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[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.

Dear Willow:

Robots? Create an unpleasant vacuum effect.

They also punch people, make you miss your other classes, are not vulnerable to flying twinkies unless you set them on fire (the twinkies, not the robots, though probably if you set the robots on fire they would be vulnerable to flying twinkies), cause license plates to fly at your face and hurt you, do not like it when you hold hands with other guys in a completely platonic way, jeez, are mean to your hair, are mean to John's feet, dance badly, indirectly cause situations where the strongest girl in the world accidentally hits you in the head with a boot because you are a butterfingers, threaten your little sister, and will only shut up and die already under the combined lethal force of bullets and George W. Bush..

Also? They suck.

Love, Xander.
_________________

After escaping the incredibly aptly-named-today Danger Shop, Xander went along to the Town Emergency Clinic with Pippi, Pip, Walter, Nadia, Sydney, and John, to get various OW seen to, then finally, finally came back home to 406. (Where before falling asleep he zipped off an e-mail, clearly.)

ZzzZZzzzzZZzzzzzzzdidwementionrobotssuck?ZZZZzzzzzZzzzzz

{NFB and locked, because it's mostly a link post, with a bit of Xander listening to his unheard voicemails, then he's outta here}

"Hey, frog-face," Xander said to Jeremiah as he came in.

Xander peeled off his dry, but still coffee-scented shirt, and after taking a whiff of his t-shirt, quickly figured out that the smell had soaked through, so that one got tossed into the box he was using for a hamper as well. Switching it out for a plain white one that just read "Buttery" in hot-pink letters, and God only knew where he'd picked that one up, he ( headed over to drop some food of the non-wriggling type into Jeremiah's tank )

He listened through the rest of his Friday calls, from Veronica, another new kid with a thick Scottish accent, and... Han Solo talking about-- Rightokayhangingupnow Talking about something Xander couldn't remember because of a very specific and localized case of brain-ebola-avoiding amnesia. Yes.

He hung up the phone and very carefully considered the outgoing calls he'd made in response to those voicemails, and where on God's pink and fluffy earth they might have gone.

Then he considered the chance that if he dived under his bed and never ever came out again, Jeremiah would figure out a way to carry Twinkies and new issues of Really Strong Guy Who Can Fly to Xander for the next fifty years or so.

There were some flying pigs on his roomie's pajamas that were about three times as likely, he reluctantly decided. Shaking his head, he headed for the door. "I'm going out," he told Jeremiah. "To be with people who are not frogs. To demonstrate my complete coolness with the fact that I am a moron. I'll let you know how that goes. Don't perve on Isabel while I'm gone - or at least take pictures, if you do."