurting my head, but want to try to meet older-me on New Year's Eve 2001? Use the time travel thing to our advantage and all of that."

"You're supposed to be here even though that is very hypocritical of me." Alanna pouted. Faithful sighed and jumped out of her arms to treck up to Xander's shoulder.

"I don't think so," Xander said. "He made it home for Christmas and back okay. Well, still purple, but purple is an okay color to be." This may have been said in the tone of a daily affirmation, like he assured the frog of this fact frequently.

The frog may also have rolled its eyes in the universal animal gesture of 'gee, thanks for your support. Dumbass.'

Nadia grinned. "Well, it's probably easier than being green."

Zero stood at the door and meowed.

John laughs and thrusts the box of Twinkies towards Xander. "For the trip. Comfort food. Pig out food. Senior food. You deserve it food."

"I dunno if my 2001's gonna be the same as your 2001," Xander answered, a grin splitting his face, "but it can't hurt to try."

Xander didn't even stick out his tongue at Faithful. Except that then he thought no, he should, really. So he did.

"I want to be supposed to be here," Xander said. "I wish-- no, I'm gonna take a rare opportunity to not be profoundly stupid, and not finish that sentence."

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