Entries tagged with isabel

Current Mood: selectively truthful

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Drunken Party Crasher at E-Mail's Bar Mitzvah

Saturday morning, ( Xander's inbox: )

Sigh. Well, at least he had the excuse that one of those was sent while he was in class yesterday, being really , really busy. Making ~~Angel's unlife miserable~~ glitter flags.

( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )

Current Mood: weird
Current Location: 406, for like, 30 seconds

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Room 406, sometime after Cordy fell out of the ceiling

Only in Fandom can you have subject lines like that, dude.

Xander ducked into his room from the party, where Isabel was still presumably hanging out, and where he'd just left Bridge. He grabbed the presents he'd bought at IKEA from his closet, tapped Jeremiah's tank and said, "Stop snickering at me; I can see you rolling your eyes, you know," then headed out again, down to Bridge's room.

Current Mood: linkdroppy
Current Location: Not Thursday OMG!

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Monday afternoonish...

Well, that's gonna give Xander a convenient reason to unload a second birthday gift on Isabel, courtesy of Shop, finally give Aeryn the thing he'd bought for her when she came back and then never really found a non-awkward way to pass on, and give Angela the present Rory had helped him pick out at IKEA. And proves he was not on crack to think that buying some foodie gift baskets for the insane amount of parties they have around here could be an idea.

Too bad it doesn't really provide an excuse for handing over the other present he bought on Sunday, but... ah well. He'll be ~~more~~ neurotic about that bridge when he...you know, that metaphor is suddenly a lot less metaphorical than it used to be.

Current Mood: evasive
Current Location: Room 406

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Room 406, Saturday Morning

Or, Xander Harris and the Inbox of Doooom

Viagra spam yawn.

Invitation from Jake to go buy a couch...um. Okay. possibly. Despite... almost complete lack of money. But hey, birthdays coming up liek whoa.

( E-mail from Willow, oh crap. )

....*headdesk*

( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
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( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
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*headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk*

[Open for roomination! Or other visitation, as long as it's before the afternoon when Misadventure Yay is occurring.]

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Thursday Evening, Room 406, 6-ish

There is a closet here. Yeah, yeah, blah blah make your puns while you can. The point is that Xander is standing in front of it. Very very possibly flailing.

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[Open for someone else who lives here. I'd say open for anybody who wanted to stop by and harrass him, but zomg running late, so no.]

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Sunday/Early Monday

Xander: *has to be threatened with cookie confiscation before he'll even tell Best. Roomie. Ever. about date...stuff. Otherwise, says nothing, even to people who already know*

Bridge: *tells, like, almost everybody*

Radio: *tells EVERYBODY*

Xander: *sighs*

(Best. Roomie. Ever. : *has nightmares, presumably not about Xander's social development issues, though you never can tell around here*)

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Room 406, early afternoon

Xander? Totally flopped on his bed with a bag of pretzels, poking the internet for stuff about alternate universes for his incredibly vaguely planned final project in Magical Theory. Not randomly flipping back to his e-mail tab at all. That'd be stupid, since he's got a New Mail popup set.

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{Open for teh roomie, at the moment}

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Room 406, Laaaaaaate... Thursday or possibly Early Friday

It's... entirely possible that someone randomly happened to stay up late enough to listen to the live radio broadcast instead of downloading it, for a change.

It's vaguely possible that someone -- alongside the breakfast muffins for his apparently passed-out-over-her-homework roomie -- brought home extra coffee just so he'd be awake that late, but there's really no way you could ever prove that.

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{Open for Teh Roomie whenever she awakens, if so desired.}

Current Mood: whoa
Current Location: Bed, hiding under the pillow. Can't you read?

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Room 406. Bed, yo.

So in the Common Room tonight, um. There was that. Which led to that, which led to that. Which, well. 'Whoa' was still working pretty well as an all-purpose word. Even if 'whoa' wasn't actually the word either.

Also there was a game, or something.

Xander shoved his head under his pillow and pretended he could remotely sleep.

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Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Location: Room 406, Friday morning

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E-mail. Totally not linkdrop. Seriously. Really. ....Okay linkdrop.

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
Subject: Helloooooooo...

Dear Mr. Noncommunicaty: What's up? Did your friends get any use out of the stuff I sent you on Rita Skeeter? How are those classes you're so very much more than passing, pardon me while I point and laugh¹? Have you licked the frog this week? Inquiring minds want to know.

Love, Willow

¹ P.S. In a loving way, of course ~~OMG~~! And have I mentioned SATs recently? In the last five minutes, hmm?

