soldtoarmenians

From: purplefrog@yahoo.com
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
( Dear Bridge... )


( 'What're you doing over there?' Larry asked... )
[Open for OOC, yaddayadda fishcakes!]

From: xharris@ucsd.edu
To: m.parker@fandomhigh.net, bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net

( Dear Parker and Bridge: )
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The Magic Box, afternoon

Xander could hear the sound of the punching bag getting pummeled the minute he walked in the front door to the shop, which meant wow was somebody -- had to be Faith or Buffy -- hitting it hard. Like hard enough to collapse the frame if somebody wasn't holding it for her, whichever her it was.

"Hey, I'll vouch for the craftsmanship on that thing since I was crafty guy," he said as he pushed the door to the training room open, "but I didn't make it out of titantium or anything."

( Buffy just grunted in greeting and punched the bag again. )

[OOC: Preplayed with 1ordinarygirl for great yay. No IC interaction, yaddayadda-bingbang, OOC quite welcome.]

From: xharris@ucsd.edu
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net

( Dear Bridge: )
__

The Magic Box, evening

Xander found the Closed sign already up but the door unlocked, neither of which was unusual; what was a little off were the half-dimmed lights and the fact that there was nobody out front. It was Willow's night on the register; he'd have expected her to be tallying up the receipts or at least putting books away while a couple of brooms did a slightly unnerving re-enactment of the Magician's Assistant cartoon.

( Anybody home? )
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[OOC: Cliffhanger whaa? *looks innocent* Third preplayed verse, same as the first. But not the First. That's next season. Tara courtesy, again, mparker17.]

From: xharris@ucsd.edu
( Dear Bridge, Parker, and Isabel: )

From: xharris@ucsd.edu
( Dear Bridge, Parker, and Isabel: )

From: purplefrog@yahoo.com

( Dear Bridge: )

From: xharris@ucsd.edu

( Dear Bridge: )

( Dear Willow: )