Xander's already handwavily sent out e-mails letting people know his new cellphone number if they didn't have it already, and his UC Sunnydale e-mail address, and... when he's leaving. Which he finally has to say 'tomorrow morning' about instead of 'Friday' because they're one and the same.
Now... he's still packing. Posters, folders, last-minute items and just stuff he wanted to leave up for as long as possible to make the room acknowledge that for now, he still lives here. Every so often he and Bridge are taking a break to look at pictures or watch a dvd, because at this point he's on the flipside of where he was yesterday: if he packs too fast, the room'll be empty, and Xander can't quite take that, not yet.
You can't really say Jeremiah's taking a break; he'd have to have been working in the first place for that to be true. He's just going back and forth between supervising the packing and supervising the loafing.
The door is open. Xander's yearbook is on the desk next to Jeremiah, for anyone who feels like signing it.
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[Open all day, or ping in tomorrow if needed since some importantomg people are unfortunately afk today. Good for slowplay until... it's done.]
Room 121, Morning
Aug. 30th, 2006 01:43 pmXander's really packing, this time, not just trying not to and failing. He doesn't want to, but the more he gets squared away now, the more time he'll have left to be with people, instead of doing this. And it's... going. Not well, but it's going. The only problem is he doesn't have enough suitcases, and they aren't nearly big enough, or maybe just not the right kind.
( Cut for packing woe )
Some things *cough*, he can carry in his head, of course, even if he didn't get a picture. Thing is, the thing is that ... he's going to have to carry all of what matters most in his head.
Because there's no room in his luggage for the whole damned island, or even a miniature giraffe no matter how weetiny he is, and the one thing Xander would leave everything behind for if he could make it fit...
Well.
Stupid Samsonite.
[For Bridge.]
( Cut for packing woe )
Some things *cough*, he can carry in his head, of course, even if he didn't get a picture. Thing is, the thing is that ... he's going to have to carry all of what matters most in his head.
Because there's no room in his luggage for the whole damned island, or even a miniature giraffe no matter how weetiny he is, and the one thing Xander would leave everything behind for if he could make it fit...
Well.
Stupid Samsonite.
[For Bridge.]
Room 121, Late Monday Morning
Jun. 12th, 2006 11:34 amXander stared at the package on his bed, which he'd just retrieved from the post office, a walk that his still generally-aching body wasn't real happy about. He'd had an idea what was in the package, though, and no idea how long it would last before spoiling. It was postmarked London, Florence, O'Fallon, and Castle Rock. It had stamps on it, but the date on them was slightly obscured by what he assumed were owl footprints. So yeah, he was gonna guess butterbeer and pumpkin juice.
He opened it carefully, or as carefully as his splinted-up hand would allow.
Butterbeer, pumpkin juice, and flobberworm larvae (dead). Joy.
He opened up his laptop. ( Dr Willo: )
He opened it carefully, or as carefully as his splinted-up hand would allow.
Butterbeer, pumpkin juice, and flobberworm larvae (dead). Joy.
He opened up his laptop. ( Dr Willo: )
Wee-kend YAYYYY
Apr. 30th, 2006 10:08 pmUnsent letter, written on the back of an Art History handout, in green highlighter ink. Mostly illegible, of course, but this is what Xander thinks it says:
( Deer Willow: )
( Deer Willow: )
Room 406, Thursday, 2nd period
Apr. 27th, 2006 09:56 amXander? Totally studying for Creature Languages.
By remote viewing, obviously, since his book is on his bed, his notes are in the laptop next to his book, and he is across the room from both, using a froggie treat tied to a pencil to try to teach Jeremiah how to dance to the Movie With Kevin Bacon In It That There Just Is No Good Meta Name For That's Simultaneously A Dancing Pun And A Pun On The Real Name soundtrack.
It's possible he's lost his mind due to finals week stress, of course. Or maybe he just had a really good day yesterday. After all, he built a swing-bed for a holographic dinosaur in Shopand watched his possibly b-word person be cute, got free study time in Magical Theory which he actually used for study, omg, visited the library where he finally got a library card and made it in and out of Special Collections without having to be rescued, then totally lost at cupcakes in the Common Room, woe. Except not.
It's possible the song playing is not the title songwhich scans a lot better in his dimension for some reason. It's possible Xander is grinning a lot, and it's possible that every so often he is glancing around to make sure no one is watching, then demonstrating the step he's trying to teach Jeremiah.
