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( Midnight in London )
( Midnight in L.A. )
( Midnight over Ohio )
[OOC: And you can now find Xander here, at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
needsaparrot]
( Midnight in L.A. )
( Midnight over Ohio )
[OOC: And you can now find Xander here, at
needsaparrot]
December 6th, 2006 - Cleveland
Jan. 16th, 2007 02:49 amFrom: purplefrog@yahoo.com
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
( Dear Bridge... )
( 'What're you doing over there?' Larry asked... )
[Open for OOC, yaddayadda fishcakes!]
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
( Dear Bridge... )
( 'What're you doing over there?' Larry asked... )
[Open for OOC, yaddayadda fishcakes!]
[havetoolswilltravel has logged on]
[notthewatcher has logged on]
notthewatcher: ( *pokes you* )
[Preplayed with lilpunkinbelly; underpass stolen from mparkerceo. *blames krycekrat and fh_anonymous for wheeEEEeeeeee* OOC quite welcome. ]
L.A. (no, the other L.A.) - May 2006
Jan. 4th, 2007 12:13 amSpring found Xander heading back to California. Not for a Watchers' Council job, though he was starting to think he'd had about enough of the corn-and-farmhouse trail for a while. This was simpler: he needed to renew his driver's license every year, and it was easiest to keep it in the same state. Driver's license meant eye test, and eye test meant doing that annual checkup thing too, and it all ended up with him in L.A., an empty night on his hands and not sure ( what to do with it. )
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[OOC: Preplayed with the faaaaaabulouskaraoke_lizard. Not open for IC interaction, what with being a dimension and half a year away, but OOC commenty quite welcome.]
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[OOC: Preplayed with the faaaaaabulous
karaoke_lizard. Not open for IC interaction, what with being a dimension and half a year away, but OOC commenty quite welcome.]January 2005
( You know when it's *really* time to get the &@#$ off the West Coast? )
June 2005
( The thing about getting off the California run... )
December 2005
( Dear Bridge... )
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[OOC2: No habla IC; OOC spoken here, si. Preplayed with muchas gracias tomparker17. Cut for length and a bit of NWS language.]
( You know when it's *really* time to get the &@#$ off the West Coast? )
June 2005
( The thing about getting off the California run... )
December 2005
( Dear Bridge... )
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[OOC2: No habla IC; OOC spoken here, si. Preplayed with muchas gracias to
mparker17. Cut for length and a bit of NWS language.]Sunnydale, March 18th, 2003
Dec. 9th, 2006 08:21 pm
The cheerleading statue in the case next to Xander ( was staring at him... )
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[OOC: No, I didn't make Parker write this with me either. I did draft
lilpunkinbelly to fight by Xander's side, though, for which I squish her. Cut for length, images, spoiler, and more length. OOC comments both loved and feared. ]Tags:
( Pack a bag, Buffy had told him. )
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[OOC: preplayed with much thanks tomparker17. IC interaction c'est impossible; OOC is welcome.]
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[OOC: preplayed with much thanks to
mparker17. IC interaction c'est impossible; OOC is welcome.]Sunnydale, March 14th, 2003
Dec. 6th, 2006 09:57 pmThis whole 'get some sleep' thing was easier said than done, Xander decided, but then, that was hospitals for you. Not that they hadn't hooked him up with the good drugs, he'd give 'em that, but the problem was they were just good enough that when he did close his eyes and drift off, ( everything bloomed again in color and light behind the lids )
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[OOC: Cut for length, wrongmeanevil icons, and That Bad Thing That Happens To Xander. Preplayed with the fabumparker17. Comments AOK, beating me with sticks frowned upon. Um. Happy Birthday, Bridge? *runs*]
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[OOC: Cut for length, wrongmeanevil icons, and That Bad Thing That Happens To Xander. Preplayed with the fabu
mparker17. Comments AOK, beating me with sticks frowned upon. Um. Happy Birthday, Bridge? *runs*]
Sunnydale, February 2003
Dec. 6th, 2006 03:26 amTo: hotsauce@yahoo.com
From: purplefrog@yahoo.com
Date: February 18th, 2003
Subject: re: re: re: Hi!
( Dear Isabel )
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( Dear Dawn: )
From: purplefrog@yahoo.com
Date: February 18th, 2003
Subject: re: re: re: Hi!
