needsaparrot | MCA #0, Thursday Night (Sleepy People)

To say it'd been a weird couple of weeks for a lot of his friends would be an understatement. Xander knew a movie night wasn't going to magically fix that, but it least it would give them a chance to relax a little.

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.

Willow	"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.
Xander	Xander's getting old, that's what it is.
Bridge	They're all sprawled around the living room of Xander's apartment...
River	River sat up in her bed. The red Osirian sun was setting outside...
Isabel	Isabel blinked as she recognized the garish decorations of the Crashdown. "The hell?"
Nadia	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!//"
Alec	He was playing a piano, and everyone was watching him.
Dawn	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."
Sam	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?
Mel	It's the same nightmare she has most nights. It's her and Harth running on the rooftops.
Buffy	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.]

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"I vote next time we bond over sundaes."

"Yeah cause...yeah." Isabel shook her head. "What was yours about? If it was anything like mine? Sundaes would definitely be better."

"People I know," Willow said. "You?"

"Same here," she nodded. "With cameo appearances by some untamed savage archetype and a weird guy with cheese."

Willow stared at her. "You too??"

"So that wasn't the result of too many tabasco laced cookies?" Isabel asked.

"Not unless I had some without knowing about it," Willow said.

"It's an acquired taste. So far the only person who's acquired a taste for it around here besides me is Dawn," Isabel said.

"I'll let the two of you be alone with that bonding," Willow said. "All yours, really."

Isabel laughed and it helped to shake off some of the uneasiness of the dream. "Personally I think she's my long lost alien little sister."

Willow gave a little smile. "Stranger things have happened?"

"Around here? Actually yes, I'm sure they have," she smiled. "Boring and mundane is what's actually unusual."

"Wouldn't mind some of it," Willow said. "Maybe this weekend will be nice and quiet."

Isabel stared. "I'm so blaming you when we're fending off the invading hordes."

Willow looked sheepish. "I didn't mean to!"

"That's what they all say," she said with mock exasperation. "And the next thing you know, the rabid garden gnomes are racing about trying to chew on your knees."

"We'll wear thick pants this weekend," Willow decided.

[ooc: bed for me. night!]

"Heavy boots," Isabel said. "Cause then you can punt them."

MCA #0, Thursday Night (Sleepy People)

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