Room 406, 4th period
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soldtoarmeniansAfter returning from Creature Languages, Xander sighed, and settled down to cleaning up at least some of the debris from this morning's Great Muppet Chicken Capers. He glanced up at Jeremiah, who regarded him calmly from his tank. "You know, considering you just hid in there and let Isabel and me defend our territory when they attacked, you'd think you'd at least offer to help with the cleanup..." he said jokingly.
The fact that Jeremiah stuck his tongue out just then had to be complete coincidence.
"Whatevah...." Xander pulled yet another muppet feather out from behind Jeremiah's tank, and rolled his eyes. The things were everywhere - he could probably stuff a pillow with what he'd collected so far, though he'd rather just stuff whoever thought it was a brilliant idea to let them loose in the dorms into a pillow, and drop them from the 4th floor common room window...
He turned at a knock on his door. "If you're a vampire or a muppet chicken, you're not invited. Otherwise, come on in; it's unlocked."
Veronica walked in carrying a take out bag from Luke's. "Muppet chicken?" she asked.
Xander held up a handful of fluffy white feathers, then dropped them, letting them drift slowly down into the open frog-shaped trashbin next to his desk. "You... probably don't want to know? Although it's a pretty short story: there were muppet chickens. They came, they saw, they squawked, welcome to Fandom High."
"Every time I think that nothing can surprise me around here, I'm proven wrong," Veronica said, shaking her head. "Well, I brought lunch so we can catch up. I can't believe we haven't talked since break."
Xander blinked. "You... brought me food? You win forever. I'm kind of terrified of hitting the cafeteria today, what with the chicken infestation - there's either gonna be Cream of Muppet Soup, or they'll all have decided to roost there, since the Chef's got a pet one. Who's pretty good with an Uzi, by the way."
"I want you to know that I'm holding you personally responsible if I start having nightmares about Uzi-wielding chickens," she said, handing him a container from the bag. "I hope burger and fries is good," she said. "I never heard back from you after I left that message."
"Message?" Xander scratched his head, accepting the sandwich with the other. "Not the weekend before last when everybody's voicemail went wacko? God only knows where it would've ended up."
He grinned. "And hey, if you're gonna have nightmares, blame 'em on Shep. He's the one who told them to arm the chicken. Not that she wasn't a great shot; those zombies never saw it coming."
"No, last night." She shrugged. "No big deal. I wanted to thank you though. I got an A+ in Journalism because of you."
"Ah, yeah, I haven't checked it since just after classes yesterday," he answered. "Kinda got distracted surfing the web forporn frog toys; Jeremiah's arbitrarily-assigned birthday is coming up, um. Sometime. After all."
He closed the door behind her to keep out any further poultry incursions, then waved a hand at his desk-chair, and sat down on the end of his bed. "Have a seat. Watch the feathers - unless you've got a chicken sandwich, I guess; then you could consider 'em a garnish."
Veronica chuckled as she sat down. "So did you have a good holiday? Anything new and exciting in your life?"
Xander pointed to his laptop, closed-up and lying on his desk. "My friend Willow gave me her old computer, since she got some kind of upgrade that also speaks Owl and prints with a quill. Don't ask; it'll only make your head hurt. It's almost like I'm in the 21st Century, though."
He nodded to the fridge beside the desk. "And Giles gave me the mini-fridge. He's our... um. Well, he's Buffy's Watcher but not mine, and he's not the librarian anymore, since they closed the school. Our adult-type friend only not in any way that would cause me to have to bleach my brain for having just thought it."
His eye landed on another small pile of chicken feathers, this one on Isabel's desk, and he sighed as he pointed to it. "I am never gonna get those things outta here. Isabel had to run off to class right after; she's gonna flip when she really takes in how much of a mess they made." Xander grinned suddenly. "Oh yeah. Also, new roommate."
She gave him a knowing smile. "I met your new roommate at Parker's birthday party. She seems very nice. How's that going?"
"After the initial shock where I had to decide if I'd got gremlin-bit or just died in my sleep and been a much better person in life than I thought?" Xander said, grinning. "Pretty well. It's a little weird having a girl for a roommate, but around here, 'girl' is never gonna be the weirdest thing you can say about anybody.Except Johnina Crichton. And as weird goes, I can live with girl, tabasco on donuts, and laundry-money-saving powers."
Tilting her head, Veronica asked, "Tabasco on donuts? Laundry-money saving powers? Is your new roommate a witch or something?"
Xander shrugged. "I didn't ask? I mean the Tabasco thing could just be a quirk; my Uncle Rory puts peanuts in his beer. Spot-cleaning jelly-doughnut off her shirt with a little handwavy is a little more quirky, but in the Publisher's Clearinghouse Freakstakes of Fandom High? Not exactly a big deal."
"Hmm," Veronica added that information to the mini file in her head. She was starting to wonder if Isabel had a secret, what with finding out she was adopted and hearing that weird message when the phones were all screwy. And it was Fandom High.
She shook her head and smiled. "So, what classes are you taking this term? Anything exciting?"
"Shop's kind of cool. Mac gives us sharp objects and access to electricity, which is... somewhat frightening, but does not bore." Xander grinned. "And I'm taking Magical Theory with Ms. Calendar - it's not exactly my area of... remote knowledge... but it's Ms. Calendar. I kinda thought I'd never see her again, what with the being dead and all, so I wasn't gonna turn down the chance to have her for a teacher again."
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The fact that Jeremiah stuck his tongue out just then had to be complete coincidence.
