UC Sunnydale, Kresge Hall, Thursday, August 31st, 2000
To: bridge.carson, m.parker, isabel.evans, willow.rosenberg, dawn.summers, alanna.trebond, samuel.anders, rory.gilmore, john.crichton, d'anna.biers, angela.chase, martin.blank, veruca.cally, samantha.carter, nadia.santos, alex.krycek, jake.gavin, peter.pevensie, skankzero.hopelesssavage /// @fandomhigh.net, veronica.mars@hearst.edu
If *any* of you guys get this, will you tell everybody else I'm trying to call and write but everything keeps bouncing back at me? I haven't got anything from Fandom, either, and I'm pretty sure you didn't *all* decide I need to be shunnedOMG. And Willow can't get e-mail out to her friends from Hogwarts, so it's not the phone or the alumni net thing, it's some kind of interference on this end, she thinks. She's hacking the network of checking with the guys at the Watchers' Council who sent us off in the first place to see if they know what's going on.
This may not go through either, but I'll keep trying. And if you get spammed, um. Sorry? Better than thinking I was blowing you off, right?
Miss you all, even Faithful
Xander
[And yes, assume you got spammed with this - probably about once a day until the next post is set.]
--
He was about to hit SEND, just checking over the addresses and the login boxes for the thousandth time to make sure he didn't have something entered wrong, when he heard a guy's voice outside in the hall, through the door he'd left half open in case Willow or Buffy showed up.
"Parker! You made it!"
It couldn't be, of course, but Xander had shoved the laptop aside and scrambled halfway off the bed before he let himself admit that.
"Yeah, I caught a later flight." So very much not his Parker, unless she'd speed-injected a hell of a lot of testosterone. ...And traveled back in time, yes.
"Nice work if you can get it - I've been here since Tuesday," the other voice said, moving off down the hallway. "Gotta run, but catch you in Bio if I don't see you this weekend."
Xander sat back down and tried to look casual as the door opened the rest of the way. "Hey."
"Hey. I'm--"
"Parker."
"Yeah, only it's pronounced less like somebody just shot your dog," said the tall, dark-haired boy who looked... not entirely unlike Xander, really. Except grinnier. "Unless somebody did just shoot your dog, in which case, sorry, dude."
Xander snorted. "No, I'm dogless. I'm also Xander. Sorry, you've just got the same name as a friend of mine; threw me for a second." And why did something about that tingle in the back of his head in a context that had nothing to do with designer shoes and leather pants?
"There's another of me?" his new roommate said, dragging a suitcase and a crate through the door. "That'd be a first; not exactly a real popular name."
"You'd be surprised; I met another Xander at my old school. Don't think anybody'll be mixing you and Parker up, though; she's got better legs. Also she doesn't go here." By a couple million miles. Xander stood up, feeling guilty. "You need a hand?"
"Nah, this is it. Most of my stuff's at my mom's place still - I'll get it this weekend." The Parker-that-wasn't-his-Parker shut the door, slipped his hands into his pockets, and started looking around the decorated half of the room. He paused by Xander's desk. "Nice, um. Action figures."
Xander could hear the unspoken OMGHowDidIGetStuckWithAFreshman attached to the end of that, despite the continued grin that was friendly enough. "Collector's items, yo," Xander said, fooling no one and not really trying to.
"Aaaaaand major babe-magnets," Parker said, giving him a sardonic thumbs-up, then reaching for the green one next to the mug full of pencils. "The chicks really dig the transforming robots and the injection-molded spandex guys, don't let anybody tell you different."
"Well, the boyfriend does," Xander responded before the floodgates on his mouth clanged shut. He hadn't been sure he was going to say that until he said it, but hey look. Said. "That one was his 'til he smuggled it into my suitcase."
Parker blinked and put the toy down. Carefully, for whatever that was worth.
"Problem?" Xander sat back down on the bed and slid his laptop back over, glancing at the screen as if the answer didn't matter. He wasn't sure if it did.
"Nah, man." Parker shrugged and dragged his suitcase over to the other bed. "More for me, right?"
"Theory, no. Practice, yes."
His roommate looked up, blinking at him again. "Run that by me one more time?"
"In theory, no, I dig girls too. In practice--" Xander hit SEND on his e-mail.
"Right, boyfriend. Got it." Parker nodded and went back to his unpacking.
