Mauvaise Chance Apartments, outside, the wee hours of the morning
Xander? Had not had the best night. Oh, it had started off well enough, but then his potential meals-and-more had been fangblocked by that little blonde Slayer, and his reunion with Willow went tits-up too, and not in the fun way. Actually, in the crossy, burny, owie, insult to injury way. He was tired, he was hungry, he had cross-burns on his chest and he-didn't-want-to-think-about-it in his hair, and the last thing he wanted to do was trek halfway across this damn island on foot to get from the preserve out to the hotel again.
Which is why when he passed the apartment building with the darkened full-length patio windows on the ground floor, he cocked his head and peered inside. A whine so high-pitched that probably only dogs and vampires could hear it announced that there was an alarm on the place, but he traced the sound to the well-concealed little box it was coming from, and ripped out the wires connecting it to the door. Then he shrugged, wrapped his jacket around his hand, and punched through the glass.
Big. Echoey. Furnished, but empty of heartbeats. Which was nice for not having to screw around with a fight after everything else tonight, but sucked for the part where he was hungry. Xander wandered through the darkened apartment, night-vision letting him avoid the random piles of books and mechanical parts stacked and scattered on tables, until he got to the kitchen. Which was...furnished, but empty. Great, a theme. The fridge had power, but nothing in it, not even human-type grub.
"What the hell does it take to get some warm blood in this town?" he growled, kicking the nearest high-tech appliance whose use he didn't have a damn clue about. "I'd even settle for O negative at this point."
The nearest high-tech appliance whose use he didn't have a damn clue about beeped at him, and a plate-sized door slid open. Within it sat a glass whose contents he could've smelled from the other side of the apartment, steam rising gently off the liquid. Warm blood, type O Negative a toneless electronic voice repeated.
.......well okay, then.
This was more like it.
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[OOC: So very very very establishy only because omg 4:30 a.m. Unless BFF-with-benefits would like to track him here and show up before dawn.]
Which is why when he passed the apartment building with the darkened full-length patio windows on the ground floor, he cocked his head and peered inside. A whine so high-pitched that probably only dogs and vampires could hear it announced that there was an alarm on the place, but he traced the sound to the well-concealed little box it was coming from, and ripped out the wires connecting it to the door. Then he shrugged, wrapped his jacket around his hand, and punched through the glass.
Big. Echoey. Furnished, but empty of heartbeats. Which was nice for not having to screw around with a fight after everything else tonight, but sucked for the part where he was hungry. Xander wandered through the darkened apartment, night-vision letting him avoid the random piles of books and mechanical parts stacked and scattered on tables, until he got to the kitchen. Which was...furnished, but empty. Great, a theme. The fridge had power, but nothing in it, not even human-type grub.
"What the hell does it take to get some warm blood in this town?" he growled, kicking the nearest high-tech appliance whose use he didn't have a damn clue about. "I'd even settle for O negative at this point."
The nearest high-tech appliance whose use he didn't have a damn clue about beeped at him, and a plate-sized door slid open. Within it sat a glass whose contents he could've smelled from the other side of the apartment, steam rising gently off the liquid. Warm blood, type O Negative a toneless electronic voice repeated.
.......well okay, then.
This was more like it.
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[OOC: So very very very establishy only because omg 4:30 a.m. Unless BFF-with-benefits would like to track him here and show up before dawn.]