It would probably help if the door weren't open, huh.
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[ooc: *waves* Bored. The post, like the door, is open. It's set when Best Roomie Ever is in class, but iffen she wants to use it after class/gym, be my guest. And since Xander's 3rd period class is semi-cancelled, he's pretty much around all morning.]
By remote viewing, obviously, since his book is on his bed, his notes are in the laptop next to his book, and he is across the room from both, using a froggie treat tied to a pencil to try to teach Jeremiah how to dance to the Movie With Kevin Bacon In It That There Just Is No Good Meta Name For That's Simultaneously A Dancing Pun And A Pun On The Real Name soundtrack.
It's possible he's lost his mind due to finals week stress, of course. Or maybe he just had a really good day yesterday. After all, he built a swing-bed for a holographic dinosaur in Shop
It's possible the song playing is not the title song
It would probably help if the door weren't open, huh.
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[ooc: *waves* Bored. The post, like the door, is open. It's set when Best Roomie Ever is in class, but iffen she wants to use it after class/gym, be my guest. And since Xander's 3rd period class is semi-cancelled, he's pretty much around all morning.]
Things What Happened To Xander
Shop with...trees.
Common Room with...slime. And facepalming.
Thing What Should Be Making Xander's Ears Burn (but aren't, because not psychic omg)
Something tasteful in the school paper...
Journalistic Integrity includes stalking, yay. Or not.
Whaddya know, someone's dreaming again.
Shop wherein camping with Twinkies, yo.
Creature Languages wherein talking to a shark, yo.
Magical Theory wherein... um. Signing in, yo.
Weird Hometown Support Group, which has the best cookies, yo.
Yes, Monday is also known as The Day Wherein Xander Shares No Classes With Certain People, Yo. Before you ask.
Creature Languages wherein talking to a shark, yo.
Magical Theory wherein... um. Signing in, yo.
Weird Hometown Support Group, which has the best cookies, yo.
Yes, Monday is also known as The Day Wherein Xander Shares No Classes With Certain People, Yo. Before you ask.
Oh yeah, *that* day.
Feb. 14th, 2006 08:00 pmTraditionally? Not the best day for Xander Harris. Not that he was feeling bitter or emo or in any way cribbing from his ex, because that would require reading her bitter emo mind, and Xander lacked that power.. Ms. Calendar had done a fine job of reminding him exactly why, yesterday - which hit he'd taken like a very manly man, because yeah. Stupid and Xander are intimately acquainted, and not in the way that means you leave a scarf tied around the door handle to warn your roomie that you and Stupid are gettin' down to some funky scrapbookin' in the room, and she might wanna hit the Common Room for a while. A couple floors away.
Which... sounded like not that bad of an idea, if he actually didn't want to get bitter and emo about his current lack of a partner for any art projects besides the ones in Professor Car's class. Xander shook his head, grabbed his present from the roomie and, after a thoughtful glance at his desk, Jeremiah's tank-handle.
"Come on, pal. Let's go hang out with the other losers. Not that I need cheering up, but you look like you could use the company. You're kinda shading toward indigo there."
Granted, that might've been the result of that last can of amphibi-sticks with the funny black label that said 'Made in Ry'leh, contents may arise from the sunken depths and herald the return of the Great Old Ones. Get a free shub-niggurathling with three proofs of purchase and the soul of your firstborn tadpole.' Or not.
Together, they headed for the 2nd floor Common Room.
Which... sounded like not that bad of an idea, if he actually didn't want to get bitter and emo about his current lack of a partner for any art projects besides the ones in Professor Car's class. Xander shook his head, grabbed his present from the roomie and, after a thoughtful glance at his desk, Jeremiah's tank-handle.
"Come on, pal. Let's go hang out with the other losers. Not that I need cheering up, but you look like you could use the company. You're kinda shading toward indigo there."
Granted, that might've been the result of that last can of amphibi-sticks with the funny black label that said 'Made in Ry'leh, contents may arise from the sunken depths and herald the return of the Great Old Ones. Get a free shub-niggurathling with three proofs of purchase and the soul of your firstborn tadpole.' Or not.
Together, they headed for the 2nd floor Common Room.