( Dear Willow: )
( Dear Xander: )
( Dear Willow: )

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Monday Monday the the 27th 27th

So there was Shop in which pumpkin chucking, and Creature Lang in which Jake....did things... to coffee, and then there was lunch at the pond with Isabel, Callisto, and Bridge, and then there was a review session in Magical Theory and yay party.

And then, much later, Xander listened to the radio.

And then there was e-mail:

To: jaye.tyler@fandomhigh.net
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
Subject: What I Said Last Night

[link to podcast]

I'm just sayin'.

~Xander

Current Mood: pleased

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E-Mail, received shortly before Detention lets out

To: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
Subject: re: Ms. Ahahahaha

( Dear Xander )

Xander stared at the first e-mail for a few seconds as he sat at his desk, then a wide grin spread over his face. Quickly, he forwarded it to Isabel, Rory, John, Callisto, and... who else. Krycek was probably pissed at her for the same reasons Cal was, yis. Sendinate. Yay.

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E-mail, Friday the 24th, lunchish-time

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
Subject: Ms. Ahahahaha

( Dear Willow )

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So...

Xander? So going to the Special Hell. Despite making up with the roomie and arguing for the value of humanity as a species.

In fact, it's completely possible he's already there.

Current Music: You so don't want to ever really hear this song.

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Wednesday, Room 406, after classes

But, you know, a little more after classes than that other after classes over in Janet's room.

Today the Music of Pain was Ray Stevens. Who was allegedly non-depressing, and only sometimes country, and fell under the MoP umbrella only because this was Beside Myself, which had 1.5 decent songs on it, and neither of them was Butterfly Inside A Coupe DeVille which was currently playing because Xander couldn't be assed to get up and hit skip.

{Locked to zie roommate, ohyes. Contents of discussion NFB; any sudden and moody departures -- *whistles* -- fair game.}

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Room 406, evening

There was a towel tossed across Xander's desk chair, and Bitterwoman, season 2, on pause on the laptop. It'd been on pause most of the day, not that you'd know that if you walked in. Not that you'd be walking in, because the door was locked, The Highwaymen were not on pause, Xander was flopped on his bed with a book in front of him but staring at nothing, pretty much like he had been all day, and if you knocked, he ~~probably~~ wouldn't answer.

Of course if you had a key...

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Unexciting Linkdrop of Unexcitingness for 3/12 -3/13

Sunday night:

Xander hit Angel's party, was lobstered at by Nadia, invited to balance animals (but not lobsters) by Bridge and Rory, and later gave something back to Angel.

Monday:

Xander built a spicerack and gave John a present while again being lobstered at, as well as passing on the paprika bloodline in Shop, watched a video in Creature Languages (and got his once-again disturbingly decent mid-term grades), and took a quiz in Magical Theory.

He totally remembered to hit the Weird Hometown Support Group ~~for once~~ in the afternoon, and then in the evening, there was Animal Balancinating, wherein Xander talked to Rory, shared fake birthday cake with Bridge (and commiserated on temporal displacement), told Parker about Isabel having gone home, and of course balancinated stuff. To whit, a book, Jeremiah, and Steve. No, the other Steve. Which was kind of cheating, and besides, FROG HAT, so even though Invisible Steve The Cat Who Is Not Sean Under An Assumed Name did not fall off Xander's head, he took the consolation prize, which was very consoling.

Jeremiah, meanwhile, was balancinated. A lot. For which he got treats. Some of which were locusts. Whole ones, because otherwise eww.

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Mail of the E-variety

Finally sent at about 3 a.m. on Saturday morning:

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
Subject: Official Notice

( Dear Willow: )

And since we're clearing out the outbox,

( Dear Larry )

And the inbox:
( Harris: )

Current Mood: silly but for the Darla part.

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Friday, after Art

First we checkee zee E-mail, OMG, then we throwee zee paint , zen we speak wit zee bad French accent for no reason as we pack for zee trip to England, zen we sigh and admit zat we should probably buy somebody zee birthday present after all ~~because we totally bought zee present for Logan already ZOMG~~, so we surf zee net. Again. We also try to changee zee channel on zee tv wit zee power of our mind and are ZOMG mildly sad when zee tv totally ignores us. :-(

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{We do not RP in zee post. We just drop zee links.}

Current Mood: calm

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Thursday afternoon...

After the Creature Language Mid-term, wherein Blair was acting strange and unbouncy liek whoa, and coming home to Home to 406 wherein Isabel was unhappy about being bouncy liek whoa, Xander was reminded of something he'd heard on the radio last night, and fired up his laptop to do a little ~~shopping~~ totally innocent surfing. Yay 30minutemall.com which totally delivers to Fandom Island, *nodnodnod*.

Luckily it arrived in plenty of time to take to the Common Room with him later that night.