{Rogue, Xander, and Willow}
Laundry basket in his arms, Xander slowly ambled his way through the halls of the Hyperion. It was probably stupid, attempting to do his chores while everything was so chaotic at the moment, but Xander wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box, now was he? No. His top priority was making sure that he had clean clothes for the next couple of days. Because if the world was going to end in a bloody and volumeless world? Then Xander wanted to at least be wearing clean underwear when he went out. That way he'd be able to go out in pride. Xander peered down at the boxers that he had sprawled out at the very top of his basket. Okay. So wearing X-Men boxers probably wouldn't be a very manly sort of thing to have on while he was being flayed to death, but at least it would give the people who found his body an idea as to who he was. That was important. The world had to know! Xander Harris was a Marvel fan and damn proud of it!
Smirking a little at the thought, he lifted his gaze from his laundry and frowned at the sight of a girl running toward him. His eyes widened. Well! Speaking of X-Men! He hadn't exactly gotten the chance to bond with the infamous Rogue yet, but it looked as though he was about to get his chance. A pleased sort of smile slowly began to creep it's way across his face -- one that instantly faded the second that he caught sight of what it was that Rogue was fleeing from. Jaw and basket both dropping at the same time, Xander stared down the pale monster. It's crooked grin sent chills down his spine and Xander couldn't help but feel the sudden urge to start running himself. Clamping his mouth shut, Xander shot a desperate sort of look toward Rogue and then let his gaze flicker back toward the incoming creature.
His mouth fell open again. But this time, it was only for him to mouth a string of muted curse words before he glanced down at his laundry basket and picked it up in his arms again. It was going to be hard, ridding himself of all of his Marvel underwear, but considering he was about to use it to help one of the characters from a series that he was terribly fond of, Xander found that he didn't mind as much as he normally would have. So as soon as Rogue had darted past him, Xander hurled his basket at the closest monster, turned quickly, and took off behind Rogue. Right now? It was time to run. Far, far, far away.