Mauvaise Chance Office/Lobby, Friday

[needsaparrot]

Xander has glittery signs on the door and coffee and doughnuts on the counter for anybody who comes in, but he almost seems more interested in his laptop -- and the unhelpfully negative e-mails he's reading from his contacts in Watchers' Council 2.0 regarding any recent surges in vampire activity on the east coast of the US -- than consuming mass quantities of heavily-sugared lardbombs. Whoa.

Or it could be that he's just had three already and is giving them a chance to settle before he goes back for seconds.
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[OOC: Open for business or pleasure. Except not like that. We don't have one of those anymore. We need one of those again. Not that Xander would partake. But just in principle. And it was always posted in the right spot. Also talk of the undead still NFB.]

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Re: NFB yay

[needsaparrot]

The weetiny helm tilted further, but after a moment, one itsy-bitsy gauntleted hand rose and touched the visor in what appeared to be some kind of salute. Then the little black horse reared and wheeled around, and galloped off down the counter, away from them.

Re: NFB yay

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Is it sad that I think he'll have better luck than we are?"

Re: NFB yay

[needsaparrot]

"Sad but sadly not wrong." Xander rubbed his temple, feeling the start of one of those behind-the-patch headaches. "We could try tracking 'em? Willow and Bridge can both do that kind of thing - check out the graveyard and see if there's any kind of trail back to where they came from."

That it might be cold by now, he didn't really think he needed to voice.