"Whatevah...." Xander pulled yet another muppet feather out from behind Jeremiah's tank, and rolled his eyes. The things were everywhere - he could probably stuff a pillow with what he'd collected so far, though he'd rather just stuff whoever thought it was a brilliant idea to let them loose in the dorms into a pillow, and drop them from the 4th floor common room window...
He turned at a knock on his door. "If you're a vampire or a muppet chicken, you're not invited. Otherwise, come on in; it's unlocked."
Veronica walked in carrying a take out bag from Luke's. "Muppet chicken?" she asked.
Xander held up a handful of fluffy white feathers, then dropped them, letting them drift slowly down into the open frog-shaped trashbin next to his desk. "You... probably don't want to know? Although it's a pretty short story: there were muppet chickens. They came, they saw, they squawked, welcome to Fandom High."
"Every time I think that nothing can surprise me around here, I'm proven wrong," Veronica said, shaking her head. "Well, I brought lunch so we can catch up. I can't believe we haven't talked since break."
Xander blinked. "You... brought me food? You win forever. I'm kind of terrified of hitting the cafeteria today, what with the chicken infestation - there's either gonna be Cream of Muppet Soup, or they'll all have decided to roost there, since the Chef's got a pet one. Who's pretty good with an Uzi, by the way."
"I want you to know that I'm holding you personally responsible if I start having nightmares about Uzi-wielding chickens," she said, handing him a container from the bag. "I hope burger and fries is good," she said. "I never heard back from you after I left that message."
"Message?" Xander scratched his head, accepting the sandwich with the other. "Not the weekend before last when everybody's voicemail went wacko? God only knows where it would've ended up."
He grinned. "And hey, if you're gonna have nightmares, blame 'em on Shep. He's the one who told them to arm the chicken. Not that she wasn't a great shot; those zombies never saw it coming."
"No, last night." She shrugged. "No big deal. I wanted to thank you though. I got an A+ in Journalism because of you."
"Ah, yeah, I haven't checked it since just after classes yesterday," he answered. "Kinda got distracted surfing the web for
He closed the door behind her to keep out any further poultry incursions, then waved a hand at his desk-chair, and sat down on the end of his bed. "Have a seat. Watch the feathers - unless you've got a chicken sandwich, I guess; then you could consider 'em a garnish."
Veronica chuckled as she sat down. "So did you have a good holiday? Anything new and exciting in your life?"
Xander pointed to his laptop, closed-up and lying on his desk. "My friend Willow gave me her old computer, since she got some kind of upgrade that also speaks Owl and prints with a quill. Don't ask; it'll only make your head hurt. It's almost like I'm in the 21st Century, though."
He nodded to the fridge beside the desk. "And Giles gave me the mini-fridge. He's our... um. Well, he's Buffy's Watcher but not mine, and he's not the librarian anymore, since they closed the school. Our adult-type friend only not in any way that would cause me to have to bleach my brain for having just thought it."
His eye landed on another small pile of chicken feathers, this one on Isabel's desk, and he sighed as he pointed to it. "I am never gonna get those things outta here. Isabel had to run off to class right after; she's gonna flip when she really takes in how much of a mess they made." Xander grinned suddenly. "Oh yeah. Also, new roommate."
She gave him a knowing smile. "I met your new roommate at Parker's birthday party. She seems very nice. How's that going?"
"After the initial shock where I had to decide if I'd got gremlin-bit or just died in my sleep and been a much better person in life than I thought?" Xander said, grinning. "Pretty well. It's a little weird having a girl for a roommate, but around here, 'girl' is never gonna be the weirdest thing you can say about anybody.
Tilting her head, Veronica asked, "Tabasco on donuts? Laundry-money saving powers? Is your new roommate a witch or something?"
Xander shrugged. "I didn't ask? I mean the Tabasco thing could just be a quirk; my Uncle Rory puts peanuts in his beer. Spot-cleaning jelly-doughnut off her shirt with a little handwavy is a little more quirky, but in the Publisher's Clearinghouse Freakstakes of Fandom High? Not exactly a big deal."
"Hmm," Veronica added that information to the mini file in her head. She was starting to wonder if Isabel had a secret, what with finding out she was adopted and hearing that weird message when the phones were all screwy. And it was Fandom High.
She shook her head and smiled. "So, what classes are you taking this term? Anything exciting?"
"Shop's kind of cool. Mac gives us sharp objects and access to electricity, which is... somewhat frightening, but does not bore." Xander grinned. "And I'm taking Magical Theory with Ms. Calendar - it's not exactly my area of... remote knowledge... but it's Ms. Calendar. I kinda thought I'd never see her again, what with the being dead and all, so I wasn't gonna turn down the chance to have her for a teacher again."
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Date: 2006-01-20 02:31 am (UTC)She smiled. "I'm TAing this semester for Dr. Grissom's Sociology of Violence class."
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Date: 2006-01-20 02:37 am (UTC)He shook his head a little bewilderedly. "I'm actually TA-ing for her. And that does not stop sounding weird no matter how many times I say it or which syllable I put the stress on."
{ooc - and it's Thursday, so alas I'm offline until tomorrow; I'm just being dragged homeward now.}
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Date: 2006-01-20 09:55 pm (UTC)She grinned. "Why is it weird that you're TA-ing? How'd you do in your classes last semester?"
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Date: 2006-01-20 10:20 pm (UTC)He shook his head. "Let's just say my previous academic career? Didn't really include frequent mentions of the word 'career.' "