Fray-Adjacent

Xander woke up earlier than he normally would on the morning after Operation Please Don't Arrest Us. It could be something about motel rooms that set his traveling-with-a-slayer clock going, but it was mostly the empty bed. Empty room: no packing sounds, no shower noises, no lights turned on, and what little light there was outside was barely sneaking through the curtains.

He scrubbed his hair out of his face, clicked the bedside lamp on, and spotted the note on the table.

"Son of a..."

He reached for his phone, glad that speed dial #1 meant he didn't have to fumble with buttons, though the time-delay might have prevented his first words on pickup from being, ( 'Where the hell are you?' )

[Preplayed with the fabtastic bridge_carson, futurebucs_star, and tatooine_doofus. NFB due to distance, but OOC is welcome. Posted illegally early because I need TEH SLEEPS.]

Into each generation a Slayer is born, one girl in all the world, a Chosen One, one born with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil, blah, blah, blah.

...Xander Harris is not that girl.

There. That's better.
( The Boy He Used To Be )

Like yesterday, Xander was sitting in the chair by Willow's cot, his laptop open, still hoping for a reply from the other Willow to show up in his inbox. At least it wasn't his turn for an all-contact-is-cut-off heart attack; he'd gotten a short, annoyed answer from Kennedy when he'd tried calling her, that boiled down to "I don't know and right now I don't care and you can officially stick that pushpin in the Off Again column this week." It was just Willow who wasn't answering.

That made two of her. "Y'know, you could wake up anytime now," he said to the Willow in the bed. "If you don't do it soon, you're gonna miss the Snoopy Dance."

( In which there is another visitor. )

[Preplayed preplayed with with repeterpetrelli repeterpetrelli. NFI, broadcast is fine, OOC is love.]

One of the nice things about being a carpenter? You don't worry too much about frame-damage if you slam the hell out of your apartment door on the way in.

Also you can make nifty under-couch weapon-chests, which was where Xander headed directly after said hell-slamming.

( Xander and Logan have...contrasting viewpoints. )

[Preplayed with the lovely psycho_jackass. NFI, broadcast is fine, OOC is pie.]