Fray-Adjacent

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.]