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To: bcarson@spd.gov
From: acarson@spd.gov
Subject: Squid-raising 101

Hey, have you noticed anything weird about Cam-Mollusc recently? Off his feed, you think? He keeps rolling his ball over to the shelf with my dinosaur figures on it and knocking them all down.

love, Xander

P.S. Dinner at that place with the two-headed waiters tonight?

[E-mail is to the boy, obviously, but Xander's around for incoming mail, calls, or twinkies.]

Current Mood: confused

Current Mood: confused

Ray was right. Sitting down wasn't a problem. Leaning back was a problem. Which was why Xander was sprawled out on his stomach on the living room rug, tapping away at his laptop.

Dear Willow:

You missed underwear gnomes. And people being shirtless in the park. And I miss you and I got a (top secret) tattoo. These things are only indirectly related. And also something else but I invoke BFF privilege #23 to not tell you what until later in exchange for you being the first person I tell when later happens.

How's tricks by you?

love,
Xander

It would be wrong to send it to himself and BCC both of them. But not like special hell wrong, so he hit Send.

[Linkdroppy, but open for the BFF if she wants to reply!]

Current Mood: recumbent

Ray was right. Sitting down wasn't a problem. Leaning back was a problem. Which was why Xander was sprawled out on his stomach on the living room rug, tapping away at his laptop.

Dear Willow:

You missed underwear gnomes. And people being shirtless in the park. And I miss you and I got a (top secret) tattoo. These things are only indirectly related. And also something else but I invoke BFF privilege #23 to not tell you what until later in exchange for you being the first person I tell when later happens.

How's tricks by you?

love,
Xander

It would be wrong to send it to himself and BCC both of them. But not like special hell wrong, so he hit Send.

[Linkdroppy, but open for the BFF if she wants to reply!]

Current Mood: recumbent

Despite Willow's closing rhyme, Xander had walked home slowly after radio, thinking about... well, a little bit of everything. Fandom weirdness. Upcoming graduations. Sooner-coming anniversaries. Nanaimo bars.

What? He had to pass Luke's Diner.

When he lets himself into the apartment, he's glad to see Bridge's jacket draped over the back of a couch, but most of the lights are out. There's a dim glow from the master bedroom, and he follows it back there, quietly pushing the door open. The lamp on the nightstand is turned down to its lowest setting, just bright enough to make out the shape of Bridge's face in sleep, half pressed into the pillow.

After this morning's wake-up call, Xander doesn't have the heart to disturb him. Instead, he just stands in the doorway for a long time, watching the shift of the covers, rising and falling to the slow, steady sound of Bridge's breath.

Finally, he turns and walks back to the living room, pulling out his laptop to tap out one last e-mail before returning to crawl under the covers himself.

To: wrosenberg@councilofwatchers.co.uk
From: purplefrog@yahoo.com
Subject: Do not ask. Never, never ask.

Dear Willow:

I didn't lick the frog. Do you know a spell to....

...love, Xander

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[Linkstaaaablishy! B-word-person modded with permission.]

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To: wrosenberg@councilofwatchers.co.uk
From: purplefrog@yahoo.com
Subject: Know What's Funner Than Drunk-Dialing Parker?

Letting a five year old Bridge (see attachment) drunk-dial Parker. Except for the drunk part. No, he didn't stay five, or this e-mail would start with "I didn't lick the frog. Do you know a spell to..."

What else? Yeah, I can send you the podcasts of not-you and me reading the news - not sure why I didn't think of it before. But I'll skip last week's. My gift to you, because I love you and I don't want you to die of alcohol poisoning.

Speaking of gifts, my anniversary with Bridge is coming up on Sunday. I'm thinking one year plus or minus eighty-five and some change is just not the Lego Anniversary, y'know? Got any ideas?

love,
Xander

bridge5.jpg

[Estaaaablishy/linkdroppy. Xander is over here if you need him!]

Isabel had gone home after their meeting with Parker and Jarod, but Xander and Bridge had decided they'd be less wiped-out tomorrow if they stayed here instead of going back to the island. It'd have been nice if there were any rooms left at the Hyatt besides the rockstars-have-parties-in-the-jacuzzi kind, but any bed without living things besides him and Bridge in it would do, really, for one night.

At least this was a slow week, not another one filled with recovering from being taken over by somebody else for the weekend or visiting people in the clinic. Hate The Moon Day Parties and birthdays were a lot less exhausting. So was spending time with Bridge, meeting new tenants, and goofing off with old friends.

Tomorrow, though.... not so much with the goofing off. Xander flops back on the motel room bed and stretches, then sits back up, fiddling with the remote, kind of tired and wired at the same time.

[For the B-word-person. NFB due to distance, NWS due to magic fingers.]

From: Xander Harris
Subject: Non-Surprise Birthday Party

Who: Bridge Carson

When: December 6th, 6 p.m. FHT ~~and probably up early for slowplay~~

Where: Mauvaise Chance Apartments, 1st Floor Holosuite

Why: 42 ~~Free cake.~~ You don't turn 18 every day. Unless you're trapped in a time-loop.

Don't bring: Time-loops. Unattached limbs (detachable is fine). Vampires. Anything else is fair game.
____
[OOC: If you know Bridge but Xander doesn't know you, Willow ~~who was modded with permission~~ forwarded it.]

Current Mood: accomplished

Current Mood: accomplished

To: purplefrog@yahoo.com
From: wrosenberg@councilofw.co.org.uk
Date: 11/15/2007

Dear Xander: You'd BETTER be okay. I mean it, mister. Don't make me come over there... as soon as there's a there there again.

love,
your BFF who is not wigging out that your phone says it's out of area and e-mails to you or anybody with a fandomhigh address are bouncing because there's no post traumatic stress syndrome there at ALL, nope, no sir.
__

To: wrosenberg@councilofw.co.org.uk
From: mailer-daemon@yahoo.com
Subject: [message failed]

Mailbox "purplefrog" unreachable.

This may not be a permanent error.

>Dear Xander ...
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[OOC: Establishy, and NFB since it never reached the island!]

To: purplefrog@yahoo.com
From: wrosenberg@councilofw.co.org.uk
Date: 11/13/2007

Tech, low: ( I refer the distinguished gentleman... )
__

To: wrosenberg@councilofw.co.org.uk
From: mailer-daemon@yahoo.com
Subject: [message failed]

Mailbox "purplefrog" unreachable.

This may not be a permanent error.

>Tech, low: ...

Current Mood: WTF

Current Mood: WTF

To: wrosenberg@councilofw.co.org.uk
From: purplefrog@yahoo.com
Date: 11/12/2007

( Dear Willow )

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

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