writing!

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Anya has found paper and a writing utensil! She’s overjoyed at this.

Currently, she is sitting in room 202 curled up in a corner of the room and writing furiously on the paper. It’s the first time she’s been seen in the main room, but she has a mission.

Feel free to join her, ogle, laugh, make fun of (at your own risk), or whatever.

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[princeinexile]

Zuko and his coffee are over here.

"...what are you writing?"

You know, just gotta ask. Especially since he hasn't met her yet.

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Anya looks up at the man and shrugs.

"I'm going to write of my experiences here and sell them for profit when money comes into existance."

At least she's honest.

"I don't know you. Your coffee smells good though."

[princeinexile]

"I'm Zuko. The one in charge. And my coffee is sludge. Faye makes much better coffee then I do."

But Zuko kinda likes his sludge.

"S... so what sort of experiences have you had so far?" He is both amused and interested.

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"Well there's no sex for one thing; which will give me sympathy from those who come after us. I came here in a mall, but since there's no money I just stole this jacket which makes me a criminal. There was a nice girl who sparkles with electricity which woohoo big deal. I met a Har'gun demon one time that could light up an entire continent with the amount of electrical current he produced

[thexanwhosees]

There was a quiet chuckle at that enthusiasm.

"Whatcha up to, hon?" He asked as he walked over, and knelt down to lean lightly on her shoulders for peering over at her ...tight embrace... no, paper! Paper, that was it! Right.

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The sight of Xander is more than pleasant and brings a smile that crinkles her nose slightly to her lips. "I'm preparing for the evolution of money. These memoirs will bring us millions of dollars. Aren't I smart and yet deceptively attractive?"

[thexanwhosees]

"Absolutely," He smiled, and he kissed the top of her head.

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"Well you see those brilliant people like Einstein, the Wright Brothers, or Jesus. None of them are cute or even remotely attractive."

Anya tilted her head back and looked up to Xander. "I put candles in your apartment. Did you see them? It needs to be more homey. I'll attempt to acquire more frivilous objects to spread needlessly about and make it even more homey."