Application: Xander Harris
Oh crap. He hoped no one had made a wish about wanting the world to be Disneyland. That'd be his luck. Just as he was heading back home to good old Sunnyhell. He wondered how his girls were doing. Whether they even remembered he was gone.
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
"Xander Harris" Okay...Mickey and the Cat...this was definitely a bad wish.
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
"Never let my girls find out what I did." He did not want them to know about the Fabulous Ladies Night Club, not now not ever.
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
"Wingspan of an unladen sparrow? Nononono wishes are bad. Very bad, like uber bad because somethings going to go wrong with them and you'll end up in a world without shrimp and it'll just turn out messy." Wishes never were good even when the person thought they'd be good.
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to
give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
"Tell them about the world without shrimp and just not grant wishes because they'll always turn out really bad." Xander shook his head.
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
"I can slay vampires, and I have some skills...also anyone who's interested in me is probably a demon, so I can help with that too." He wasn't sure why he was so demonically appealing and it was kind of creepy when Drusilla was purring in your ear.
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
"Yes please. Especially if the girls need chocolate." Oh gods were his girls scary when they were PMSy. And he could attest to all girls syncing up.
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
"Ninjas and humans. Stay away from Robots because they'll want to marry and kill your friends mom and fairies haven't come yet but knowing Sunnydale will just turn out to be bad news and vampires either brood a lot or try to eat you so they're no good either." He'd never dealt with bears or ninjas or pirates but he doubted they were any better news and the comics at least had ninjas as very bad news so he wasn't excited to check them out.
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
"Yes." Several stakes and a blessed silver coated iron dagger. Giles had given it to him so he could cover all the bases.
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
"Xander Harris" Okay...Mickey and the Cat...this was definitely a bad wish.
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
"Never let my girls find out what I did." He did not want them to know about the Fabulous Ladies Night Club, not now not ever.
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
"Wingspan of an unladen sparrow? Nononono wishes are bad. Very bad, like uber bad because somethings going to go wrong with them and you'll end up in a world without shrimp and it'll just turn out messy." Wishes never were good even when the person thought they'd be good.
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to
give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
"Tell them about the world without shrimp and just not grant wishes because they'll always turn out really bad." Xander shook his head.
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
"I can slay vampires, and I have some skills...also anyone who's interested in me is probably a demon, so I can help with that too." He wasn't sure why he was so demonically appealing and it was kind of creepy when Drusilla was purring in your ear.
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
"Yes please. Especially if the girls need chocolate." Oh gods were his girls scary when they were PMSy. And he could attest to all girls syncing up.
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
"Ninjas and humans. Stay away from Robots because they'll want to marry and kill your friends mom and fairies haven't come yet but knowing Sunnydale will just turn out to be bad news and vampires either brood a lot or try to eat you so they're no good either." He'd never dealt with bears or ninjas or pirates but he doubted they were any better news and the comics at least had ninjas as very bad news so he wasn't excited to check them out.
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
"Yes." Several stakes and a blessed silver coated iron dagger. Giles had given it to him so he could cover all the bases.