Buffy did the patrolling thing again last night. I honestly don't know if I'll ever be able to get used to the idea of her being out there, actively seeking and being sought by things from nightmares and fairytales. I almost wished for the days when I thought that she was taking history classes with that college guy. Angel? Odd name...and I know ( Read more... )

After the oddly quiet car journey, I wondered what was on Dawn's mind, especially since she had started off so bubbly this morning ( Read more... )

everything prior to this post was made prior to sunny_dale restarting in August 2004

After the excitement and busy activity of the morning, the quiet afternoon really began to drag. I started thinking that Rupert would never turn up before closing time, then looked at the clock and it was barely two o'clock ( Read more... )

Sitting back I admired my work. I had made three piles of artifacts. Firstly, ones that looked harmless - paintings, vases and the like. There was a second, larger, pile of things that looked religious in original - not Christian or Jewish kind of religious though, these has all sorts of odd symbols carved or painted across them. They'd be easy ( Read more... )

I went for a walk to the deli for some lunch, and just to get a bit of fresh air. I hung a "Back in 10" sign across the doorhandles and crossed the road to walk in the sun. There was something about spending a bit of time in the fresh air thta just immediately brightened my mood ( Read more... )

The moment I unlocked the gallery door, I just knew that I should have called Janine and asked if she could have handled today by herself. Still, I headed in, opened up the blinds and checked the messages - none. I left the "open" sign on the door set on "closed" for the moment. 8:45am was never really a peak time for people wanting to look at or ( Read more... )

I woke up slowly, the room only barely lit by the light seeping in around the edges of the curtains. I groaned as I rolled over and tried to wish it wasn't today. I'm sure I looked as bad as I felt. Whatever happened to the get-up-and-go Joyce that I used to be? I know that yesterday and last night's events weren't the sort that send you to bed ( Read more... )

I pulled the car into the driveway. "Thanks for coming in with me" I said to Rupert as I unbuckled and got my purse out of the glove compartment. "And thanks for the coffee. It was great to just let me hair down like that ( Read more... )

I looked at the dash clock as I drove through the streets, looking for a park. Why, of all nights, when I am actually going out for the night, are there no parks ( Read more... )