1. [Holo]
Well, Xander was one person again, and that was a plus. A very big plus. One of the biggest that he could think of. So really? He shouldn't have been upset, at all.
Still, something was nagging at him, a niggling feeling in the back of his neck like whenever he made the mistake of listening to Spike talk. There was a problem, and he couldn't figure out what, for the life of him, it was.
Then he did the smart thing and opened his eyes. He instantly regretted it. "Hey, whoever is running this little shindig, could you let them know that I totally come in peace? Like, all the peace. This may seem like it goes without saying, what with my peace-like demeanor and all, but it's kind of important…"
Funny, jokes like that fell a little short without an audience. "Hey Wills? I'm pretty sure the un-splitter didn't do the un-splitting thing! A little help would be…" And there he was, trailing off again. Xander sighed, taking a long look around the room. The room reminded him of the Initiative, a thought that was enough to make Xander's stomach clench up and twist itself into a pretzel. There wasn't a single reason on earth he should be in an Initiative base: for one, they'd been pretty good about making sure the Initiative's HQ went kablooey and, more importantly, he was way too normal. Way too freaking normal.
Of course, there were probably more than a few reasons why the Initiative would be pissed enough to lock him in a creepy little room, normal-human-status be darned.
"Okay, Riley? And I've decided to call you all Riley, because even though I happen to like the guy and all, I can't help but let the paranoid-television watching side of me jump to the conclusion that Riley's been like this snake in the grass double agent." Xander paused. "Again. Not that we'd fall for that again, because we wouldn't." He shook his head. "Anyway, Riley-guys? Not funny, not fair, and not…" He tried to think of an 'f' word that wasn't 'fabulous, and so settled on, "cool. Where are the others?"
Sometimes Xander wasn't the fastest on the uptake. And that was probably why he hadn't yet noticed the bracelet on his arm. He made a face, and held his wrist upward, because he had to assume there was a camera somewhere, where a strange man (or lady, he was equal opportunity) was scribbling notes onto a notepad. "Jewelry? So not manly. Couldn't my tracker have been something awesome? Like a collar. That's manly, and cool."
He let his hand drag over his face when he realized what he'd just said. "And totally not some kinky sex thing. Not at all."
For the first time in a long while, he was upset that he didn't hear Anya chiming in about the glorious nature of kinky sex.
Still, something was nagging at him, a niggling feeling in the back of his neck like whenever he made the mistake of listening to Spike talk. There was a problem, and he couldn't figure out what, for the life of him, it was.
Then he did the smart thing and opened his eyes. He instantly regretted it. "Hey, whoever is running this little shindig, could you let them know that I totally come in peace? Like, all the peace. This may seem like it goes without saying, what with my peace-like demeanor and all, but it's kind of important…"
Funny, jokes like that fell a little short without an audience. "Hey Wills? I'm pretty sure the un-splitter didn't do the un-splitting thing! A little help would be…" And there he was, trailing off again. Xander sighed, taking a long look around the room. The room reminded him of the Initiative, a thought that was enough to make Xander's stomach clench up and twist itself into a pretzel. There wasn't a single reason on earth he should be in an Initiative base: for one, they'd been pretty good about making sure the Initiative's HQ went kablooey and, more importantly, he was way too normal. Way too freaking normal.
Of course, there were probably more than a few reasons why the Initiative would be pissed enough to lock him in a creepy little room, normal-human-status be darned.
"Okay, Riley? And I've decided to call you all Riley, because even though I happen to like the guy and all, I can't help but let the paranoid-television watching side of me jump to the conclusion that Riley's been like this snake in the grass double agent." Xander paused. "Again. Not that we'd fall for that again, because we wouldn't." He shook his head. "Anyway, Riley-guys? Not funny, not fair, and not…" He tried to think of an 'f' word that wasn't 'fabulous, and so settled on, "cool. Where are the others?"
Sometimes Xander wasn't the fastest on the uptake. And that was probably why he hadn't yet noticed the bracelet on his arm. He made a face, and held his wrist upward, because he had to assume there was a camera somewhere, where a strange man (or lady, he was equal opportunity) was scribbling notes onto a notepad. "Jewelry? So not manly. Couldn't my tracker have been something awesome? Like a collar. That's manly, and cool."
He let his hand drag over his face when he realized what he'd just said. "And totally not some kinky sex thing. Not at all."
For the first time in a long while, he was upset that he didn't hear Anya chiming in about the glorious nature of kinky sex.