regarding homelessness

[monoculi]

So your game plan consists of... scrutinising various options and flapping?

Y'know, I hate to break it to you, but flapping does not an application write, my friend.

P.S. Congrats on the icons. Of course, not a single one has the patch, but I'm sure you won't let a basic requirement like that get in the way of your crazy.

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[monoculi]

[unfortunately Xander's experience with pirates has been considerably more limited, though he can still pull off a passable 'Arr, me hearties']

Well, if in doubt, I'll err on the side of dorkitude. Pretty sure I've got that down to a science. Or an art.

[herotypical]

Art. Nerditude would be a science. We have to keep our labels straight, Xand.

[monoculi]

True, true. And if Willow was here, she'd probably also recommend colour-coding them.

[herotypical]

Highlighted and underlined. Sometimes twice. Did you ever borrow her notes? [ her exasperation teems over with love, nostalgia, and the faint longing that comes with missing a dear friend for a long while. ] I could never crack her code. Why did some things get two lines? Why did some other have little symbols next to them? I would've needed an Enigma Machine.

[monoculi]

Hah! Borrow her notes. Buff, if I'd borrowed her notes, I probably would've done significantly better on my SATs. [Xander smiles fondly. Happier... ish... times] Besides, I'm 95% certain they were written in Klingon.

[herotypical]

If they were written in Klingon, you would've been able to read them -- [ burrrrn on your geekdom, dude. she loves you but she can't help giving a bit of sass. ]

[monoculi]

Hey. I'm proficient at best with Klingon. Tolkein's Elvish on the other hand...

[Oh, he can handle the sass. He's used to it.]

[herotypical]

Oh, God. [ she reaches across and feels his forehead with the back of her hand. ] The Geek Fever is worse than I expected.

[monoculi]

Actually, that's the syphilis. [what? impossible to resist that line.]

[herotypical]

...I really need to learn how to make friends who haven't had syphilis.

[ she gives his cheek a friendly tap and falls back, crossing her arms. ]

[monoculi]

You have more than one friend who's had syphilis? [he sounds a little wounded.] I thought that was my unique selling point.

[herotypical]

...I've met a lot of new faces in this place I'm being kept. Some of them from places and times with a few less medical marvels and advancements.

[monoculi]

...Yeesh. And, might I add: eww.

[herotypical]

I've semi-successfully taught regular hygiene to an eighteenth-century sailor. I deserve a medal. Maybe a trophy.

[monoculi]

How about a congratulatory plaque?

[herotypical]

...Do I get to put it above my mantle place? I have one of those, now. It's woefully empty. But this might be a nice addition.

[monoculi]

Sure, you could put it above your mantle - or make it pride of place in your bathroom, the symbolic home of cleanliness. ...Also known to many as the literal home of cleanliness.

[herotypical]

...Nah. Putting plaques up in bathrooms? That sounds a little like serial-killer behaviour, doesn't it?

[monoculi]

Maybe a little. Also, there might be rust issues. [He's putting way too much thought into this...]

So. We've established you have a mantle place, and that you've been busy curing obscure ills. What else is new in Buff-Town?

[herotypical]

I'm fighting someone else's war. Have been for a few years.

Oh. And I've got wings. Two of them. Surprise.

[monoculi]

[Way to drop some crazy bombshells, Buffy. Xander looks incredulous.]

Okay, we'll just... park the war thing for a sec, I'll get back to it - but, uh. Wings? As in 'you are the wind beneath my'?

[herotypical]

[ a look. ]

As in Paul McCartney &. It's kind of a package deal, at Luceti.

[monoculi]

[pfft, Xander is fully aware she loves that song, let's not pretend.]

Riiiiiight. So does that mean you can fly?

[herotypical]

[ if you can't pretend, you can at least deny deny deny. ]

Sadly? No. They're a little too small for flight. They're like appendixes: ultimately useless, and yet still strangely the source of many medical disasters.

[monoculi]

[denial is a fine thing.]

So they don't give you any advantage in this war of yours - or theirs. Who's the they, by the way?