soldtoarmenians

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.]

E-mail sent from a cell-phone, stopped at a traffic light:

( Dear Dawn )
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( By the time they reached Willow.... )
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( Dear Bridge, Dawn, Parker, and Isabel )

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

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

From: xharris@ucsd.edu

( Dear Dawn and Bridge: )

( Dear Angela: )

( Dear Bridge, Parker, Rory and Nadia: )

From: xharris@ucsd.edu

( Dear Isabel: )


( Dear Willow: )


( Dear Bridge: )


( Dear Bridge, Parker, and John: )


To: wwyndam-pryce@lycos.com
Date: October 25th, 2000
Subject: ( Angel plus question )