Fray-Adjacent

So he had the basic necessities: popcorn, stuff in the kitchen for more substantial snacks, over-caffeinated soda and, of course, movies. The box of his things that had arrived from storage this week contained most of his dvds, not that he'd amassed all that many since Sunnydale went boom, but certainly enough for tonight.

And Harper had been nice enough to leave the place furnished with a less than basic necessity - the huge tv in the den. Xander wasn't about to claim this job didn't have perks.

So now he (and Jeremiah, who was supervising the proceedings from a table near the couch) were just ( waiting for people to show up. )

And, you know, ( fall asleep. As you do. )

To say it'd been a weird couple of weeks for a lot of his friends would be an understatement. Xander knew a movie night wasn't going to magically fix that, but it least it would give them a chance to relax a little.

So he had the basic necessities: popcorn, stuff in the kitchen for more substantial snacks, over-caffeinated soda and, of course, movies. The box of his things that had arrived from storage this week contained most of his dvds, not that he'd amassed all that many since Sunnydale went boom, but certainly enough for tonight.

And Harper had been nice enough to leave the place furnished with a less than basic necessity - the huge tv in the den. Xander wasn't about to claim this job didn't have perks.

So now he (and Jeremiah, who was supervising the proceedings from a table near the couch) was just waiting for people to show up.

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[OOC: Preplayed with... that whole group of people in the arrivals thread.]

Or possibly shortly before first period, if you still measured things that way.

"Hey. I let you sleep as long as I could, but this is kind of where you get off."

Xander blinked and opened his eye muzzily to catch a nice view of the ceiling of a luxury stretch Honda Civic. An unopened manila folder was still clutched in his hand, he noted. He'd barely functioned well enough when he got off the plane to find the arrivals desk, figure out which car was waiting for him, and crash in the back-seat while the driver loaded his luggage. Reading faxed printouts or checking his e-mail was somewhere up there with advanced physics at this point; he hadn't even been awake enough to remember to turn on his phone.

"I checked your stuff in at the hotel, but you'll have to walk on up there by yourself," the driver was saying. Xander shifted and stretched to find that the only thing in the car with him was his laptop bag, propped under his arm, and the folder. "End of the road for anything bigger than a golf cart."

"...golf cart?" That'd be about when Xander opened the door and looked outside.

He was pretty sure his driver said something to him after that. Possibly there was even a tip involved. Possibly the biggest tip the guy had ever received, or maybe a drycleaning receipt; he couldn't be sure. Xander was too busy walking and staring, a bag over his shoulder and a manila folder in his hand.

( Right about then, a few e-mails went out. Too bad he doesn't know that. )