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Xander'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.]

Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Location: 121

[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.

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
Subject: re: Yay I'm In England Also HELP

( Dear Willow )

Xander stopped typing for a moment, unzipped his suitcase, and dug into the pocket of yesterday's jeans for Willow's card; good thing he'd remembered or it probably would've gone through the wash. He unfolded it--

--and was, OMG, hugged. As real and solid as if someone were actually grabbing him: the feel of slender arms around him that packed a surprising amount of breath-stealing oomph, the scent of Suave green apple shampoo under his nose and smooth, soft hair tickling his chin as a head was laid against his shoulder for an all-too-brief moment, before there was nothing. He tried folding the card up and unfolding it again, but apparently it was a one-time only deal. Dam--

Waitaminite.

( Dear Willow: )

Xander sat with his laptop, now detangled from Pippi's crystal ball, and shook his head as he opened his e-mail program ~~and modded the fact that Willow totally had the computer refitted for both British and Amrican power and wireless before she gave it to him~~.

Could he possibly have a normal vacation? Was it possible to even think that sentence without bursting into hysterical giggles and making everybody crammed into Marty and Angela's room look at him even funnier than they usually did? Noooo. Instead, Angel had to go and get poisoned, and Not-the-Scoobies, UK edition (otherwise known as FHUK), had figured out that they should try to find the current HQ for the Watchers' Council to see if they had anything helpful. Using Willow's hacked WC files to consult Pippi's crystal ball and a call to Giles had netted them an address, and they were currently making plans to head off there.

Xander, meanwhile, was taking a second to breathe, and send an e-mail.

( Dear Willow )

Current Mood: worried

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

Current Mood: sore, but kinda satisfied.
Current Music: NOT LIKE THAT, SHUT UP!

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