( Dear Isabel )
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( Dear Dawn: )
Sunnydale, February 2003
Dec. 5th, 2006 01:34 am5 times Xander and Faith surprised each other ( Dirty )
[OOC: NWS, if only in an implicit manner. And no, I did not make Parker write that with me. :-P]
[OOC: NWS, if only in an implicit manner. And no, I did not make Parker write that with me. :-P]
Sunnydale, January 2003
Dec. 4th, 2006 01:31 am
January 28th, 2003
Usually if Xander was going to sneak off by himself -- not that he was the king of sneak these days since a) cellphone and b) everybody who needed to know knew where he was hiding -- he'd take his laptop and hit the Espresso Pump. Free wireless, all the coffee-flavored sugar he could suck down, and the open-air cafe thing gave him a front-row seat for keeping an eye on the stuff he really wasn't sneaking away from because hi, hellmouth. Not like you could get away from it.
But today he'd walked up to the coffee shop, taken one look inside, and with a sigh, turned right back around. ( Strike one hidey-hole, then. )
January 31st, 2003
"On the plus side, " ( Xander said... )
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[Preplayed with
izzyalienqueen, Best. Roomie. Ever. OOC = AOK.]Sunnydale, November 2002
Dec. 2nd, 2006 04:51 am
November 12th, 2002, evening
Patrolling a cemetery by himself would be stupid, and Xander might be dumb sometimes, but he wasn't stupid. That's why he wasn't patrolling a cemetery by himself. He was just hanging around. In a cemetery. By himself.
( Okay, not really. )
November 13th, 2002, very early morning
They sat in the wreck of the Summers living room and ( went around the circle )
November 21st, 2002
( On reflection, Xander decided a week later... )
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[IC non, OOC oui. La belle
saltandammo {pause for gender confusion}, beaucoup merci.]Sunnydale, October 8th, 2002
Nov. 27th, 2006 10:30 pmXander wasn't sure whether he wished the drive from the Summers house to the Sunnydale airport was longer, or shorter. He supposed it depended on whether he thought about the person whose plane they were meeting, or ( the person in the seat beside him. )
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[Preplayed for great yay withlilpunkinbelly. IC interaction not so much unless you happen to be 3.5 years ago; OOC is happyhappyjoyjoy.]
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[Preplayed for great yay with
lilpunkinbelly. IC interaction not so much unless you happen to be 3.5 years ago; OOC is happyhappyjoyjoy.]Sunnydale, May 7th, 2002
Nov. 20th, 2006 05:25 am
Ten years from now if you ask Xander Harris what he remembers about today, it'll be the same things he could list off when he wakes up tomorrow. What's sharp and what's blurred won't change. It's utterly random and utterly not, less about meaning than it is about sounds, pictures, the feeling of wind whipping his clothes and slicing into his cheek as it passed.
( These things will be clear: )
[OOC: Cut for length, images, stream-of-consciousness, character-deaths of the canon-but-not-exactly-as-they-happened-in-canon variety, violence, eww-factor, egregious offscreening of Giles and his badassitude of utter hotness, and preplayed lack of yellow crayon with the wondrous
willbedone. Links in the text are to summaries of the BtVS canon episodes Seeing Red, Villains, Two to Go and Grave (and these links are to the full transcripts), for those who never saw them or want a refresher, though obviously some things are happening differently here.]Sunnydale, January 15th, 2002
Nov. 18th, 2006 11:27 pmFrom: 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 with1ordinarygirl for great yay. No IC interaction, yaddayadda-bingbang, OOC quite welcome.]
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: December 16th, 2001
Nov. 17th, 2006 09:48 pmFrom: xharris@ucsd.edu
To: m.parker@fandomhigh.net, bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
Subject: Misty watercolor memories
Hey Parker, remember that guy we met on Spring Break? ( Well... )
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[OOC: Pre-played with the ever-delightfulpsycho_jackass; obviously not up for IC interaction, but OOC is love and joy.]
To: m.parker@fandomhigh.net, bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
Subject: Misty watercolor memories
Hey Parker, remember that guy we met on Spring Break? ( Well... )
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[OOC: Pre-played with the ever-delightful
psycho_jackass; obviously not up for IC interaction, but OOC is love and joy.]
