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He hadn't exactly snuck out (and up, and dear God did Xander hope nobody had been around to take secret squirrel footage of him scrambling up here with a laptop in a bag over his shoulder and almost falling on his ass) to avoid anybody in particular. Just... everybody in general, really. Because maybe it would be easier to think clearly up here -- or at least maybe the wireless signal would be stronger.
So of course he's sitting crosslegged on the roof, not looking at his computer screen and continuing to try not to think.
[For Bridge, though arguably anybody around or in Flamingo could at least be aware Xander's up here.]
So of course he's sitting crosslegged on the roof, not looking at his computer screen and continuing to try not to think.
[For Bridge, though arguably anybody around or in Flamingo could at least be aware Xander's up here.]
Room 121, Monday Night
Jul. 3rd, 2006 11:55 pmSeveral hours after Willow filled the room with cookie-smelly goodness, the room... still smells like cookie-smelly goodness. Funny about that. It's probably the fact that somewhere in the room there is cookie-smelly goodness.
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[For Bridge, yis. Gets...bordering on NWS. Which begins to sound familiar. *starts next evening post at noon*]
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[For Bridge, yis. Gets...bordering on NWS. Which begins to sound familiar. *starts next evening post at noon*]
Room 121, Monday afternoon
Jul. 3rd, 2006 12:14 pmAfter a certain conversation last night in the Common Room (and no, not the one about dirty chips, though that had turned out to be oddly cool), Xander realized he... really, really needed to clean his room, if there was going to be visiting-by-people-not-Bridge happening. Not that he was a complete and utter slob, especially with his less-slobby-than-thou boyfriend hanging in so much, but things could be straightened and... put away and...changed, yes.
So he did that. There might even have been Bouncy Cleaning Music playing, and a frog rolling his eyes.
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So he did that. There might even have been Bouncy Cleaning Music playing, and a frog rolling his eyes.
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Room 121, late Saturday night
Jul. 2nd, 2006 01:23 amAfter a handwavily arranged meeting in Veronica's room that had led to an evening of tentacles and fake ghosts, Xander's more than happy to get back to his own room, even if he isn't the one most liberally doused with tentacle juice.
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[For the bf, omg. NFB; approaches NWS but does not quite get there before the curtain falls.]
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[For the bf, omg. NFB; approaches NWS but does not quite get there before the curtain falls.]
When Xander lets himself into his room after returning from the park, he's sticky, tired, melon-scented, and, quite frankly, rather squelchy. He's got jello in his shoes.
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bridge_carson]Stuff What Happened To Xander This Week
Jun. 29th, 2006 09:12 am[AKA Backdated Linkdrop of I Don't Have The Mental Wherewithal To Turn This Into An E-mail At This Stage Of Lateness]
Monday
Pippi made pancakes, Walter dished toppings, and Xander (as well as a hungover Bridge) was there to consume them, because he's a nice guy like that. He also talked to Willow and Cally.
Tuesday
There was Scoobying, during which Lana fled in tears, Bridge discovered something was haunting her, and Willow offered to help research it.And said disturbing things about shooting and/or beating up people.
Later, Xander went to Bridge's room with him to pick up some stuff to take back to 121 for a while, because the ghost thing was really spooking (arf arf) him. A trip to the Common Room even later didn't really help much with that.
Wednesday
Xander stopped by Veronica's room and told her what he knew about the First Evil, which was just enough to indicate that it probably wasn't behind the hauntings, and found out that Willow might have helped pin down the thing that was.
Thursday
Xander shared his complete lack of helpful knowledge again, in reponse to an e-mail from Nadia.
Monday
Pippi made pancakes, Walter dished toppings, and Xander (as well as a hungover Bridge) was there to consume them, because he's a nice guy like that. He also talked to Willow and Cally.
Tuesday
There was Scoobying, during which Lana fled in tears, Bridge discovered something was haunting her, and Willow offered to help research it.
Later, Xander went to Bridge's room with him to pick up some stuff to take back to 121 for a while, because the ghost thing was really spooking (arf arf) him. A trip to the Common Room even later didn't really help much with that.
Wednesday
Xander stopped by Veronica's room and told her what he knew about the First Evil, which was just enough to indicate that it probably wasn't behind the hauntings, and found out that Willow might have helped pin down the thing that was.
Thursday
Xander shared his complete lack of helpful knowledge again, in reponse to an e-mail from Nadia.
( Dear Willow: )
Xander put his laptop aside, and considered the question of whether he was awake enough to hunt down Bridge and get some breakfastlunchdinner. It was, after all, a lot of effort... Still, food could be good. He turned his head and poked the shoulder next to him. "Hey. Wake up."
