needsaparrot: (b/x - hands2)
With the Fernovian bank robber behind bars, and an apology from Sky and Ghost about the way they'd treated him throughout the investigation, Bridge is feeling... pretty good about his day, actually, as he punches in the keycode for his quarters and steps inside, the door hissing closed behind him.

Which, of course, is when a red-headed knight fell on to his bed. )

[OOC: Like the redhead said! Also, yes, this happens after Z left for Homecoming.]
needsaparrot: (sprawl)
The weeks leading up to and following graduation had been... busy was not the word. Or well, it was one of the words, along with eventful, Fandomtastic, scary, heart-stopping, sad, worrying, nostalgia-inducing, work-filled, relieving, newsy, romantic, and occasionally MA-rated. Some of which weren't words, but whatever. It all added up to Xander not having had a chance to just flop down and vegetate in front of the tv for quite a while.

So.

Space Battles. He was almost up to the metal bikini.

[OOC: For the BFF. Will also be a linkdrop soonish, la.]
needsaparrot: (computer)
To: wrosenberg@councilofw.co.org.uk
From: purplefrog@yahoo.com
Date: 11/12/2007

Dear Willow )
needsaparrot: (computer)


Xander's on the couch with his laptop out, poking at the books for (Y)MCA. Damn if it hasn't been a busy month, between new tenants and repair jobs coming in. Not that he can complain; it'll give him something to answer when his fellow grads ask what he's been up to besides "went bowling, ate challah, and watched Dawn turn eighteen for the second time." That and reassure them that the fine upstanding Fandom tradition of crazy people on the radio hasn't died out.
____________________
[For ze boyfriend]

needsaparrot: (pondering)
Xander has a perfectly logical reason to be piling up pillows, blankets, and sofa cushions on the floor of the den. No, really.

Yeah, there'd been good parts to the last two weeks, and work - of several kinds - was fine, even though his Slayer's taking off for another dimension for the weekend.

But people leaving, people who left, people who might get a little nervous about the idea of him going anyplace... It would make anybody sane consider moving into a fort for the near future.

Granted that doesn't explain why Xander's doing it.
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[OOC: For the fort-buddy. ...Still not you, Madrox. A NWS scene follows this post, but is filtered.]
needsaparrot: (sleepy)
Possibly the turbo-snuggle thing currently going on has something to do with Xander having a few issues with saying goodbye to people. Or possibly he's just being a blanket-hog and Bridge happens to be inextricably tangled in said blanket. Some from column A, some from column B...
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[OOC: For the snuggled-with-permission. Which is still not you, Jamie.]
needsaparrot: (looking down)
Apparently the weekend -- exits and entrances, expected parties and unexpected reappearances, applause and explosions, and... brunch, as you do -- had finally caught up with Xander, because he was nursing one of those hide-behind-the-eyepatch headaches. He'd already taken something for it, but that was just keeping the dull throb from creeping out into the rest of his head.
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[OOC: for someone with a festive umbrella. No, not you, Jamie.]
needsaparrot: (ducking head)
That noise coming from Xander's apartment wasn't the rhythmic thumping of a head against a wall this time. It was the sound of a guy singing in the shower about ordinary days. Loudly. So loudly that he didn't hear the phone on the bathroom counter proving that Simon and Garfunkel made a really crappy counterpoint to Great Big Sea.

Until he stepped out, wiped the steam off the mirror, and had to fumble for the cell with wet fingers before it buzzed itself off the countertop.

Then there was an outgoing call.

Then came the thumping.

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[OOC: open for a specific call, but if anybody feels like dealing with him before then, he'll answer the door. He'll just be a basketcase.]
needsaparrot: (z-wee-sleepy)
Xander had a Very Exciting Weekend. He got to call 'Bossa on the radio and make skettis in the Common Room with Bridge and Pippi and Willow and Dawn and Mel and Evie and Alanna and Aly who threw sketti and then he got to sleep in Bridge's room and then he went to Maureeeeeeeeeeeeeeen's room and played with Aly and Jeremiah and a bunny and a puppy and and and... a boy with blue eyes and then Bridge came and he was worried which was bad but Xander said he was sorry so it was okay and then Isabel came and lots and lots of people needed hugs which are good but they can wear you out even if you're Almost Six and Too Big For Naps and also there were cookies and then there was a puppet show and then he came home to His Apartment that was Really Really His which was Apartment Zero like his friend who has pretty hair with lots of colors.

And now he's tucked up in a Really Big Bed 'cause even though he's Almost Six and Too Big For Naps, Xander is okay with sleeptimes 'cause even grownups have sleeptimes even if they're later than kid sleeptimes and grownups don't even ever have nearly as Very Exciting Weekends as kids do. So he's good as long as he has his froggie and a nightlight and Bridge isn't going away. "You're not goin' away, right?"
needsaparrot: (sleepy)
With everything he'd talked about yesterday with Parker and today with Willow, Isabel, Dawn and Alanna swirling around in his head, Xander had taken a long walk before finally heading back to his - his WTF - apartment. It hadn't really settled anything, but at least it had tired him out enough that he didn't think he'd be lying awake staring at the ceiling while stuff kept swirling.

Xander frowned when he entered the bedroom, though, because he knew for a fact that the bed had been empty when he left this afternoon.

Now there was a green stuffed frog sitting on his pillow.

Not that this was all that weird normally, but now? He narrowed his eye, then picked it up and carried it over to the shelf where it belonged.

...Fandom. It's Fandom, not Sunnydale, he repeated to himself when the lights were out and he had the blanket pulled up to his chin and he heard the soft *thump* *thump* *thump* of something hopping across the floor and landing on his bed. Which didn't stop him from pulling the covers up to his head and deciding he'd deal with it in the morning.
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[NFB, since fuzzygreenthing is omgsekrit]

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