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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"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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