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anya_c_jenkins

From Buffy...

Feb 21, 2005 10:32

Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.

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diedalittle February 21 2005, 12:08:06 UTC

The night before that last battle in Sunnydale, you and I and Willow spent a few hours just sitting together, talking, with a bottle of apple wine. She left first, because she wanted some alone time with Kennedy, and you and I just sat in the kitchen, remembering stuff. We never really talked about what might have been, 'cuz it would've just depressed us even more, but we talked about what did happen, the good stuff and the bad stuff.

It was really quiet, and we ended up getting kinda tipsy. I think we might've kissed at one point, but then we both just couldn't stop giggling 'cuz it was so weird, even if it was nice, too.

fierceunicorn February 21 2005, 12:44:12 UTC

*thinks, well, this one time, you were actually nice to me. And Xander wasn't a loser. decides not to answer*

queen_c_tm February 25 2005, 07:56:44 UTC

(oops. Posted this the first time as a reply to Buffy. Sorry, Buffymun!)

Cordy and Fred are going to be getting together while she's in Boston, probably on Wednesday night, for a little girls' night out. Would Anya want to join?

anya_c_jenkins February 25 2005, 09:31:20 UTC

Sure!

queen_c_tm February 25 2005, 09:39:04 UTC

Cool. I'll probably set it up later today. Cordy also invited Buffy along, in case she wants to make a trip to Boston. She needs some fun right now. :)

anya_c_jenkins February 25 2005, 09:53:18 UTC

Sounds good to me. :)

tell_oconnor March 29 2005, 01:26:42 UTC

Oh, oh, I know! It was the first, possibly the only time I met you. In Pegasus, 'cause those kinda things seem to happen around here a lot. Yeah, it's all coming back to me now. That time on M4C-9whatyoumacallit. The place with the four-foot otters that charged on us when Tim tried to shoo them away... What the hell was that place called? Bah. I'm beginning to think Ford's got a point with this naming thing we've got going.

Right! To make things nice and simple, let's call it O'Connorland. Wait! No, on second thoughts, let's not, 'cause I don't want to my name to be immortalised as the home of the rabid giant space otters. In fact, you know, it was Tim who fired the round in the air, so let's go with Stackhouseville.

So, Stackhouseville was where we met. I can remember because we were trying to figure out how to get back to the Stargate and dial home without being set upon by thirty crazy otters, at the time. Yeah, so we asked you, and you said ( ... )