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( Dear Willow )

After sending off what felt like a really damn long e-mail to Willow, Xander checked his inbox and found one from Krycek and Jake, at which he grinned and immediately replied.

Then he went back to sitting on the foot of his bed, staring at the couple of bags he'd packed for the cabins, out of boxes that he hadn't even completely unpacked, trying to decide if there was anything else he could or should shove into them before they exploded.
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{~~The door is open to all like an open to all thing.~~ Yeeah notsomuch now. ;-)}

Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Location: 121

Xander doesn't appear to be here. The door is propped open with a set of unassembled wooden shelves on which the walnut stain is still drying. Hence the open door, so certain frogs don't start complaining loudly about the smell.

Within, Jeremiah is complaining loudly about the smell.

*Ribbbbbbblrrrrt!*

There's a note on the bulletin board that says "Gone to 227. Don't steal the frog, plz."

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[Here to enable someone's OCD]

Current Mood: hungry
Current Location: 121
Current Music: rbbbblert!

Weird didn't begin to describe this afternoon's common room experience. Oh, talking with Jamie Madrox and Bridge about movies and tv both ahead of and behind Xander's time had been... normal enough, for Fandom, and it was nice to catch up with Isabel. But then there was this whole thing with bookshelf building that was....uh yeah, and sent him fleeing to finally track down Willow to test his suspicions on why she'd been acting so strange... or at least confirm that she was, and... yup. Confirmation so not a problem.

And it was time to figure out just what the heck that was all about. Picking up a familiar object from his desk, Xander also grabbed a piece of appropriately froggie notepaper and scribbled 'Gone to see Willow' on it. He tacked the note to the bulletin board on the outside of his door, grinning at the photo of 'Charlene' Kawalsky pinned above it, then headed for the 5th floor.

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

Shaking his head at Willow's reply, Xander sat cross-legged on his bed, still kind of staring blankly at the screen. As you do. And frowning slightly. As you do sometimes.

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[Door open for guestages. Should any happen by...]

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