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To: Parker
From: Xander
Date: Wednesday, October 17th

>Half relieved not to be there, half very very very ... concerned for you. And Bridge. And the others. Gah.

On the other hand, you're missing possessed board-games with funny monkeys. And, okay, man-eating spiders, but what's a little man-eating between friends, right?

Go ahead. Take it. That was me handing you the straight-line on a plate.

>*mutters to self in Chinese and wishes for you to be unemployed in secondary job*

How about underemployed? I'd settle for that. Keep the Slayer, lose the vampires. She could save the world from dust bunnies, mimes, and bad cheese. Oh, or we could just hire her out to protect all the other kids from the Invasion of the Parents this weekend, poor bastards.

No, I'm not sure if I mean the kids or the families. Better them than me, is all I'm saying. Thank God all I have to worry about is the evil undead.

And the bad cheese.

~Xander

This wasn't exactly what Xander had had in mind for the six-month anniversary of... there being anything to have an anniversary of, but given various conversations yesterday, it doesn't seem like something to be put off.

"Sorry, not quite the date I had planned," he says, leaning against a rather tall headstone.

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[OOC: For the boyfriend, and they'll be out of there before any other hijinx might occur, if you're planning to use the graveyard tonight. That they were here is fine for broadcast, what they were up to, not so much.]

Homecoming weekend and talking to old friends? Good.

Old friends who call to tell you about infestations of the undead? Not so good.

At this point Xander's just grateful there's at least one person he won't have to leave a voice-mail for, since he's already here.

"That's the last of them," Xander says, thumbing off his phone. "For now, anyway."
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[OOC: For Bridge, infesty discussion topics NFB, please.]

Current Mood: thoughtful

Current Mood: thoughtful

Ooh look, a dining room table. With food on it.

Since he's himself again, Xander's figuring it's probably his turn to make breakfast - or in this case brunch, since he's waiting for Bridge's class to let out before feeding him. Which he's all for, because brunch is very firmly daylight, and right now? Daylight is of the good.

Somebody to eat said food would be good too.
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[OOC: for the b-word-person. Bitey-fangy-pointy conversation topics NFB, please.]

Bridge	He is somewhere in that realm between wakefulness and sleep, where nothing much matters except he's warm and comfortable. Of course, he isn't yet aware of the fact that his pillow isn't so much a pillow as... another person.
Xander	The other person, on the other hand, is warm, but blinkily realizing that 'comfortable' doesn't quite describe the situation. What with the body on top of him and his hands stuck somewhere up above his head like they are. "Nnnrgh..."
Bridge	"Huh?" a little more awake now, but not by much, he lifts his head and peers blearily at the not-a-pillow person. "Uh. Hi?"
Xander	The not-a-pillow person opens one eye. He's trying for both, but only one seems to be listening. As it were. "......Gyaaaah!"

( Cut for length and naked pirates )

[OOC: Preplayed with

bridge_carson, TBC much later in comments because time zones and work schedules are eeeeeeevil. Vaguely NWS in concept since yes Jamie, everyone is NAKED, but since that doesn't carry over so much in print, it's pretty tame.]

Current Mood: confused

Bridge	He is somewhere in that realm between wakefulness and sleep, where nothing much matters except he's warm and comfortable. Of course, he isn't yet aware of the fact that his pillow isn't so much a pillow as... another person.
Xander	The other person, on the other hand, is warm, but blinkily realizing that 'comfortable' doesn't quite describe the situation. What with the body on top of him and his hands stuck somewhere up above his head like they are. "Nnnrgh..."
Bridge	"Huh?" a little more awake now, but not by much, he lifts his head and peers blearily at the not-a-pillow person. "Uh. Hi?"
Xander	The not-a-pillow person opens one eye. He's trying for both, but only one seems to be listening. As it were. "......Gyaaaah!"

( Cut for length and naked pirates )

[OOC: Preplayed with

Current Mood: confused

Xander's on the couch with his laptop out, poking at the books for (Y)MCA. Damn if it hasn't been a busy month, between new tenants and repair jobs coming in. Not that he can complain; it'll give him something to answer when his fellow grads ask what he's been up to besides "went bowling, ate challah, and watched Dawn turn eighteen for the second time." That and reassure them that the fine upstanding Fandom tradition of crazy people on the radio hasn't died out.
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[For ze boyfriend]

Current Mood: relaxed

Current Mood: relaxed

Shockingly, what with it not being light out yet outside, it's not light out inside either. Or,uh, light in. Which is to say, the lights are out. Because people are sleeping. As you do when the lights are out (among other things but no really, they're sleeping) because it's omgwtfit'snotevenlightoutyet A.M.

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[OOC: For the other person in the bed. Still not you, Madrox.]

Current Mood: asleeps

Current Mood: asleeps

Xander's in the kitchen, being thinky. And cooking. Which mostly consists of poking at the food synthesizer to see what wacky-but-still-edible things he can get it to make, since he knows better than to trust himself with an actual stovetop while engaging in thinkiness.

It's not bad thinkiness, necessarily - despite the construction project being over, and the last week of it being tainted with Umbridge-related nastiness, they had put the school back together. And Umbridge was gone. Resoundingly, loudly gone. Yay.

But other people are going to be gone too, which less with the yay. And, well. Thinky.
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[OOC: for the less-than-pleased BF]

Current Mood: thinky

Current Mood: thinky

There is a lump under the covers. It's vaguely Xander-shaped, but that is of course no guarantee that it actually is Xander, all tuckered out from...uh. Working. Yes. The day before yesterday. And the oh so exhausting reading of e-mail.

It might not be him. It could be pillows, or a pile of sleepy gremlins, or, hey, it could be a giant puppet-Xander made out of Xander's clothes with a lot of twinkies for filling and a stuffed frog for a head.

Or it could just be Xander with a stuffed frog on his head.
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[OOC: For Bridge, and up early for great 'timezones and workschedules suck' justice.]

Current Mood: sleepy

Current Mood: sleepy

While the Policeman's ball had been a fun ending to a productive week, and Monday had even started well, Xander's anniversary this month? DO NOT WANT.

Which is why, now that Bridge is feeling better, Xander's got his apartment all set up for a romantic evening.

You know. Pizza, highly-caffeinated soda, Galaxy Quest dvds.

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[OOC: for the obvious person-type person.]

Xander's channel-flipping absently, trying to distract himself from the thought that Isabel left today, but not doing such a great job of it. When he had work to do, the physical kind or just meeting new aliens and renting them rooms, as you do, it was better. Now, though, he can't actually seem to pay attention to one show long enough to not think. TV is failing him. This is wrong! So very wrong.
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[OOC: for a certain unlawful curfew-breaker.]

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