B-Squad Common Room, SPD HQ [Evening, 11/23/2026]

[needsaparrot]

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.]

Comments

[needsaparrot]

"Maybe that just hasn't caught up with us yet?" Blame a couple Galaxy Quest episodes and Issue 294 of Bitterwoman Unlimited that he could even try to fake a guess about temporal physics. "There's your uplifting thought for the day..."

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

"Twenty-five years later it hasn't caught up to us?" Jen did look kind of sorry to be pointing that out, at least. "This is more than a little bit crazy."