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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[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."