needsaparrot: (bitch please)
You know how when something embarrassing happens and contacting other humans is probably the Dumbest Thing Ever, you still do, just because there's the tiniest, tiniest chance it might not just be you and you have to confirm that even at the risk of... something embarrassing happening?

Huh. Maybe it's just Xander.

Then again, some days it's not Xander. He kinda loves those days.
needsaparrot: (ducking head)
Xander is exhausted when he finally makes it back to his apartment, and not the good kind of engagement-announcing, Parker-tormenting, hard work and butt-bow-threatening kind of exhaustion.

No, this would be more the missing fiancé, teleporting to Greece, climbing Mount Olympus, hey-let's-play 20-questions-with-the-gods kind of exhaustion. Plus there was hopscotch.

You'd think some of that would go away after he discovered Bridge had been rescued, but not so much. Xander's still bone-weary with worry, and probably will be until he makes it inside and sees him face-to--- "Bridge?"

[OOC: For he whose name is on Xander's ass. Still not you, Jamie.]
needsaparrot: (computer)


Ray was right. Sitting down wasn't a problem. Leaning back was a problem. Which was why Xander was sprawled out on his stomach on the living room rug, tapping away at his laptop.

Dear Willow:

You missed underwear gnomes. And people being shirtless in the park. And I miss you and I got a (top secret) tattoo. These things are only indirectly related. And also something else but I invoke BFF privilege #23 to not tell you what until later in exchange for you being the first person I tell when later happens.

How's tricks by you?

love,
Xander


It would be wrong to send it to himself and BCC both of them. But not like special hell wrong, so he hit Send.

[Linkdroppy, but open for the BFF if she wants to reply!]

needsaparrot: (ducking head)
"Did I mention one of the duties of Moral Support is to make sure I actually go in this place?" Xander asked as he peered in through the glass doors.

[OOC: For the roomie-in-law, NFB due to distance.]
needsaparrot: (with Bronwyn - wee me)
No matter how busy a day certain people might have had today (or yesterday, for that matter), at some point after the ice cream, there comes the bedtime. No, really.

[OOC: For the B-word people and eventually someone else. Whose name is not Madrox, Fray, Weasley, Cooper, Blank, Cox, Krevlornswath, or Animal. *waits to see who I forgot*]
needsaparrot: (worried)
Xander was all for radio when there was good news to report. He didn't even hold a grudge when the squirrels caught him drunk or talking about porn.

Zoe's announcement however? He could live without news like that. And when only one of his phone calls got any kind of an answer, Xander threw his laptop into its bag and headed down to the school to hit the library. Hopefully Willow just wasn't answering her phone because she was holed up there, right?

[OOC: Estaaaablishy, though Xander's call with Bridge is still being played out.]
needsaparrot: (z-xandir-confessional)
Xandir, to the camera. That...he's sure is there. Somewhere.

"First I wake up with Hot Bishounen Denial Dude and he flees at the sight of my undies, then the best I can pick up at the bar is some fashion-bitching, and then... then...

What's wrong with me? Am I fat? Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I am. It was all those twinkies, wasn't it? But they just kept popping out of that cellphone by the bed, and when a twinkie pops up in your face, what else are you supposed to do?

This sucks. I'm fat and I'm lonely and there's nobody to talk to but this weird purple frog that keeps staring at me and making gibberish sounds kind of like Ling-Ling does so I tried licking it but I didn't get [BLEEP]ed up at all and I...I can't believe I'm saying this, but I miss my roommates. I wanna go home!"

Non-existent Camera: *clicks off*


[NFI/establishy, but OOC is AOK.]
needsaparrot: (sleepy)

Xander woke up earlier than he normally would on the morning after Operation Please Don't Arrest Us. It could be something about motel rooms that set his traveling-with-a-slayer clock going, but it was mostly the empty bed. Empty room: no packing sounds, no shower noises, no lights turned on, and what little light there was outside was barely sneaking through the curtains.

He scrubbed his hair out of his face, clicked the bedside lamp on, and spotted the note on the table.

"Son of a..."

He reached for his phone, glad that speed dial #1 meant he didn't have to fumble with buttons, though the time-delay might have prevented his first words on pickup from being, 'Where the hell are you?' )



[Preplayed with the fabtastic [livejournal.com profile] bridge_carson, [livejournal.com profile] futurebucs_star, and [livejournal.com profile] tatooine_doofus. NFB due to distance, but OOC is welcome. Posted illegally early because I need TEH SLEEPS.]

needsaparrot: (ducking head)
Not that he had a problem with guests or he wouldn't have asked them to stay in the first place, but sometimes you needed to just get out and clear your head, which was why Xander was up on the roof, staring out at the town.

After what Angelus had done to Willow, Claire and Veronica, asking Mel not to kill him had been.....he really didn't want to think about what it had been, actually. Xanders traditionally attempt to avoid this thing called "self-examination." Worrying about other people is so much more fun. Oh wait, no. But at least he could distract himself by doing something useful. Sort of. Except that despite the fact that he and Dawn had the Best. Slayer. Ever.*, Willow was still asleep, so right now he wasn't feeling all that useful. Mostly just cold.

