The cheerleading statue in the case next to Xander ( was staring at him... )
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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. ]
mparker17. IC interaction c'est impossible; OOC is welcome.]mparker17. Comments AOK, beating me with sticks frowned upon. Um. Happy Birthday, Bridge? *runs*]
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. )
izzyalienqueen, Best. Roomie. Ever. OOC = AOK.]
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. )
saltandammo {pause for gender confusion}, beaucoup merci.]lilpunkinbelly. IC interaction not so much unless you happen to be 3.5 years ago; OOC is happyhappyjoyjoy.] 
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