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[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander sits down at a table to do a little people-watching. Normally not the kind of thing he goes in for-- but here, Milliways being what it is, he considers it an Olympic sport, if not an art form.

He grins and leans back in his chair. It's been a crazy week, that's for sure, what with meeting Death and Lucifer-- not to mention Meg, who falls under a category completely separate from the rest of humankind. Plus Pikachu, can't forget that little guy. All evil karaoke machines aside, things really aren't so bad here, after all.

Sadly, as often happens when people are happy and relaxed, Xander lets his guard down. He leans a little TOO far back in his seat, causing his chair to come crashing to the floor.*

AGH!




... I'm okay.

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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara's not laughing. Really. She's not. She hurries over and extends a hand to help Xander up.

"You all right?"

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander gets to his feet sheepishly, righting his chair.*

Yeah, of course! I was just, you know, practicing ... um, dealing with unexpected, forceful impacts. Yeah.

... Obviously, my physical grace is only surpassed by my social grace. *He puts out his hand.* Xander Harris, clumsily yours.

[lvpd_sidle]

Shaking his hand, she gives into her laughter. "Sara Sidle, helpfully yours. And, don't worry. I've been known to trip over thin air."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Good to know.

Want to sit down? *He gestures towards the opposite chair.* I think I've got the hang of the whole sitting thing now.

[lvpd_sidle]

"Sure." She sits down, still grinning. "So where are you from?"

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Ex-Sunnydale, California. 2003. How about you?

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

"You sure about that?" Isabel peers down at the male now on the floor.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Uh, yes. *Xander casually puts his hands behind his head and grins up at her.* It's really great down here. You get a whole new perspective.

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

She nods, smirking. "Is that so? Well can I get you anything while you're down there? Burger? Fries? Pillow?"

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander debates this.*

Got an alarm clock? I may be down here for awhile, and I don't want to miss breakfast. *He grins.* You should come down, too. It's very comfy. Besides, my neck is starting to cramp.

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

"How about I just help you up and we call it even?"

She offers her hand. "I'm Isabel."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

You're no fun.

*Nevertheless, Xander takes it and stands.*

Xander Harris. *He looks around as if just now seeing the bar.* Wow, it's great to be taller. I'm kind of glad to be on my feet again, actually. Some of those dustbunnies looked a little demonic.

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean walked slowly towards the eye-patched man with harp in hand. He pauses, tilting his head to the side he studies him for a few seconds. After some time he speaks in a cool dry voice.

"Good evening my lord. Have you need of a bard?"

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander rubs his head, which took a bit of a beating from the banging. And the mun, who is mentally aged about twelve, laughs and laughs and laughs.*

Well, I just had a face-off with an evil karaoke machine the other night ... but sure.

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean completely ignores the evil karaoke machine comment good thing, mun would have had him belting out an eighties rock anthem (probably Bon Jovi). Asmodean pulls his harp to the front of his body.

He began to playa somber ballad. A gloomy morose melody speaking of a love lost forever and the hopelessness of the heart. Asmodean poured feeling into the song, his face contorting slightly with emotion as he played. Beautiful and moving.

Asmodean glanced up with a sad smile as he finished.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander finds himself getting a little sniffly at this song, despite the fact that if anything, he's just found love again. (Not to count his chickens. You never can tell with Anya.) The emotion on Asmodean's face, however, worries him a little.*

Yikes. I mean, that was really good, but ... are you having a bad night? Emotionally?

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean has been having a bad century or two. He considers Xander cooly.

"I am no worse than on any other night."

Asmodean on a bad night is a sight to behold.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Well, uh, can I get you a drink or something? For the song?

[stilljustandrew]

*Nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana ANDREW!*

*...is heading for Xander's table.*

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander waves him over, glancing around furtively to make sure that no one observes their covert and very secret rendezvous.*

What's the sitch?

[stilljustandrew]

*Their covert and SUPER secret rendezvous.*

Can't find Faith. We may want to go to a Plan B.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander looks worried in a very intense, action-packed way.*

Did we have a Plan B?

[stilljustandrew]

*The eyepatch helps with that.*

Um ... get somebody else to do the same thing we wanted Faith to do?

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Oh. Right.

*He scowls, something that the eyepatch also helps with.*

Who around here can we rope into distracting Meg ...? *He swivels in his seat, scanning the crowd.*

[mailorderjunkie.livejournal.com]

Yamino wanders over and offers a hand, the other occupied with holding a plate of cake.

"Are you all--"

And then he sees who it is.

"Aha...sir...that is...would you..."

He blushes and sticks out the hand stiffly.

"If you wish to get up."