Xander put his laptop aside, and considered the question of whether he was awake enough to hunt down Bridge and get some breakfastlunchdinner. It was, after all, a lot of effort... Still, food could be good. He turned his head and poked the shoulder next to him. "Hey. Wake up."
Room 121, Sunday evening after the beach.
Jun. 18th, 2006 10:20 pm
Xander pulls the door shut behind himself as he follows Bridge into his room. The click of the latch catching is familiar. Normal. Casual.
( ...really loud, for some reason. )
Room 121, Thursday Morning
Jun. 15th, 2006 09:57 amThere was something Xander was supposed to do when he woke up, and this time the fuzziness wasn't because of weekend weirdness, it was just tied into the whole unpleasant "waking up" concept. He stumbled around the room for a few minutes, feeding Jeremiah, brushing teeth, and doing other wakey-up things, before he finally remembered his conversations with Parker and Callisto last night. (And the one with Bridge, but bears didn't seem to have any direct relevance to the issue, even this early in the morning.) He was supposed to be trying to track down the weekend weirdness by checking his outgoing mail.
...*blink* ...*squint trying to read own bad typing*...*blink more*...*facepalm*
Right. Damage-control. If such a thing was possible.
( Dear Willow: )
No more than a few minutes later, a reply appeared.
( Dear Xander: )
Xander sighed, flipped up iTunes and put it on shuffle, then started downloading Sunday and Monday night's radio shows to see if they could give him a clue to anything else he might've said or done while truthified.
[Door's open, if anyone feels like wandering by.]
...*blink* ...*squint trying to read own bad typing*...*blink more*...*facepalm*
Right. Damage-control. If such a thing was possible.
( Dear Willow: )
No more than a few minutes later, a reply appeared.
( Dear Xander: )
Xander sighed, flipped up iTunes and put it on shuffle, then started downloading Sunday and Monday night's radio shows to see if they could give him a clue to anything else he might've said or done while truthified.
[Door's open, if anyone feels like wandering by.]
Room 121, Tuesday evening
Jun. 13th, 2006 08:46 pm"Okay, so, it smells like burntness?" Xander says as he opens the door to go in after Scoobying. "But that is not in fact the thing I did. Well, it's a thing I did, but it would be the thing I did before I did the thing I did. We could call it the Test Thing.
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[locked, at least for the moment, zomg]
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[locked, at least for the moment, zomg]
Room 121, Late Monday Morning
Jun. 12th, 2006 11:34 amXander stared at the package on his bed, which he'd just retrieved from the post office, a walk that his still generally-aching body wasn't real happy about. He'd had an idea what was in the package, though, and no idea how long it would last before spoiling. It was postmarked London, Florence, O'Fallon, and Castle Rock. It had stamps on it, but the date on them was slightly obscured by what he assumed were owl footprints. So yeah, he was gonna guess butterbeer and pumpkin juice.
He opened it carefully, or as carefully as his splinted-up hand would allow.
Butterbeer, pumpkin juice, and flobberworm larvae (dead). Joy.
He opened up his laptop. ( Dr Willo: )
He opened it carefully, or as carefully as his splinted-up hand would allow.
Butterbeer, pumpkin juice, and flobberworm larvae (dead). Joy.
He opened up his laptop. ( Dr Willo: )
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- alanna,
- anders,
- bridge,
- buffy - fh version 2 (weebuffy),
- cam,
- conner,
- dawn - fh,
- e-mail,
- faithful,
- great - mummies again,
- hawkeye,
- jack harkness,
- jeremiah,
- john crichton,
- kawalsky,
- luna,
- molly,
- omgwtfferret,
- omgwtftags,
- owies,
- river,
- rory,
- sam carter,
- summer 2006,
- truth spell,
- willow - fh,
- willow - xander's version,
- xander bly
Room 121, Late Friday Morning
Jun. 9th, 2006 12:22 pm"Ribbit."
Xander muttered into his pillow. "Lemme sleep, dude. Busy day yesterday." It had been; after an e-mail from Rory, he'd headed to the library to help research, where he'd been pleased to see at least someone had been paying attention in Scoobying, had an unwelcome attack of deja vu when Tyler revealed that there were mummies involved in this week's spate of weirdness, and accidentally ended up talking to Dawn about porn. As you do.
Then there'd been the meeting in Rory's room, where he'd volunteered his computer for the support team, and himself for the fighting. After which he'dhandwavily headed back here and poked through the files Willow had left on his laptop to see if there was anything on Egyptian mummies. Which not so much; plenty on South American ones, naturally, but nothing they didn't already know about their more famous cousins. Waste of time anyway, considering not-his-Willow would have all this at her fingertips too, and she had smarter fingers, but he'd wanted to do something to help with Rory's OMGGUILTWOE.
