Calls made, face palmed, Xander had done his best to tidy up himself and the apartment his younger, deader version had broken into. Then, already preparing to facepalm some more with one hand and write checks with the other, he made his way out to the counter in the apartment building's lobby ( Read more... )

Finally deciding that as the owner it might behoove him to actually run his business occasionally, Harper sat in the lobby with his feet propped up on the counter, waiting for any tentants who might wander by.

[ooc: for dr_jwilsonmd and hera_rises, but also open to anyone else who might have a reason to speak to Harper.]