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]

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."