Room 121, Monday evening

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander was...sort of packing. In that way where he was straightening stuff up and putting it in boxes while pretending that maybe it was just because he needed more room and was going to shove all the boxes under the bed. Except not, but there was always the chance. Except not.

[For willbedone and the b-word-person. NFB due to omg sekrits.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I'm going to take that as a compliment," Bridge says solemnly.

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't we want to solve the oxygen problem first?" Willow pointed out.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I'm pretty good at holding my breath," Bridge supplies. "So just as long as the room isn't also doing that thing where it gets smaller and smaller and smaller? We could probably fix the oxygen thing first if I could hold my breath long enough to fix the ventilation in the room."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"If it's a computer systen I could totally hack it to try to stop the room from shrinking," Willow said. "Oh! And maybe I could do a spell to create portable oxygen spaces for us so we don't pass out and die before you can fix the ventilation, which is good because it's bad enough to die at all, but worse when you've left the world hunger problem waiting because your brain went all woozy."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander calmly reached into his pocket for his phone, pressed the button on the front, and unwrapped the twinkie that dropped out, listening politely without interrupting them.

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow noticed and looked sheepish. "Or we could deal with the Amy situation first."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Oh, I'm on it." Xander held up the phone. "We need to call ahead, though, or she's liable to come through with chartreuse polka dots." He inclined his head towards Jeremiah's tank.

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Say hi for me," Willow prompted.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"And me!" Bridge bounces.

[soldtoarmenians]

"This is so weird." Xander punched in the number and hoped to get Willow on first try, because he wasn't sure he had the brainpower to explain this twice.

Somebody was listening, apparently, because there was a bright, "Hello?" on the other end.

"Hey, Will."

"Xander! Are you done packing? Do you need boxes, because I'm pretty sure I can *poof* you some extra boxes; card board's dead so it's pretty easy to--"

"Willow?"

"...Yes?"

"You say hi."

Wow, silence. For a second. "Didn't I say hi? Hi, Xander!"

"No, I mean the other you. Also Bridge. Hey, while we're not talking, can we talk about something not boxes for a second?"

"Other me is there? Hi other me!" That was yelled loudly enough that it might very well be heard by people who weren't Xander's dying eardrum. More quietly, she added, "My peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are still better than hers, right?"

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Hi other me!" Willow shouted back. She also waved. Not that you could see that over the phone, but some instinctive Willowness inside of her said that other Willow would know.

[soldtoarmenians]

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