Fray-Adjacent

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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[OOC: For... anybody who'd have a reason to wander up to the MCA roof.]

Xander and Bridge had been having a late dinner when the call came in. Logan hadn't given a lot of details, but what he had said was enough to leave Xander uninterested in the meal that was probably cold on the kitchen counter by now.

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]

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.]

It was a wee bit nippy in the land of MCA today. So sayeth Xander's... yeah he was waaaay too mature to make that joke now. Rly. Or possibly he just sighed sadly when he realized the central heating was out, because there was nobody around to make that joke to except the frog, who was unimpressed. Oh well - doing something about it beat sitting around re-hashing the weekend and worrying about stuff he couldn't control.

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 later today tomorrow though. (ETA: I lied; work ate me and it seems lateish for an office post now.) Preplayed with lilpunkinbelly and cantjossme. MCA residents can feel free to either notice or ignore the brief cold snap, since it would've been fixed within the hour.]