(Y)MCA Office/Lobby: Tuesday Morning

[needsaparrot]

The morning found Xander awake early on a day that Fraser's covering construction; in the choice between failing to get back to sleep and wandering out to open up the office, for once sleep didn't win, and Xander can be located behind the counter, nursing a coffee from the Perk.

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[OOC: Here for one, open to all, but subject to SP via bossnapping with very little warning.]

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[iqof39.livejournal.com]

After wandering around town for a while and deciding this place wasn't a big threat, D'Argo went into the first building that looked open.

[needsaparrot]

Xander was no Sam Winchester, but he didn't have to crane his neck at a lot of people. This would be one of them, though. Hell, he'd be crane-worthy even if he weren't taller than Xander.

"Uh. Hi. Morning," Xander said, standing up.

[iqof39.livejournal.com]

"Where is this?" D'Argo asked, figuring that was a good place to start.

[needsaparrot]

"Like, what dimension, or what's the street address?" Oh, Fandom. Also, oh Sunnydale. "Earth, U.S., Virginia, Fandom Island, 24 Mallard Way, Mauvaise Chance Apartments, with or without a Y."

[iqof39.livejournal.com]

D'Argo sighed. "Earth again. You haven't seen any explosions or heard any gunfire around here, have you?"

Because that would be the easiest way to find his friends, yes.

[needsaparrot]

"Today?" Oh, Fandom. Again. "No. Were you looking for it or trying to avoid it?"

[iqof39.livejournal.com]

"That depends on if anyone's firing back," D'Argo said. He drummed his fingers on the counter, considering his options. He wasn't coming up with any answers. "You're sure?"

[needsaparrot]

"The last big thing I can remember blowing up was the school, and that was months ago," Xander assured him.

[iqof39.livejournal.com]

"Maybe they got here at a different time then." This would actually make sense. And it would have been a total accident. Probably. "Okay. ...Frell."

[needsaparrot]

The word sounded somewhat familiar, but Xander couldn't quite place who he'd heard it from before. "You looking for somebody?"

[iqof39.livejournal.com]

"Have you ever heard of someone named Crichton?" D'Argo asked, not adding his own name into it just in case this person had, and he wasn't a fan. Their reputation kind of got around.

[needsaparrot]

"John?" Xander replied. "We went to school together."

[OOC: And I flee home!]

[iqof39.livejournal.com]

"You..." D'Argo frowned. "What?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

He has a lot of time between workshops on Tuesdays, which is why after Explosions, and then hearing a certain morning announcement, Bridge makes his way to the apartments. He flops down in a chair behind the counter, looking visibly cranky.

[needsaparrot]

Xander blinks. "Hello to you too?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Bridge says glumly.

[needsaparrot]

"Who are you and what've you done with Bridge Carson?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Bridge Carson now has a curfew," Bridge says with a sigh. "And is really weirded out by this talking in third person thing, so isn't going to do that anymore."

[needsaparrot]

"A curfew?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh," Bridge says miserably. "Yet another wonderful educational decree. And it's not even because of like, demons or aliens or anything. I could understand if there were beings of unspeakable evil roaming the streets. But no! She's just doing this to attempt to subjugate the student population."

[needsaparrot]

"...Not dirty. I devoutly hope."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"...Ew, no."

[needsaparrot]

"So this curfew means what - you're not allowed to be out roaming the streets and feeding the gremlins after midnight?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Back in my dorm room by eleven," Bridge says, making a face.

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Now Xander looks a little more concerned. "And by back in your dorm room you mean anyplace under a roof?"