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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needsaparrot

Jeremiah stared at the room full of shivering, twitching humans, and sighed. And then figured he should voice his annoyance a little more loudly.

"BRRRRRRRRRIBBBBBBBBT!"

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OOC: Open for the dreamers!]

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Buffy opened her eyes again and was a little surprised to find herself leaning against Bridge. "Um. Hi?"

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Bridge wakes up with a start. "Hi?" He replies.

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1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

"That was weird," Buffy said, straightening up. "You okay? Everyone okay?" She looked around the room.