Yeah, that head-clearing thing was working out really well.
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*This statement has not been tested by the Food and Drug Administration. Consume Slayer at your own risk. Contents may settle during shipping. Batteries not included. Please check side of box for which model of Best. Slayer. Ever. is contained within: light, dark, or multi-colored.

[OOC: For... anybody who'd have a reason to wander up to the MCA roof.]
needsaparrot: (unshaven - serious)
While Fandom weirdness had been laying low for a while aside from certain timeline-related Moments Of Awkward, holiday and birthday-type activities had more than stepped up to fill in the space. So tonight's a rare night of relaxing in front of the tv, since most of Xander's non-party time this week has been spent up in the workshop, not being an elf. Exactly.

But certainly not burglarizing Christmas, unlike someone on his tv screen right now.

[OOC: For the non-redheaded tiny Jewish Santa b-word-person.]
needsaparrot: (omg!)
The door to the holosuite's shut, but there's a glittery green sign next to it that says "Bridge's Birthday Party" and a smaller one that says, "Push Here For Cake" above the entrance button.

Push it, and the door slides open to reveal a large room made entirely of Lego, including the furniture, light fixtures and posters on the walls. There's bouncy music playing, and random shifts of coincidentally Ranger-coded colored light bopping over said walls.

___
[OOC: Open, and up waaaaaaay early for slowplay. If you don't think your character would've been invited but you'd like to crash anyway, feel free - the light and sound would be noticeable through the lobby anytime the door opened to let someone in. You get an extra slice of cake if you know why this icon is so, so wrong.]
needsaparrot: (computer)
To: Parker
From: Xander
Date: Wednesday, October 17th

>Half relieved not to be there, half very very very ... concerned for you. And Bridge. And the others. Gah.

On the other hand, you're missing possessed board-games with funny monkeys. And, okay, man-eating spiders, but what's a little man-eating between friends, right?

Go ahead. Take it. That was me handing you the straight-line on a plate.

>*mutters to self in Chinese and wishes for you to be unemployed in secondary job*

How about underemployed? I'd settle for that. Keep the Slayer, lose the vampires. She could save the world from dust bunnies, mimes, and bad cheese. Oh, or we could just hire her out to protect all the other kids from the Invasion of the Parents this weekend, poor bastards.

No, I'm not sure if I mean the kids or the families. Better them than me, is all I'm saying. Thank God all I have to worry about is the evil undead.

And the bad cheese.

~Xander
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: (with Buffy)
Xander's in the kitchen, being thinky. And cooking. Which mostly consists of poking at the food synthesizer to see what wacky-but-still-edible things he can get it to make, since he knows better than to trust himself with an actual stovetop while engaging in thinkiness.

It's not bad thinkiness, necessarily - despite the construction project being over, and the last week of it being tainted with Umbridge-related nastiness, they had put the school back together. And Umbridge was gone. Resoundingly, loudly gone. Yay.

But other people are going to be gone too, which less with the yay. And, well. Thinky.
________________________________________
[OOC: for the less-than-pleased BF]
needsaparrot: (hi there)
While the Policeman's ball had been a fun ending to a productive week, and Monday had even started well, Xander's anniversary this month? DO NOT WANT.

Which is why, now that Bridge is feeling better, Xander's got his apartment all set up for a romantic evening.

You know. Pizza, highly-caffeinated soda, Galaxy Quest dvds.

__
[OOC: for the obvious person-type person.]
needsaparrot: (with Buffy)
Xander's cooking. Real cooking, not even pasta. Cooking with meat and veggies and something that passes for gravy. It's not really taking his mind off what he learned today, but it's letting him concentrate on something with set steps, instructions he has to follow. It's almost like work in that respect but he's less familiar with the process, and that helps today. Lets him only dwell on it in slow minutes while he's waiting for the potatoes to boil, how easy it is to take it for granted, even now. What he got back, the chance to spend time with with people he cares about, people he thought he'd lost. People - or at least one person - that he really needs to talk to, now.
__
[OOC: For Bridge. SP'd for great work-and-cleaning-parents'-house-ness]
needsaparrot: (xanderswillow)
To: wrosenberg@councilofw.co.org.uk
From: purplefrog@yahoo.com
Date: 6/27/2007: 5:18 pm
Subject: re: This, That, Other

*poke whenever you get back from wherever you've been all week* So am I going to Hell for supplying vodka to the underaged or just for dating them? Eight out of ten underage boyfriends want to know.

love, Xander
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To: purplefrog@yahoo.com
From: wrosenberg@councilofw.co.org.uk
Date: 6/28/2007: 2:57 am
Subject: re: re: This, That, Other

What, the gay sex and Barbie-stealing wasn't edgy enough for you? Show-off.

love, Willow
p.s. And now I shower. You do not want to know where I've been all week.
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.
__
[OOC: For the fort-buddy. ...Still not you, Madrox. A NWS scene follows this post, but is filtered.]

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