[He had barely remembered that a dream was coming when he finally passed out in the wee hours of the morning. He shouldn't have forgotten, because what he did certainly will not forget him.
It's only the sound proofing of the doors that hides his muffled scream and how he loses what little soup he managed to eat in the restroom when he wakes up only a few hours later. It's super early still- he didn't sleep long.
He comes out slightly after, but anyone coming out of their own rooms or heading through the hallways might find something they didn't want to see so soon after a death. Little drops of blood leading down it. Anyone that decides to follow it back to Xander's room will find that it's not open exactly- so he isn't dead at least. But there is a boot wedged in it- like he might have knocked it into it while passing and simply didn't care. If they go inside the fish floaty is sadly deflated near the bed (which Jane saw the night before) but the blood leads toward the restroom and the culprit. The mirror is shattered. Not just shattered, but hit enough times only a few shards and the backing remain. Even THAT has a few smears on it- he clearly would have gone through the wall if it was made of anything less sturdy.
Following it the other way goes all the way to the teleporter. And while the drops slow as it goes, they do eventually lead to the storage room. And there is Xander. Shoe-less and shirtless (clearly having not bothered to dress out of what he slept in) and bandaging his bleeding hand. The massive scar on his belly that a few have already seen is even a little pink, like he might have been poking and prodding it roughly at some point.
After all that Xander spends what other time he's out in the art room finishing the piece of two people he started last week. Now he has his heavy leather riding gloves that came with his first outfit on so no one has to see the mess he made of his hand.
Painting is hard to do when one hand is injured, but he forges on regardless.
Other then that, he wanders the station in general like he always does, to peek at people. Though there is much less drive- it's more like the roombas in the cafe. Mindless autonomy and occasionally bumping into things.]
cw: slight self harm
It's only the sound proofing of the doors that hides his muffled scream and how he loses what little soup he managed to eat in the restroom when he wakes up only a few hours later. It's super early still- he didn't sleep long.
He comes out slightly after, but anyone coming out of their own rooms or heading through the hallways might find something they didn't want to see so soon after a death. Little drops of blood leading down it. Anyone that decides to follow it back to Xander's room will find that it's not open exactly- so he isn't dead at least. But there is a boot wedged in it- like he might have knocked it into it while passing and simply didn't care. If they go inside the fish floaty is sadly deflated near the bed (which Jane saw the night before) but the blood leads toward the restroom and the culprit. The mirror is shattered. Not just shattered, but hit enough times only a few shards and the backing remain. Even THAT has a few smears on it- he clearly would have gone through the wall if it was made of anything less sturdy.
Following it the other way goes all the way to the teleporter. And while the drops slow as it goes, they do eventually lead to the storage room. And there is Xander. Shoe-less and shirtless (clearly having not bothered to dress out of what he slept in) and bandaging his bleeding hand. The massive scar on his belly that a few have already seen is even a little pink, like he might have been poking and prodding it roughly at some point.
After all that Xander spends what other time he's out in the art room finishing the piece of two people he started last week. Now he has his heavy leather riding gloves that came with his first outfit on so no one has to see the mess he made of his hand.
Painting is hard to do when one hand is injured, but he forges on regardless.
Other then that, he wanders the station in general like he always does, to peek at people. Though there is much less drive- it's more like the roombas in the cafe. Mindless autonomy and occasionally bumping into things.]