MCA #0, Thursday Night (Sleepy People)
Feb. 15th, 2007 09:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So he had the basic necessities: popcorn, stuff in the kitchen for more substantial snacks, over-caffeinated soda and, of course, movies. The box of his things that had arrived from storage this week contained most of his dvds, not that he'd amassed all that many since Sunnydale went boom, but certainly enough for tonight.
And Harper had been nice enough to leave the place furnished with a less than basic necessity - the huge tv in the den. Xander wasn't about to claim this job didn't have perks.
So now he (and Jeremiah, who was supervising the proceedings from a table near the couch) were just ( waiting for people to show up. )
And, you know, fall asleep. As you do.
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"I think it’s strange," Willow says. She’s typing on her label maker, printing out ribbon after ribbon of words that she doesn’t bother to read. |
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Xander's getting old, that's what it is. |
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They're all sprawled around the living room of Xander's apartment... |
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River sat up in her bed. The red Osirian sun was setting outside... |
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Isabel blinked as she recognized the garish decorations of the Crashdown. "The hell?" |
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It was warm and dark. Night time. Every now and then, she'd hear a little girl's giggle, and she'd lift the edge of the threadbare blanket she was hiding under to look out into the darkness of the long room that served as the orphanage dormitory. "//Psst! Nadia! Are you awake? Nadia!//" |
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He was playing a piano, and everyone was watching him. |
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Dawn curled into Sam's side as she drifted into sleep, the noise of the movie fading away. A few minutes later, she jerked awake, blinked her eyes and sat up, stretching. "I guess I was more tired than I thought." |
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Sam gave a little snort as he woke up and looked around in bleary confusion. He didn't remember him and Dawn coming home from the party, and yet there they were, him in his bed, and Dawn...packing? |
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It's the same nightmare she has most nights. It's her and Harth running on the rooftops. |
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She was at the Zoo, watching the striped cat. It was lounging on a stone behind the bars, watching her cautiously. "Hi," Buffy said, holding out a hand. |
[OOC: Preplayed with *points up* those people. This is cantjossme's and
1ordinarygirl's show; I just donated the stage. Special thanks to
game_of_you for return appearances, and
kypriothschoice for not being herself. ...Um. For being people who are not her! And everyone for getting everything in on time and making me be not crazy. And my roommate for not killing me. The end. Except for OOC comments quite welcome after the tiny OCD is up. The real end.]