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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.]
- 121,
- alanna,
- anders,
- angela,
- bridge,
- callisto,
- cally,
- d'anna,
- dawn - fh,
- faithful,
- isabel,
- jeremiah,
- john crichton,
- krycek,
- leaving woe,
- marie,
- nadia,
- parker,
- rory,
- sam carter,
- summer 2006,
- willow - fh,
- zero
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Re: Afternoon
Date: 2006-08-31 08:58 pm (UTC)Re: Afternoon
Date: 2006-08-31 08:58 pm (UTC)Re: Afternoon
Date: 2006-08-31 09:00 pm (UTC)Re: Evening
Date: 2006-08-31 09:01 pm (UTC)Re: Evening
Date: 2006-08-31 09:04 pm (UTC)Re: Evening
Date: 2006-08-31 09:04 pm (UTC)which totally isn't done yetbefore 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.
Re: Afternoon
Date: 2006-08-31 09:04 pm (UTC)Re: Afternoon
Date: 2006-08-31 09:05 pm (UTC)Re: Morning
Date: 2006-08-31 09:11 pm (UTC)Re: Afternoon
Date: 2006-08-31 09:13 pm (UTC)Re: Afternoon
Date: 2006-08-31 09:14 pm (UTC)Re: Morning
Date: 2006-08-31 09:14 pm (UTC)Re: Afternoon
Date: 2006-08-31 09:15 pm (UTC)Re: Afternoon
Date: 2006-08-31 09:17 pm (UTC)Re: Afternoon
Date: 2006-08-31 09:20 pm (UTC)Re: Afternoon
Date: 2006-08-31 09:21 pm (UTC)"A place where I'm supposed to be, I think," is what came out of his mouth.
Re: Evening
Date: 2006-08-31 09:23 pm (UTC)Re: Afternoon
Date: 2006-08-31 09:26 pm (UTC)"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."
Re: Afternoon
Date: 2006-08-31 09:28 pm (UTC)Re: Morning
Date: 2006-08-31 09:30 pm (UTC)The frog may also have rolled its eyes in the universal animal gesture of 'gee, thanks for your support. Dumbass.'
Re: Morning
Date: 2006-08-31 09:31 pm (UTC)Re: Morning
Date: 2006-08-31 09:31 pm (UTC)Re: Evening
Date: 2006-08-31 09:31 pm (UTC)Re: Afternoon
Date: 2006-08-31 09:33 pm (UTC)Re: Afternoon
Date: 2006-08-31 09:45 pm (UTC)"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."