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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"Not only has a horse but is a knight," Willow said, wishing retroactively that she could've asked Peter if it was okay to tell Xander about the king thing since Xander was leaving anyway. "That brings up whole issues of chivalry and castle-living that can be a lot of pressure for a girl. Though Peter's pretty nice about it."

Xander glanced at her hair, comparing it in his head with his home-Willow's newer cut. "Are you gonna try the Rapunzel thing just in case he ever needs to rescue you from a tower? Or just invest in a nice sturdy rope-ladder?"

"A rope-ladder's more according to code," Willow pointed out.

"True. Actually a nice sturdy aluminum one beats hair and rope. Plus they have those little shelf things to hold a tray if he wanted to paint the side of the castle before,a fter, or during the rescue."

"Or if he wanted to bring me lunch," Willow said. "I don't think you normally get good pizza delivery in a tower."

"You think it's cheating to build your tower higher just to make sure they can't get it there in 30 minutes or less, or is that just part of the risk you take opening up a pizza joint anywhere near a castle?

"I think it's the risk you take once you've built a place in Fairy Tale land," Willow said. "You just have to accept the towers, goblins, occasional turning into stone, and insure accordingly."

"I'll bet the real estate values are still higher than they are in Sunnydale, though."

"Do you think demons have different real estate agents then the rest of us?" Willow asked. "Because I bet Sunnydale costs a lot if you're part of the evil set."

"Most of 'em don't live in houses, though," Xander pointed out. "They just find whoever's got the primo cave or crypt and then start with the killing and/or eating."

"Do you think they make fun of us for not being as efficient with having a meal and a home in the same go?"

"I think most of 'em make fun of us for being all squishy with our crunchy parts on the inside, and don't get around to real estate questions, but you do get the occasional talky one." Xander waved his hand. "Or the occasional non-evil one, I guess." He frowned, because it was something he'd thought about after meeting the variety of people he'd met here, including ones like Belthazor. "You think there's a lot of non-evil ones in Sunnydale that we just don't know about because they're not, y'know, being evil to people?"

"It's possible," Willow said, thinking of Bel too. "Heck even Spike's not so mean all the time. Makes you wonder if the evil-fighting game is as black and white as we'd like it."

"Spike?" Xander repeated skeptically. "I'm not sure I'd go that far. But yeah, this place does get you thinking about stuff."

"I'm not saying he's up for good citizen awards or anything," Willow said. "But he's not always with the trying to kill us."

"Well sure, he has to sleep sometimes. Plus the whole thing where it fries his alleged brain when he tries to kill us."

"So? You see? Improvement," Willow said, always looking on the bright side.

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