Fray-Adjacent

Funny how in THE FUTURE (unlike Sunnydale, it was worth noting for anybody thinking about relocation) helping save the world and cleaning up afterward enough times eventually got you slightly better living quarters -- and possibly more important to somebody with Xander's current issues, a place besides under the bed to put your not dirty tools and anything you might currently be building with them.

Like a cradle. For instance. As you do.

[OOC: for the b-word person, other locals, or calls/texts/banana-bombs, as you do.]

The last time Xander missed a really important call, he'd had no other excuse than not hearing the ringtone over his hometown falling into a sinkhole around his ears.

This time, at least he could say it wasn't his fault. The thing hadn't given so much as a buzz in the last two days -- which was actually kind of ridiculous, like half his construction clients had decided to go on vacation or something -- and then all of a sudden the message light was blinking at him from atop the pizza box he hadn't even opened yet.

Funny how, once he'd let it play, Xander really didn't give a crap that it wasn't his fault (or even entirely believe that, because... because there should've been something.)

He wasn't much in the mood for pizza anymore, either.
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[Open for texts/calls/people who live in THE FUTURE. Mmm, pizza.]

November 2011
Portalocity sucks (Isabel)

Xander and Bridge had meant to catch the same portal to Fandom's homecoming that Z did, but, er...

Moving on.

There were other ways of catching up with people, anyway, both in and out of Fandom. Say, for instance, by pulling out one's phone while chilling outside SPD headquarters watching the D-Squad cadets do mud-runs.

Technically, Xander was supposed to be power-washing the windows, but he knew from experience that they'd manage to splat mud at least two stories high by the time they were done, so there was no point in cleaning anything until they all trooped back into the building. Hence, the punching of familiar numbers, and the munching of familiar golden spongecake goodness while he waited for an answer.

"Hey, Will. How's it hangin' in--"

"How many times do I have to point out that I don't have anything that hangs, Xander?" He'd be more worried about fitting a foot down his throat alongside that twinkie if she wasn't snickering.

"Well, not at thirty, you don't. Though the way you're built, even when you're sixty--" You know, there was no earthly way this could go anywhere good.

"Xander!"

See? "I just mean you'll probably still look bangin' even as an old lady! What's wrong with that?" Sadly, that's actually what he did mean.

"I'm twenty-nine!"

Whoops. Mmm, toes. "Fine, fine, twenty-nine. I gained six months on you somewhere in the nineteen thirties. Point is, only you, me, Buffy and your driver's license know you're robbing the cradle, and it's not like I can talk."

He was actually risking some anklebone gnawing here, depending on whether the onagainoffagain was offagain or onagain this month, but the distraction was worth it, and last he'd heard, things were On with a capital DEAR GOD, WILLOW, NEVER LET YOUR GIRLFRIEND HAVE ACCESS TO YOUR TWITPIC ACCOUNT AGAIN.

"How is Kennedy, anyway? Did I mention I met a tiny version of her in Fandom this summer?"

"...Who?"

"...Off again again, huh?"

"Sweetie, I have no idea what you're talking about."

Wow, when those two fought, they really fought. Xander just hoped for her sake and possibly that of his imagination shut up that the epic make-up would be worth it.

[ILU SHANIE (AND TBQ) DUN HURT ME. Also open for calls/texts/invitations to Count Duckula's party/people in the FUTURE, as desired.]

June 2010
Juliet's Birthday (Rory, Cally)
July 2010
There's a what in the fishtank? (Bridge, Jen, Z)
October 2010
Homecoming Carnival (Bridge, Parker, Isabel, Billy, Z, Anakin)
At the dance
Sunnydale Preunion Oh God (Willow, Tara, Kennedy)
December 2010
New Year's Eve 2025 (Bridge, Z, Jen)
March 2011
Galaxy Quest Marathon (Bridge, Z, Jen)
June 2011
Strawberry Social (Kennedy)
August 2011
Twitterfeed (Bridge, a cast of thousands)

To: bcarson@spd.gov
From: acarson@spd.gov
Subject: Squid-raising 101

Hey, have you noticed anything weird about Cam-Mollusc recently? Off his feed, you think? He keeps rolling his ball over to the shelf with my dinosaur figures on it and knocking them all down.

love, Xander

P.S. Dinner at that place with the two-headed waiters tonight?

[E-mail is to the boy, obviously, but Xander's around for incoming mail, calls, or twinkies.]

"........ I have a meeting with the architects for the new section of the Abandoned Warehouse District in an hour and a half. NOT FUNNY, FANDOM!"

[OOC: And now you know where the elf clothes came from. Also, open for the B-word-person, the locals if they want to come knocking, or anybody with a grumpy, tinsel-strewn carpenter's cell number.]

September

Attack of the 50 Foot Dawn
In Which Parker Is Not A Guy

October

Homecoming: Arrival (Willow, Bridge, Z, Robin the frog)
Homecoming: Food (Cam, Alanna, Dawn, Isabel, Parker)
Homecoming Brunch (Bridge)

"...Huh."

[OOC: For anyone that might currently be in bed with him. Yes, that means the spouse. Threesomes cost extra, Madrox.]

July
(The Wishverse In Which Xander Is Not A Vampire)

Hunting Vampcicles with Parker
Find corpses with Parker. As you do.
With Isabel
With Isabel more: best vampire story ever
Dude, I'm a lieutenant; of course I'm going to tell you stuff you already know. It's my job.
Plans. dude. Plans for after the battle

August
Still not pregnant