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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And Xander cracks the hell up, because how can you not?

"Oh, it's not. With a few exceptions, that's one of the comforts of home I can totally do without."

Xander looked...thoughtful. "What are they stamping it with?"

That one hurts, at the same time as it makes him smile. He can feel his teeth shining too brightly, or something. "Thanks." He tries not to smile quite so hard. "Hang on to Aeryn, dude. She's pretty amazing."

Xander smiled widely. "This is great. Thank you."

"Sadly, not my bootheel. That would make it really, really official, wouldn't it?" Parker toed the carpeting and looked woefully at the boxes and suitcases. "I could steal those. You'd have to stay, fill out forms...."

"You're welcome. You'll be able to keep in touch, right?" Sam asked, assuming that Bridge had already rigged something.

"It looks good - red's a good color for you." Xander grinned. "Though granted considering who my best friend is, I've been trained to say that almost from birth."

"Good," Callisto replied. "Because I'm not sure we could get any imported this time of night."

"Portable's good. Not that this place can't handle an actual full-sized horse wandering the halls too. And oddly? Seeing Pippi riding him up the stairs the first time I met them? Not the weirdest thing that happened to me that day."

Alanna noddded, pretending she understood a word of that. "This." She cleared her throat. "This is for you. It's uh...well, I have no idea if you even like adventure slash history stories but it's from my world and it takes place about two hundred years ago, which would have been the 200's for us and yeah." She kind of thrust the book at Xander.

"I'll miss trying to guess what color your hair's gonna be the next time I see you," Xander said. "Though there's always homecoming - you'll have changed it again by then, right?" He grinned.

Xander looked up at her sharply. "I guarantee that's not gonna happen. I might forget I didn't always know you, but that's not quite the same thing." Then he smiled. "I'll e-mail you and let you know. If I remember that I'm supposed to."

Xander smiled faintly. "John offered to hide me in his closet."

"There's an alumni network for e-mail," Xander said, nodding. "And Bridge verjiggerinated my phone, too."

"John is mad-scientist-brilliant. I like this plan." She sighed, looking away. "I don't know how to do this. You're Xander. There isn't supposed to be sadness and wistfulness associated with you. The universe is unravelling. And I don't know how to knit. Or crochet. Or whatever."

"Come on in," Xander said. "Mi casa is... still your casa even if it's not the same casa."

"It works for him. Not every frog could pull it off."

"I liked it when we shared a casa," Isabel pointed out with a small smile. "It was one of the best things about coming here. Even if I was a little horrified at first."

"And here I was looking forward to you sending me one of those woolly bobble-hats for Christmas." Xander moved a pile of books aside and sat down on the bed himself. "Which okay not so useful in California except that one year, but still. I'd wear it if you made it."

"That works even better."

"He's obviously a very special frog." It was getting harder to keep up the facade of cheerfulness. "A Fandom frog, through and through."

Cally sniffed. "So, until next time, then."

She wasn't crying. Nope. Nothing to see here.

"Oh, cool." Xander took it and looked at the cover. "I do like adventure stories, yeah. Okay, admittedly the ones I'm into usually have speech balloons, but I do read the occasional book without pictures."

Xander grinned. "And I thought I'd died and gone to teenage-guy heaven."

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