So the second "Ribbit!" which was quickly joined by a third, and then a fourth, was less than welcome. "It's not that late! I'll get you breakfast innaminute. Rarr."
"RIBBIT!" Right in his ear.
Xander turned his head and opened his eyes.
"Ribbit!" said the little green frog on his pillow. "Rbblrt brrrrrum!" said the little green frog next to the little green frog on his pillow.
"CROAK!" said Jeremiah, from his tank.
"...WTF?" said Xander, and sat up, blinking.
Five minutes later, he was scooting them out the door, but for every frog he dumped out into the hallway, another seemed to take its place.
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[...No I am not playing with myself in the comments zomg. Haven't you ever seen a guy talking to his frog before? ...that be not a euphemism.]
Xander muttered into his pillow. "Lemme sleep, dude. Busy day yesterday." It had been; after an e-mail from Rory, he'd headed to the library to help research, where he'd been pleased to see at least someone had been paying attention in Scoobying, had an unwelcome attack of deja vu when Tyler revealed that there were mummies involved in this week's spate of weirdness, and accidentally ended up talking to Dawn about porn. As you do.
Then there'd been the meeting in Rory's room, where he'd volunteered his computer for the support team, and himself for the fighting. After which he'd
So the second "Ribbit!" which was quickly joined by a third, and then a fourth, was less than welcome. "It's not that late! I'll get you breakfast innaminute. Rarr."
"RIBBIT!" Right in his ear.
Xander turned his head and opened his eyes.
"Ribbit!" said the little green frog on his pillow. "Rbblrt brrrrrum!" said the little green frog next to the little green frog on his pillow.
"CROAK!" said Jeremiah, from his tank.
"...WTF?" said Xander, and sat up, blinking.
Five minutes later, he was scooting them out the door, but for every frog he dumped out into the hallway, another seemed to take its place.
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[...No I am not playing with myself in the comments zomg. Haven't you ever seen a guy talking to his frog before? ...that be not a euphemism.]
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Room 121, Tuesday, late evening
Jun. 7th, 2006 01:20 am"It's raining pudding," Xander says, looking out the window a little wistfully. It would probably sound less inane if it weren't the third time he's repeated it.
It's not that he's surprised; it's Fandom. Just... it's raining pudding, and he's inside. Because he already showered once this afternoon, after Scoobying, and it seems like too much of an effort to do it again, even for chocolate. Besides, if he goes out, Bridge will insist on going out too, and that would be a whole other ball of sticky fur.
"Ribbit," Jeremiah adds, in what's probably meant to be a consoling manner.
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[Locked to, er. The ferret. And the frog, I s'pose. Aaand contents NFB, yis.]
It's not that he's surprised; it's Fandom. Just... it's raining pudding, and he's inside. Because he already showered once this afternoon, after Scoobying, and it seems like too much of an effort to do it again, even for chocolate. Besides, if he goes out, Bridge will insist on going out too, and that would be a whole other ball of sticky fur.
"Ribbit," Jeremiah adds, in what's probably meant to be a consoling manner.
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[Locked to, er. The ferret. And the frog, I s'pose. Aaand contents NFB, yis.]
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Son of E-mailination
Jun. 6th, 2006 02:47 amTo: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
Subject: Picture (was re: um...)
( Dear Xander )
From: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
Subject: Picture (was re: um...)
( Dear Xander )
Flamingo A-4, late Friday evening
Jun. 2nd, 2006 11:41 pm
Dear Willow, continued.... he is if we go by the 'one date and everybody starts calling you that so might as well go with the flow' method, which is popular around here.
Sorry, meant to finish this last night and send it today, but Bridge turned into a ferret. Then there were gnomes, then I had to explain to five million people (Veronica + Piper + Callisto + Rory + Other You + Very Polite Japanese Girl Whose Name I Have No Idea How To Spell + Jack + Nadia + Alanna And Her Evil Cat + D'anna = 5,000,000) how I have no idea why Bridge is a ferret, and then there was poi.
So it's been kind of a day.
Love, Xander.
P.S. What's the chance of getting some butterbeer and -- I didn't ask, just smiled and nodded -- pumpkin juice shipped over here? Isabel wants to treat one of the new kids to the comforts of home.
Xander saved, closed his laptop, and set it on the chest of drawers beside Jeremiah's tank. Then he grinned at the furry form already curled into a tiny ball on his pillow, and turned out the light for bed.
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