Xander watched his inbox fill up with Message failed. One, two, three, four....nineteen. "No. He didn't," Xander muttered, pushing the computer away again. He moved the green stuffed frog to the other pillow and flopped back on his bed to stare at the ceiling.
If *any* of you guys get this, will you tell everybody else I'm trying to call and write but everything keeps bouncing back at me? I haven't got anything from Fandom, either, and I'm pretty sure you didn't *all* decide I need to be shunnedOMG. And Willow can't get e-mail out to her friends from Hogwarts, so it's not the phone or the alumni net thing, it's some kind of interference on this end, she thinks. She's hacking the network of checking with the guys at the Watchers' Council who sent us off in the first place to see if they know what's going on.
This may not go through either, but I'll keep trying. And if you get spammed, um. Sorry? Better than thinking I was blowing you off, right?
Miss you all, even Faithful
Xander
[And yes, assume you got spammed with this - probably about once a day until the next post is set.]
--
He was about to hit SEND, just checking over the addresses and the login boxes for the thousandth time to make sure he didn't have something entered wrong, when he heard a guy's voice outside in the hall, through the door he'd left half open in case Willow or Buffy showed up.
"Parker! You made it!"
It couldn't be, of course, but Xander had shoved the laptop aside and scrambled halfway off the bed before he let himself admit that.
"Yeah, I caught a later flight." So very much not his Parker, unless she'd speed-injected a hell of a lot of testosterone. ...And traveled back in time, yes.
"Nice work if you can get it - I've been here since Tuesday," the other voice said, moving off down the hallway. "Gotta run, but catch you in Bio if I don't see you this weekend."
Xander sat back down and tried to look casual as the door opened the rest of the way. "Hey."
"Hey. I'm--"
"Parker."
"Yeah, only it's pronounced less like somebody just shot your dog," said the tall, dark-haired boy who looked... not entirely unlike Xander, really. Except grinnier. "Unless somebody did just shoot your dog, in which case, sorry, dude."
Xander snorted. "No, I'm dogless. I'm also Xander. Sorry, you've just got the same name as a friend of mine; threw me for a second." And why did something about that tingle in the back of his head in a context that had nothing to do with designer shoes and leather pants?
"There's another of me?" his new roommate said, dragging a suitcase and a crate through the door. "That'd be a first; not exactly a real popular name."
"You'd be surprised; I met another Xander at my old school. Don't think anybody'll be mixing you and Parker up, though; she's got better legs. Also she doesn't go here." By a couple million miles. Xander stood up, feeling guilty. "You need a hand?"
"Nah, this is it. Most of my stuff's at my mom's place still - I'll get it this weekend." The Parker-that-wasn't-his-Parker shut the door, slipped his hands into his pockets, and started looking around the decorated half of the room. He paused by Xander's desk. "Nice, um. Action figures."
Xander could hear the unspoken OMGHowDidIGetStuckWithAFreshman attached to the end of that, despite the continued grin that was friendly enough. "Collector's items, yo," Xander said, fooling no one and not really trying to.
"Aaaaaand major babe-magnets," Parker said, giving him a sardonic thumbs-up, then reaching for the green one next to the mug full of pencils. "The chicks really dig the transforming robots and the injection-molded spandex guys, don't let anybody tell you different."
"Well, the boyfriend does," Xander responded before the floodgates on his mouth clanged shut. He hadn't been sure he was going to say that until he said it, but hey look. Said. "That one was his 'til he smuggled it into my suitcase."
Parker blinked and put the toy down. Carefully, for whatever that was worth.
"Problem?" Xander sat back down on the bed and slid his laptop back over, glancing at the screen as if the answer didn't matter. He wasn't sure if it did.
"Nah, man." Parker shrugged and dragged his suitcase over to the other bed. "More for me, right?"
"Theory, no. Practice, yes."
His roommate looked up, blinking at him again. "Run that by me one more time?"
"In theory, no, I dig girls too. In practice--" Xander hit SEND on his e-mail.
"Right, boyfriend. Got it." Parker nodded and went back to his unpacking.
Xander watched his inbox fill up with Message failed. One, two, three, four....nineteen. "No. He didn't," Xander muttered, pushing the computer away again. He moved the green stuffed frog to the other pillow and flopped back on his bed to stare at the ceiling.