Roundup for Jan 18th
Jan. 19th, 2006 12:18 amIt hadn't exactly been the most exciting of days, though it'd been a decent one in terms of no demons in Xander's locker, no
dontcallmeelis weevils in his Captain Crunch, and getting away (he hoped) with cannibalizing an old essay from Journalism in Shop class. It was cannibalism of TRIBUTE, man. Tribute to duct tape, and to Spider J.
Plus during his empty third period, Xander finally located the TAs' Lounge, and chatted with Samand Angel. But not about pranking the newbies, because that would be wrong.
And while Magical Theory had brought up some *cough* uncomfortable memories of witchcraft-related issues, it'd still been a good class - how could an hour where they were invited to trash The Craft not be?
So not a day of suckage either. He ended it by hanging in his room, listening to The Best of the Dr. Demento Show on his CD drive, wondering if frogs had taste in music since they didn't have visible ears, and surfing the net forporn highly educational purposes. At least until he wasn't alone any longer... Ah, Command+Tab, a friend you are to me...
Of course, the radio broadcast had sounded a little weirdand kinda gay, but he'd been pretty much asleep when he'd heard it, so he couldn't really remember why...
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Plus during his empty third period, Xander finally located the TAs' Lounge, and chatted with Sam
And while Magical Theory had brought up some *cough* uncomfortable memories of witchcraft-related issues, it'd still been a good class - how could an hour where they were invited to trash The Craft not be?
So not a day of suckage either. He ended it by hanging in his room, listening to The Best of the Dr. Demento Show on his CD drive, wondering if frogs had taste in music since they didn't have visible ears, and surfing the net for
Of course, the radio broadcast had sounded a little weird
Roundup for January 11th
Jan. 11th, 2006 11:57 am{Purely for linky historical purposes. NFB, since it's not actual RP, just a summary. And desperately non-narrative again.}
In Shop, Xander did not impress himself with his commando skills but his ass-kicking little sib kind of made up for that lack.
In Magical Theory, there was speculation about vampires and crosses, and unsettling vague references to love spells and the threat of being less vague about them later in the semester.
Back in 406, Isabel clued Xander in to the existence of her not-twin, and Sam dropped by to talk about gremlin bites, the radio, and TA-ing, while politely ignoring Xander's lack of a magic bone.
In Shop, Xander did not impress himself with his commando skills but his ass-kicking little sib kind of made up for that lack.
In Magical Theory, there was speculation about vampires and crosses, and unsettling vague references to love spells and the threat of being less vague about them later in the semester.
Back in 406, Isabel clued Xander in to the existence of her not-twin, and Sam dropped by to talk about gremlin bites, the radio, and TA-ing, while politely ignoring Xander's lack of a magic bone.
Sept. 12th, 2005 - 2
Sep. 12th, 2005 01:00 pmEnrolled in Music class because it's totally an easy A dude. The teacher says dude. Constantly. Also excellent. And appears to be in a band. This is not Ms. Waldrop and her eleventh grade kazoo section here.
Also Manipulation, Myth, and Magic, because hey, it can't hurt to actually take a class in the stuff vs.just blackmailing people into casting love spells for me falling asleep over Giles' books. He's in it too, though. <sarcasm>Party on.</sarcasm>
And since we have to take at least 3 classes, enrolled in Journalism 101 for the third. Turned in the homework already, since it's a topic near and dear to my heart.
Met up with Laura Holt, who offered me a place to stay if things get tooannoying unbearable with the roomie. Score! And Faith, who seems not to be from my version of Sunnydale, and who totally accused me in subtext of having the hots for Angel which I totally don't, eww makes me nervous, no matter how much 'good behavior' she's on.
Also hit the Pub, which yay, serves students, and WTF, is run by Spike. Yeah, that Spike. The evil, undead, platinum-blond one. Met Buffy's roomie too, though, so not all bad there.
Also Manipulation, Myth, and Magic, because hey, it can't hurt to actually take a class in the stuff vs.
And since we have to take at least 3 classes, enrolled in Journalism 101 for the third. Turned in the homework already, since it's a topic near and dear to my heart.
Met up with Laura Holt, who offered me a place to stay if things get too
Also hit the Pub, which yay, serves students, and WTF, is run by Spike. Yeah, that Spike. The evil, undead, platinum-blond one. Met Buffy's roomie too, though, so not all bad there.