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)
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

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: (computer)
Xander is typing an e-mail. As you do.

Dear Willow: )

Well, ok, Xander is staring at the screen with his finger poised over the delete key. But that's sort of like typing, right?
[OOC: For the Space Cadet who doesn't wear yellow. Not that Xander doesn't love her too. Just not in the same way. Really, really not in the same way.]
needsaparrot: (with Buffy)
Earlier, there was a call to Parker whose topics included cleaning, construction and missing Fandom. Also, certain plans for this evening.

Now, there is pasta bubbling on the stove and a Xander in the kitchen. Yes, despite the fact that the apartment came with a food replicator; it's a thing. A certain plans for this evening thing. A "two months ago we weren't a thing and now we're a thing again" thing.
[OOC: For....this will surprise no one, Bridge.]
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.]
needsaparrot: (sprawl)
After a busy week spent talking, listening, answering e-mail and doing several kinds of work, Xander's relaxing at home, flipping channels despite nothing interesting being on, because he's too lazy to get up and put in a dvd.
[OOC: For a structure that allows people or vehicles to cross an obstacle such as a river or canal or railway. NWS-ish obstacles, which follow in a filtered post.]
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.
[OOC: for someone with a festive umbrella. No, not you, Jamie.]
needsaparrot: (ducking head)
You'd think two days of monster-hunting, junk-food-eating and playing Power Rangers would wear out a pretty small five year old, right?

[For wee!bedtime]
needsaparrot: (looking down)
Right, this wouldn't be Xander pacing around, worrying about Bridge and Z and cursing the lack of new news, in between poking verrrrry carefully at the old news in his in-box in case something jumps out and bites him. Which hey, Fandom, always a possibility.

He was also hoping he might hear from somebody who'd be likely to understand how completely fraxx0red his brain was right about now.
[OOC: For [ profile] willbedone]

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