MCA#0, Thursday Night

[needsaparrot]

After a night of patrolling with Mel turned into Slayerfest 2007, Xander had decided to pass on following that up with a trip to Caritas, and had instead headed home to relax. He could thus now be found curled up on the couch poking Amazon.com about a new copy of a certain book, now that his laptop was all shipshape and internets-getting again, post-blackout.
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[OOC: for certain expected guestages.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

//Ordering new reading material?// Way to state the obvious, there.

[needsaparrot]

"...Possibly. If we mean 'Did I lose my old copy somewhere in Tenerife.'"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

//Oh,// Bridge says. //I don't have *any* books, well I mean I have books but they're not books about sex and wow is this a weird conversation to be having when I'm like this.//

[needsaparrot]

"Well, it's not that I need the reference manual..." Xander coughs. "But the pictures are nice."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

//Oh,// Bridge is really not quite sure what to say to that. Especially given his current non-human-shaped form.

[needsaparrot]

"I ran across some guy studying it in the park this week." Xander frowns. "And then he pointed out that the new sheriff's name sounds like a porn star, so I may have to hate him forever."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

//The guy in the park, or the sheriff?// Bridge asks.

[needsaparrot]

"The guy in the park. I may just have to avoid the sheriff forever, so I don't accidentally call him Sheriff Ron Jeremy."