August 4th: Mind the stumps
August 8th: Monkeys are always funny
August 15th: We wear not very short shorts
In Which There Are No Circus Folk
Which Isabel and Wyatt miss
Tony informs his plus-one
The Thing That Happens At The Wedding
In Which Xander Takes His Leave
Way Too Early Sunday Morning
Signs at MCA
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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[OOC: For... anybody who'd have a reason to wander up to the MCA roof.]
One of the nice things about being a carpenter? You don't worry too much about frame-damage if you slam the hell out of your apartment door on the way in.
Also you can make nifty under-couch weapon-chests, which was where Xander headed directly after said hell-slamming.
( Xander and Logan have...contrasting viewpoints. )
[Preplayed with the lovely psycho_jackass. NFI, broadcast is fine, OOC is pie.]
Why eat when you can pace your apartment and glance twitchily out the window all night?
[OOC: For the BF and the Invasion From Neptune]
[OOC: for someone with a festive umbrella. No, not you, Jamie.]
The apartments above were probably still warm, but that wouldn't last if he didn't get the heat started again, so Xander left a note at the office and on his door indicating for any similarly-nipped residents that yes, he was working on it. And he was. Two floors down -- one of them stairs-only -- in the sub-basement. Flashlight in one hand and box of matches in the other, staring at the boiler and wondering where exactly the pilot-light was on this model.
( As you do... )
[OOC: Closed to IC interaction; there'll be an open MCA office post