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First Floor Lobby [Friday Night]

It's been a quiet day and Fraser's very grateful for that. This time, last week, there was snow and power outages and a foul mouthed firefighter standing next to him.

This week, the lobby is quiet. He's taken to reading one of his borrowed library books when...

A student. Just one student whizzing by and Fraser returns to his book.

Another student. And two more. Fraser eyes them curiously and wonders if there was a school event that he'd missed the memo on.

After several other students exit the dormitory, Fraser frowns and puts the book down.

Something was up.

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"Yes." While his hat is still on Xander's head, Fraser steps closer and puts his arm right under Xander's nose. "The material is both durable yet has a definite elasticity that allows me to move."

He pulls the sleeve of the uniform up and flexes his shirt and then elbow.

~~Whoa hi arm.~~ WHOA HI ARM.

"Very... bendy."

"Precisely," Fraser nods and lets his arm fall to his side again. "The uniform allows both strenuous exercise and everyday comfort. And since I experience both strenuous exercise and a need for daily comfort, this uniform suits me well."

"Am I boring you?"

Xander swallows. "Boring? No. Not boring. Some other thing that is not boring."

Some tiny fragment of what had been his actual plan for distracting the Mountie manages to seep back into his head. "Actually I was kind of interested in the whole...thing. The Mountie thing. I poked around online and found some of the official websites and stuff, but boy, do I ever need to learn to use more specific search terms. You'd be... really surprised what 'mountie' brings up when you type it into Google."

"You're interested in Mounties?" Fraser looks geniunely pleased. "First of all, Royal Canadian Mounted Police would most likely be a better search term than the generic term of Mountie. It's more specificied and will allow you a more precise idea of what exactly a Mountie does."

"Also, if you're interested enough, I would be more then happy to tell you a little more about the RCMP and my experiences as a member of the RCMP."

"Well, yeah, actually." Xander's a little surprised ~~because he is occasionally SLOW, OMG, a fact of which we're all painfully aware by now~~ to find he's sincere in his answer.

"Like... do you guys all sing? Is that a recruitment requirement? I thought it might just be a Monty Python thing, but then I caught your free concert last night. Which was... not bad. Beat the Lumberjack Song all to hell."

Fraser nods, smiles then blushes a bright red.

"Singing is not generally a requirement, no." He coughs and looks at the elevator. "That was an unusual instance of attempting to aid someone in a decidedly extravagant gesture. I don't usually sing. Thank you very kindly for the compliment but singing is not a requirement of becoming a Mountie."

"If you're truly interested," Fraser says, "I would be more than happy to assist you."

He nods once. "Unfortunately, it's time for my nightly perimeter check. It's been very nice talking with you."

Parker was dead tired, but someone in the support room had mentioned Xander, and so, before she called Jarod, she made one last call.

*beeeeeep*

Xander pulled the phone from his pocket; he was about to hold up a hand to ask the Mountie to stay, because ~~duh, MOUNTIE~~ nightly perimeter check + Fearless Vampire Hunters? Not a good thing. But answering the damn phone required two hands. Or at least it did if you were Xander Harris and didn't actually own one of your own to practice on.

"Hello?"

"We're all in, Harris." Parker could find it in her to smile, just a little. "Couple people hurt, nobody dead, lotsa vamps deadinated, Darla and Dru... still kicking."

Despite the complete discomfuzzledness of his evening so far, Parker's voice -- and her words -- hit Xander like a kind of pleasantly destructive freight train. Which come to think of it pretty much described Parker in general. The week's tension snapped like a worn-out piano wire.

"Good to hear. Except for the last part, but even that's not exactly the surprise of the century."

"Yeah. I figure we're getting good practice for the next show." Parker sighed. "Is the Mountie angle covered?"

"Roger that. Angle completely..." People who were not vampires could not hear your adam's apple bob as you swallowed over the phone, right? And not even vampires -- well, not-Dru vampires anyway -- could hear your brain go to strange mental places. "Um. Covered."

"Fabulous. Great job, Harris. Thanks." Parker yawned. "Sleep tight, guy. Couldn't have done this without you. See you tomorrow."

After Xander closes his phone, Fraser smiles at him.

"If you're still interested in mountie's, feel free to come by and see me." He retrieves his hat off of Xander's head and tucks it under his arm. "Is there anything else I can help you with tonight?"

If Xander is now following the movement of the Arm rather than the hat, even though the minute Fraser touched it, it turned into a Hat again, he's totally not going to admit that. To, say, himself, let alone anybody else. Nope.

At the question, his mouth opens, and because somewhere in some dimension there is apparently a god who loves him, or at least likes setting him up for a fall by doing nice things to lure him into complacency, his mouth closes again before one of any number of possible answers can escape.

And because it's really Xander's lucky night, opens again with coherent words. "Nope, you're good to go. Thanks for the hat. I mean, um. Chat."

Well, mostly coherent words.

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