Room 409

[soldtoarmenians]

[Xander responds to an e-mail.]

Xander, backpack still over one shoulder because he hadn't yet stopped by his own room to check out whether the earlier mess had been cleaned up or what the latest desecration of his bed might be, knocked twice on the closed door of dorky_broots' room.

"Anybody home?"

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[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, door's open. Damn." Cursing and falling objects could be heard from inside the room.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander gingerly opened the door, peeking in slowly to make sure nothing was likely to land on his head. Stranger things had happened before breakfast, even before he'd moved here.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots hastily showed a couple of t-shirts, computer parts, and books off the only chair in the room. "Sorry, I'm not known for being a neat freak. Um, you don't get along with your roommate right?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander tried to turn his laugh into a cough, or his cough into a laugh, or either into a snort, but they combined to form mecha-snork, which hurt his nose, and didn't have any cool robotic powers.

"You could say that, yeah." He sat down, unconcerned by the debris around him. "Don't worry about the room; not exactly Martha Stewart myself -- and that's on a good day. After this morning? This place is the Taj Mahal compared to mine."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Um, I was wondering about, um, er, what he was? And what happened in your room?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander raised an eyebrow. "Evil bloodsucking undead plus major dickweed, and I have absolutely no idea. Came home to find the room seriously and I mean seriously trashed -- but only his stuff. Which is a pretty big change from the usual, considering he uses my bed for an ashtray, most of the time."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Ew, why are you rooming with him then? Um, well, why do you call him evil?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander ticked the questions off on his fingers. "One, because principalconnor thought it would be funny; I'm laughing on the inside. Two, because evil scumsucking murdering all-the-hot-water-using-up son of a motherless three-testicled goat is too long to fit on his business cards."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Well, um, if you'd really like to you can probably move into my room." Broots indicates the couple of square feet not taken up by his various things. "Well, um, do you have any specific reasons for calling him evil?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander considered the size of space indicated, and smiled politely. "I'll...keep that in mind. For emergencies."

He crocheted knitted his brows. "Specific reasons for calling Angelus evil? Aside from the fact that he's a vampire, you mean?"

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots shrugged. "Yeah, aside from that. Which still creaps me out, tell you the truth."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Well, that's a healthy start. Vampires should creep you out, what with the whole evil, bloodsucking, yadda yadda thing. They're demons. At least the ones where I come from are."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"A healthy start would be being a few miles away, I'd think."

[soldtoarmenians]

"No argument there. But the dorms are paid for; off-campus housing..." Xander shook his head. "Not so much."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Um, yeah." Awkward pause. "How do you know Angelus anyway?"

((No problem, my inet died for most of the night anyway))

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander propped his elbows on his knees, and his chin on his open palms.

"The long, bloody, emotionally scarring version, or the short... bloody, emotionally scarring version? He dated one of my best friends, back when he had a soul. Things... didn't go well. People died. Also fish."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots bites down on his lip. "People died? That's...not good. How was he even allowed to go here?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander shrugged, his voice a bit bitter when he spoke. "Beats hell out of me. I guess he managed to snow somebody into thinking he was safe."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Wait, you said he was with one of your friends before? Sorry, I'm just a bit confused and very, very nervous."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander nodded. "Yeah, he dated Buffy. It was a Thing. Like big, orange, made out of rock, clobberin' time Thing."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Buffy?" Broots stares at Xander as if he grew a second head. "And why orange?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander nodded. Then he winced. "Wonder if she didn't want that getting around. I wouldn't want it getting around if I'd dated him."

He added after a second, "Orange because... I don't know. Cosmic radiation? Explains pretty much anything, really. Except for why Sue Storm and her clothes always went invisible at the same time, instead of the clothes first, no matter how many letters to the editor I... uh, people.... sent in."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots ignored the earlier, more boring, comments about dating and went right to the interesting part. "That's because the clothing was almost a part of her and when she made herself invisible, she made the clothes invisible too. So kinda like a second skin I guess? Stupid censors. I always thought it was kind of cheap of them and they just should have made it that her clothes didn't go invisible at all and just she did. That would have been very interesting."

[soldtoarmenians]

[OOC - zinged back over to the left and replied to the main post, so that the comments don't go all insanely skinny as they drift ever rightward. Link here.]

The True Xander

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: *Bows to your mastery of the snarky comments* You are truly Xander incarnate]

Re: The True Xander

[soldtoarmenians]

[ooc - Thankee!]

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

[soldtoarmenians]

[ooc - sweeps you up carefully and tapes you back together with Scotch Magic Tape.]

