The Great Southern Desert, September

[threeweapons]

Alanna sat curled up in her tent, absentmindedly petting Faithful and staring a little absentmindedly at the bandage on her forearm.

A little to the left. Faithful purred. And it shouldn't bleed through, so stop being emo at it."I'm not ... I'm just thinking things through, that's all." Alanna paused. "And please never use that word again.

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[demonbelthazor]

Bel shouldn't have been surprised when a letter popped out of the fireball he was idly tossing. He caught the letter, dropped the fireball, and quickly stamped it out before it could scorch the carpet and give Piper a reason to blow him up.

Alanna,

It's taken care of. Some bitch from hell was the temporary principal while Zoe had her baby, and she tried to take over the school. No one would let me kill her, or else it would've been over a lot sooner. The teachers took her down or something, and Zoe's back in charge.

Left school a few weeks ago. Phoebe and I are in Neptune now, living with Piper and V until we find our own place. College is boring. No invasions. Yet. Maybe I can have some fun by looking for Logan's old place and setting it on fire.

Who's expecting what from you? You need me to beat anyone up?

Bel

[apocalypsesoon]

"Okay, that was odd," John said of the letter that popped out of his blowtorch flame. He read it, frowning a bit.

Dear Sir Alanna of Olau,
I may have received this letter by mistake, unless this is a code name for a certain redhead who has a cat who hates me. I remember the cat. And judging from the delivery, I'm sure I know you somehow.

School was an absolute horror what with this interim principal while Big Cheese Washburn was laid up with her child. Her name's Grace. The child, not the interim principal. No one cares what her name is. The principal, not the wee!Washburn.

Order has been restored at the school, from what I can tell. Currently, I'm off-island trying to fight the good fight as best I am able. Taught a workshop on welding and such. Fun.

Do you need backup?

John Connor

[needsaparrot]

Dear Sir Alanna,

Good: We put the school back together.
Bad: It got taken over by a crazy witch.
Good: We got rid of her.
Weird: Constable Fraser and I sang the song about the weeds at her.
Her head: didn't explode.
Bad: My Slayer turned into a bird.
Good: She got better.
Sort of: Now she wants to be a mime.
In conclusion: Pie No, really, a mime. But just to get rid of a fake vampire.

~Xander

P.S. No, seriously, a mime. Where did I go wrong?

[swerval_zero]

Hey, Sir Alanna!

I'm at school now, with Parker crashing on my floor until she has to go to England. My other roommate says "AAAAAH a piece of paper just popped out of the candle!" And then when I explained, "Tell her hi for me," so hi from Janine, who thinks I'm crazier with every passing day. Anyway, have Parker tell you about how I dragged her to the desert for a week, because I'm sure it's much funnier when she tells it.

School (er, college, not Fandom, I don't know what's going on in Fandom, which clearly means I need to call my boyfriend more often) is blah so far, but I think we're gonna crash the Emmys tomorrow night, so that should be fun.

Congrats on your adoption! And if you only knocked over six tents I figure you're ahead of the game. :)

Keep swerval and keep in touch,
Zero H-S

[kawalsky]

Hey Alanna,

I still have all of your letters with me. They've been to some places you probably wouldn't believe, but I know I'll get to tell you about them some time. Sorry I haven't written back. I've got reasons, but they're stupid and probably nothing compared to what you've got going on, especially with all that sand. Sand beats paper, rock and scissors every time.

I re-read your letters, thinking I could come up with stuff to reply, but you know me. Not that good with words unless I'm goofing off. You sound busy and happy and that's good. I like the new name. It suits you.

I think we're nearly in Columbus, so I'm going to cut this short. Take care of yourself.

Charlie