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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D'anna grinned. "Hello there, boy."

No, she wasn't stalling. Reeeeeeally.

"He speaks like a bajillion languages," Xander told her, grinning. "Except, apparently, Dog."

"Somehow, that makes perfect Fandom sense."

"The scary thing is I'm pretty sure he was always that way, even before Fandom." Xander grins at RIC, who's... well at the moment he's acting as an end-table, since Xander's bottle of soda is balanceed on his back.

Unfortunately, there was only so much stalling one could do, so she handed the (http://pics.livejournal.com/dbiers/pic/0000yd3r) uber (http://pics.livejournal.com/dbiers/pic/00012w13) huge (http://pics.livejournal.com/dbiers/pic/00013cs4) giftbag (http://pics.livejournal.com/dbiers/pic/00019bd0) to (http://pics.livejournal.com/dbiers/pic/0000zf7s) Xander. "I brought you something. Er, several somethings."

Then, to help with the illusion that no, this wasn't actually happening, she looked back over to RIC. "Kinda makes ya wish they made robotic-puppy treats, huh?"

"Extra memory chips?" Xander suggested half-seriously. Then he sat back and looked up from the gift bag. "Whoa. Um. Wow." He'd get all choked up ~~if he knew about the irony of the frog food~~ except there were the gummy fangs and that just made him snort and grin in spite of himself. "You know that was possibly the dumbest campaign topic ever? And yet."

"More batteries?" D offered then grinned. "And yet, without it, so much more would have never happened, ...including our top-shelf grades."

"I still think mine came from Spider not sobering up for like... the entire last week of the semester. Not that I'm complaining..."

"I'm not entirely convinced he was ever completely sober..." D tilted her head to the side for a moment, contemplating a fully sober Spider, then shook it off as a little too frightening even for her.

"I sorta have this, uhh, thing..." she held out her hand toward Xander. Yes, that sounded bad. No, she wasn't exactly thinking as she spoke.

Xander raised an eyebrow. "The kind of thing they'd give you penicillin for at the clinic?"

"...What? No! NO!" D'ann's brain stopped, restarted and there was a wee bit of giggling. "Ew! No. Not at all. It's, well," she opened her hand over his and let the silver chain necklace with the suncross (http://pics.livejournal.com/dbiers/pic/00017fd4) pendant dangle down. "For better ~~hallway viewing~~ hometown survival."

He held his hand out for the pendant, studying it with a smile. "Thanks. I don't know if it'll work against vamps, but it's..." Xander frowned. "They really, really need to come up with a manly word for pretty."

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