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[Continued from this thread, directly following this comment]

Broots ignored the earlier, more boring, comments about dating and went right to the interesting part. "That's because the clothing was almost a part of her and when she made herself invisible, she made the clothes invisible too. So kinda like a second skin I guess? Stupid censors. I always thought it was kind of cheap of them and they just should have made it that her clothes didn't go invisible at all and just she did. That would have been very interesting."

Xander grinned, nodding wildly. "Yeah! Because then she'd have to take 'em off if she wanted to sneak around anywhere." He coughed. "Which would, ah, obviously have added many interesting plot complications."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but at least it would have made sense logically, you know. Which superpower did you think was the coolest? I always loved Sue's. Seemed like the most useful." Broots is completely in his element now.

[soldtoarmenians]

"I dunno -- that Go Go Gadget Arms thing Reed had would be pretty handy for grabbing a new beer from the kitchen without having to get up," Xander offered. "For sheer coolness factor I'd have to go with the Silver Surfer, though. 'Cause...surfing. In space. It doesn't need to be useful."


[ooc - snerk. Ironically, I'm out of my element, since I had to go and make him reference a book I barely followed back when Marvel was my crack dealer.]

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"It doesn't have to be useful, but can you imagine what you could do with invisibility?" Broots is getting rather animated. "You could like, spy on people without having to hack into their bank accounts or tap their phone lines or anything. And no one would know you went and grabbed that beer."

((That makes two of us, I don't even know who the Silver Surfer is. I just saw the movie.))

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander raised an eyebrow. "True. Plus. One word: girls' showers."

He blinked. "Ok, two words."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but you could also get a camera installed. As easy."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander scratched his head. "You know, I think the roomie might actually be working on that one. Which makes him -- and if you tell anyone I said this, ever, I'll... pour all his hair products down the drain and tell him you did it -- not entirely without redeeming features."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots coughed. "Hair products? Why the hair products?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Have you seen his hair?" Xander responded incredulously. "Strand him on a desert island without blood, porn or shelter from the sun, and that guy would find some way to haul his anemic, flammable, extremely shapely lucky ass out of trouble and come out whistling. But take away his Paul Mitchell bottles? Cranky, cranky vampire."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots tried very hard not to burst out laughing. "So his hair is more precious to him then his um, un-life is?"

((Three days and going strong...))

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander laughed. "Well...maybe not in a crunch. I don't think he'd run back into a burning building for his mousse. But he'd stand around outside staring at the flames that he probably set and mutter that he could hear it screaming in there."

[[I wish I could say this is not my usual RPG situation, snerk. I have never, for instance, had RP!Xander spend a week realtime in the shower with RP!Anya... Ever. Nope, not me.]]

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing at the image. "So how long does it take him to get ready in the morning?"

((Heh! I think this is the longest I've gone. Just...not my style, not with my level of patience. Or lack of there of))

[soldtoarmenians]

"Couldn't tell you that one -- I try to be up and out of there before he's actually conscious, to avoid the whole... interacting with him... thing." Xander grimaced ruefully. "Which plays hell on a just-five-more-minutes-mom guy like me, but eh. Sleep is for classes, right?"

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"You have classes? Most of my teaches have vanished off of the face of the Earth. Not that I mind, more time with J here." Broots indicates his laptop, which upon closer inspection has a silver J stenciled on in the corner.

[soldtoarmenians]

"You..." Xander tried to come up with a diplomatic way to say 'need to get out more.' He settled for, "...really like computers, huh? Remind me to introduce you to Willow. I'm not sure if she ever named hers, but I distinctly remember actual tears over the tragic death of a hard-drive, freshman year."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"The death of a hard-drive is very painful, especially if you don't have a back up. Is, um, Willow here in school?" Broots pats his laptop on the 'head'.


((My harddrive died about a month ago. There were tears. And hey, naming computers is normal! *pets Spot*))

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander nodded. "Yeah, though I'm not sure if she's actually my Willow or not. We've got some weird-ass alternate timeline things going on around here, so I don't really trust that anybody I think I know is really who I think I know they are."

*is totally convince that sentence made sense*




((Oh, word. Tears, breakdowns, throwing of things. *pets ORAC and Minerva*))

((Also, am having to scraminos from the net for the night.))

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots nods, actually understanding what was said. "I know what you mean. The only person I know here is Miss Parker, and we seem to be on the same time. Like, we both remembering meeting for the past two summers, so the age lines up. But I've seen a lot of people walking around confused because the wrong people didn't/did recognize them." Nods.

((See ya morrow. Broots and Xander, who woulda thunk?))

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander nods back. "I think it's a different Buffy, not sure about Willow, definitely a different Faith. In the whole not-currently-trying-to-kill-us sense."