Will

[nola_deadpool]

The best thing about coffee shop social media, if you were Nate Harris, was that you could use it to get laid. It was even making hookups with old hookup friends, like Elspeth, more efficient! Thank you, Phoenix Effect!

Tonight, though, wasn't about Elspeth. It was about cute, awkward Will. When Nate got an invitation, he took it seriously, after some address-themed DMs, Nate was on his way to Will's place. He knocked when he reached the door, stood back with his hands in his pockets, and whistled pleasantly, nonchalantly, as he waited. Tonight was a great night to be Nate.

Hazel, Hanne

[nola_tristan]

So Max was Tristan, and Hanne was Yvaine, and they were lucky enough to be able to fall in love all over again. And now there was Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, who got to fall in love over again... and then there was Hazel, who was Lucy Pevensie, who...

Maybe Max's secret soulmate theory didn't hold water. But maybe it did!

And maybe it didn't matter, because he and Hanne were meeting a new friend for ice cream. Once everyone had their ice cream, and they were sitting together in a booth -- after all the hugs and introductions -- Max was just grinning, looking between Hanne and Hazel.

"This is the weirdest, but nicest, club that I have ever been in," he decided.

Caleb

[nola_northstar]

Katie (Jean?) was a gift to the Summers family no matter where they were, apparently, and no matter which Summers might need her: she was babysitting Scottie, which meant that Caleb was free to spend some time with Seth, at Seth's place, where there were no children or even roommates who could interrupt.

Seth hadn't been filming today, but he did have pages to learn. So, while he waited for Caleb to arrive, he was pacing his apartment. He was shirtless, in gym shorts and reading glasses, committing lines to memory by reading them aloud, over and over (his preferred method).

A bottle of wine was chilling in an ice bucket by the couch, because Seth was dramatic like that; on the coffee table was strawberries dipped in chocolate. Next to them was a red rose with a label on it that read 'for Caleb.'

Even for someone as fast as Jean-Paul had been -- and no one was faster than Jean-Paul -- it had been hard, in that life, to find dedicated time for romance. Jean-Paul had learned to carve it out of stolen moments; here, Seth appreciated the extra time even more than he ever had, and he planned to make the most of it.

He buzzed Caleb into the building and propped his front door ajar as he waited for him to arrive, still pacing and reciting, taking every last second for work until he needed to shift into play mode.

Xander

[nola_buffy]

Remembering that you had once been (and still were) Buffy Summers was one thing. Remembering that you had once been (and still were) Buffy Summers, and that one of the guys you had dated was named Xander, was quite another. Especially when that Xander had also been cutely nerdy, funny, and a little sweet, like a certain other Alexander.

What if it had been him? Wasn't it the most Xander thing to have the same name? Carrie caught herself hoping too hard that it would be her best friend. That he would see her and remember, and she would touch his face and admire his two eyes, and they would face this thing together, and things would feel more right. Carrie didn't know how to be Buffy without Willow and Xander. Without Giles and Dawn.

Thank god, yes, for Faith.

So Carrie was looking forward to coffee with Xander, and she dressed like Buffy, in a baby-blue top and the kind of skirt that was popular now after being popular in the 90s (wow, wasn't time such a construct?) in case it jogged any memories. (Carrie hadn't seen Nori all day; who knew what she would have to say about the outfit later).

It didn't take Carrie long to spot Xander at Phoenix Effect, and she walked over to him like a woman on a mission, coming up behind him.

Okay.

Moment of truth.

She tapped him on the shoulder.