Fray-Adjacent

Waiting around to hear from certain people who dropped major bombshells on him then ran off to spend the weekend someplace that might possibly have corpses? Why no. Alternating that with worry about other people, just for a change of pace? Of course not.

After all, Xander'd had a busy week. He'd rented two apartments (three if you counted the one for the chalk), met or re-met a bunch of very pretty interesting arms people, and been called cute on the radio. Plenty to think about that wasn't corpse-related.

So not thinking about that. At all. Nope.

[OOC: for a couple of returning wayfarers.]

It was a wee bit nippy in the land of MCA today. So sayeth Xander's... yeah he was waaaay too mature to make that joke now. Rly. Or possibly he just sighed sadly when he realized the central heating was out, because there was nobody around to make that joke to except the frog, who was unimpressed. Oh well - doing something about it beat sitting around re-hashing the weekend and worrying about stuff he couldn't control.

The apartments above were probably still warm, but that wouldn't last if he didn't get the heat started again, so Xander left a note at the office and on his door indicating for any similarly-nipped residents that yes, he was working on it. And he was. Two floors down -- one of them stairs-only -- in the sub-basement. Flashlight in one hand and box of matches in the other, staring at the boiler and wondering where exactly the pilot-light was on this model.

( As you do... )

[OOC: Closed to IC interaction; there'll be an open MCA office post later today tomorrow though. (ETA: I lied; work ate me and it seems lateish for an office post now.) Preplayed with lilpunkinbelly and cantjossme. MCA residents can feel free to either notice or ignore the brief cold snap, since it would've been fixed within the hour.]

Okay, so despite the whole 'drinking age whut?' aspect of the island which hadn't as far as Xander could tell changed much, he did have a moment of personal 'waitwhatamidoing.' Which resulted in snacks on the coffee table, pizza on the counter, and a choice of soft drinks or Homemade Viper Hooch. Which he did feel vaguely less guilty about when he remembered that it came from a minor in the first place.

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[For Parker and Bridge, NFB.]

You'd think after last night, Xander would be sleeping in, and he did try, but he woke sometime long before he felt really rested. Rather than stare at the ceiling until it was a decent hour to call...people, he got up, showered, and did stuff that wouldn't wake anybody up who wasn't already awake.

It was hella later in Brazil, so he did try to call there, but he was met only with Kennedy's apologetic voice. He left a message for Willow with her and a Happy Birthday one on Buffy's cell, then went back to peering at his laptop. Noting the number of truly new e-mails that had already come in, he decided the old ones could wait until he'd saved everybody some WTF.

To: ( E-mail flood victims ) ( Sorry about that... )

Then and only then did he let himself read through the messages he'd been sent while he was gone, with the cellphone on hands-free so he could finally listen to the rest of his voicemail while he read.

When the last 'old' message started playing, though, Xander lifted his gaze from the screen and just stared. And then made a call it was always going to be too early to make.

When three hours had passed with no response, he made another. Which was ALWAYS a link, yes.


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[OOC: Open for a call from izzyalienqueen that he's not expecting, as well.]