From: purplefrog@yahoo.com
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net
( Dear Bridge... )

( Notes from the Road II: the Revenge )

( 'So what is this stuff again?' Larry asked. )

There'd been moments of distraction that made it almost bearable, but saying goodbye to almost everyone today had still been exhausting. It was a strange, melancholy relief when the last of Xander's friends said goodnight and left him alone with Bridge.

Xander's really packing, this time, not just trying not to and failing. He doesn't want to, but the more he gets squared away now, the more time he'll have left to be with people, instead of doing this. And it's... going. Not well, but it's going. The only problem is he doesn't have enough suitcases, and they aren't nearly big enough, or maybe just ( Read more... )

[Look, it's still morning somewhere okay? Okay then. Also: * which might be near to a Private Spot On The Beach but not within visual range omg!]

There's a tent. And there are people in it.

Only two, though. It's a pretty small tent.
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[OOC: Does that NWS-approaching-with-much-vagueness thing.]

Xander, sitting at his desk and staring intelligently into space, occasionally tapping a finger against Jeremiah's tank, is trying to decide something very important.

Food?

Nap?

Food?

Nap?

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[For the b-word-person. Sidling towards NWS]

...*complete silence*

( TMI )

Funny how tired you can get just walking back to the dorms to pick up some... stuff that Xander will think of on the spot if anybody asks what he and Bridge are doing here. So tired that clearly you have to crash right where you are because you just don't have the energy to hike aaaaaaaaaall the way back down to the cabins. Woe ( Read more... )

( Dear Willow )