Title: Currently Untitled Screen Test
Subtitle: Where in the heck and I?
Crossover with: Myst Video Game (through the end of Exile, books not included)
Warnings: Spoilers for the Myst Series
Disclaimer: I do not own Xander Harris. I also do not own any of the Myst characters: Atrus, Catherine, Achenar, Sirrus, Gehn, Yeesha, and Saavedro; nor do I own any of the worlds they exist in.
-It’s not clear from the games if the player is the same in Myst, Riven, and Exile. I have chosen for it to be so, and for said player to be Xander Harris.
-The end of Riven and the start of Exile lend to the fact that it might NOT supposed to be the same player, thus I will be making up what happens in between.
-The concept of The Player starting out at the San Francisco Library comes from a Myst strategy guide I used to have, which was written like the player’s journal rather than a direct strategy guide.
-I’ve assumed Xander was about 23 at the end of the series. Please let me know if this is very wrong.
The actor that played Saavedro in Exile is Brad Dourif. He probably had the most acting-time of any character from all three games. You may know Brad as Grima Wormtounge from the Lord of the Rings movies. Both characters are the type you love to hate. Note that in all the bad endings of Exile, he either kills you destroys a whole world (or both).
Xander Harris awoke to the sound of gulls chirping overhead. Years of fighting demons had honed his reflexes, forcing him to jump up from the ground quickly. Only once he was up and sure that he wasn’t under attack did he take a good look at his surroundings. It quickly became evident that he had no idea where he was, or how he had gotten there from where he had been.
After leaving the crater that had once been Sunnydale behind, life had changed for the Scoobies and the Slayerettes. Some went with Giles to England to help him sort out what remained of the old Council. Others went to Cleveland to set up base on the new Hellmouth. Buffy and Dawn went to Rome for an extended vacation.
The rest were left to search the world for new slayers.
How Xander had ended up being sent to locate and being the training of Slayers in Africa, he would never know. Over the years, the group would get together now and then, and he would always have to decline, being too busy.
By the time he’d been in Africa for a decade, the New Council was well developed. The Hellmouth had facilities to house all of the Slayers and Watchers, and had nearly fifty of each stationed. Another thirty Slayers and several hundred Watchers were permanently stationed at the headquarters in London. Most major cities in North and Central America, Europe, and Asia had at least a Slayer and Watcher pair amongst its population, and dozens more were in traveling groups, going where backup was needed.
Five training facilities were set up for watchers and slayers, as more activated each year as they hit puberty. The biggest were at the Hellmouth compound and the London Headquarters. The others were in Los Angeles, Rome, and Hong Kong. A second training facility at London trained research watchers, whom went to work for Dawn, whom had become the head of the
The new training programs culminated in a series of written exams, physical tests, and field exercises. They were of course different for slayers and watchers, and different for different types of watchers: research, field research, Slayer’s Watchers, etc. These tests were repeated twice a year.
For Slayers, they could try the exams up to 3 times before being forced to either have their powers bound and either retiring or switching to watcher’s programs. They had to try their first exam by their 5th year of training and were required to train for at least 5 months before attempting their first exam.
On average, most that past the slayer’s exams trained for 3 years and passed on their second try. However, the slayers that came from Africa all but universally took the exams as soon as they were eligible and passed on the first try.
Xander had been in Africa for fifteen years before anyone noticed these statistics. Before long, the executive council (the Scooby gang minus Xander, that was because he was never available to even video conference) realized that somehow they had overlooked Africa completely – hundreds of watchers around the world were assigned just to stay on the look out for newly activated Slayers, and Xander was the only one doing it in Africa. More so, he did it well, finding and training, and sending on more than a dozen a year. His slayers were the best, period.
He stayed at it for another five years before proper Council Facilities in Africa allowed him to move on from the job without worry. He spent a year with the executive council, re-writing policy to help the training of all slayers reach the level that his had.
And thus it came to be that he took a vacation back to California a few months before his 45th birthday. He had seen much of the world, yet never got to see what he had intended to on his aborted road trip nearly three decades earlier. He had started in Los Angeles and was working his way up the coast.
Three full days were spent in Monterey, where Steinbeck’s Cannery Row was located. The Row had been a tourist destination longer than Xander had been alive, full of shops and restaurants, as well as the Monterey Bay Aquarium, one of the largest and best in the world. Also, the sci-fi buff side of him knew it as the aquarium with the whales from the fourth Star Trek movie.
Finally he made it to San Francisco. He had a long list of things to do, one of which was for Dawn. The San Francisco Public Library had a special collections department that rivaled any in the US. Dawn had asked him to locate a few particular books in their collection and scan them with a magical device so that copies could be made.
The watchers had become a bit of a political power, and thus he was given unrestricted access to the special collections rooms until normal closing hours. The task was done before his time was up, so he decided to see what else there was in the collections that might interest him.
One book that was bound in green leather caught his eye. On the cover in faded gold was the word Myst. The first page of the book contained a picture that looked much newer than it should from the obvious age of the book. It was like a photograph. His hand moved to touch it before he noticed that the picture was moving. When his hand came to rest on the page, Xander and his belongings disappeared from the library.
Ok, I’m pretty sure I’m going to need a Beta reader for this fic. I’m posting this now as a ‘screen test’. Let me know what you think of it.
Next chapter will feature Xander on Myst Island.