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needsaparrot) wrote2007-01-18 11:21 am
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Xander's room at the Arms, early Thursday Morning
Right, this wouldn't be Xander pacing around, worrying about Bridge and Z and cursing the lack of new news, in between poking verrrrry carefully at the old news in his in-box in case something jumps out and bites him. Which hey, Fandom, always a possibility.
He was also hoping he might hear from somebody who'd be likely to understand how completely fraxx0red his brain was right about now.
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He was also hoping he might hear from somebody who'd be likely to understand how completely fraxx0red his brain was right about now.
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Xander put his hands in his pockets. "That's all I know about her, though. Well, that and either there's bugs in the system again or she's running around with a scythe that there's no way she should have either."
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But also with the processing. "So maybe it's not crickets, after all."
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It was Fandom. Weirder things have happened.
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[ooc: and I crawl back under the covers for a couple hours. errrf]
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[*tucks you in*]
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