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 Lioness and Bitterwoman are so getting on off-screen." Callisto grinned. "You guys have popcorn?"

Xander pointed. "Microwave, but it gets the job done." He threw a kernel at his computer.

"All the comforts of home."

"Less demons."

"Well, don't say that like it's a bad thing."

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

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

He didn't make a joke about Angel, though there were a dozen on the tip of his tongue. It was too close to home - and it occurred to Xander that he hadn't really known what that phrase meant, until now.

"And since when was her busty-equilibrium-thingy silver with those curly-cues on it?" he said instead, pointing at the screen. "That's totally Bittergirl's with a bad spraypaint job."

"Totally, you can see the patches just about," Callisto agreed. "Although, equilibrium? Funny word for a breast plate."

"It means balance," said Xander, who'd always known what it meant. "Which those, y'know. Totally need to be, obviously." He didn't really look over at her when he asked, "So when are you going?"

"Considering the lack of proper straps, definitely." Callisto looked at her hands. "Tomorrow night."

"That's gonna suck." He lowered his voice. "Twice as much for some people."

"Yeah," Callisto nodded. "This is the one case where you're spared the dull spoon and heart threat."

Xander shrugged one shoulder and said very quietly, "Don't really need it."

"Kinda guessed that."

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