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Who: Buffy & Anyone at the house
Where: New Orleans, LA. Their new house.
When: Evening
Status Complete
Buffy sat on the floor amidst a suitcase and piles of folded clothes. Luckily, it hadn't been hard for them to find a big house--or pay for one--in New Orleans. House was kind of an understatement, it was more like an almost mansion. And of course, she had signed the papers under a fake name "Anne". It was her go-to name, just in case, since the world thought she was still either in Italy or Scotland. And that was just fine with her; she was completely content with hiding out in middle-of-nowhereville, where she hoped no one would recognize her.
Standing up, she shoved some of the clothes into her new dresser and sat at her desk to arrange some papers and her computer console with various monitors, mostly so the girls in charge of some of the other bases could get in touch with her easily. Not that there was much point anymore with the 1,800 of them, plus herself and Faith, being out of a job.
Vampires had rights and the world knew about them. It was mind-boggling. And frankly, Buffy was growing restless and impatient. As much as she usually complained about her slayer duties, she had really enjoyed the leadership role she took on with the newbies, and yes, she enjoyed slaying vampires. At least she could still kill a demon or two when she came across them, but they seemed to have gone more underground when the vampires "came out of the coffin". Such a lame term, she thought, but the media was eating it up. Some vampires didn't even sleep in coffins, duh.
So, she had sat in her room in Scotland for days, not knowing what to do. What could they all do? Absolutely nothing. That is, until one of her seers felt the emerging of a new Hellmouth overseas. So, she and her friends headed back to the good ol' US of A to stop more impending doom. And she had to admit, she was actually looking forward to whatever was coming. How lame was she? Maybe not so lame when slaying was all she knew and all she had been for more than eight years now. Saving the world and slaying demons was what she did best. And the world was trying to take that away from her and 1,800 other girls.
She opened her door and made her way down the second floor hallways until she came to the stairs. Their new home was old, but felt comfortable. Although they were still settling in, it felt similar to the home they had in Scotland.
However, the biggest problem was Dawn. Dawn, who was now a giant. Sure, the world knew about vampires, but they didn't know what magick could do or about the zillions of other kinds of demons, monsters, and supernatural beings that were out there. So, for now, they were keeping Dawn in an undisclosed location far away from the city in some tiny hick town called Bon Temps. And Buffy planned to visit her tomorrow.
As she came into the living room, she saw her scythe mounted on the wall and let out a long, self-pitying sigh. She was desperately trying not to feel sorry for herself, but the lack of slaying was getting to her.
Plopping down on their new couch, she flipped on the television. The news was mentioning another new vampire bar opening in the area, how a vampire saved a little girl from falling out of a tree, and then a debate between a vampire activist and an evangelical preacher. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed a bag of chips that were rolled up on the table. It seemed like not slaying was going to go straight to her hips.
Where: New Orleans, LA. Their new house.
When: Evening
Status Complete
Buffy sat on the floor amidst a suitcase and piles of folded clothes. Luckily, it hadn't been hard for them to find a big house--or pay for one--in New Orleans. House was kind of an understatement, it was more like an almost mansion. And of course, she had signed the papers under a fake name "Anne". It was her go-to name, just in case, since the world thought she was still either in Italy or Scotland. And that was just fine with her; she was completely content with hiding out in middle-of-nowhereville, where she hoped no one would recognize her.
Standing up, she shoved some of the clothes into her new dresser and sat at her desk to arrange some papers and her computer console with various monitors, mostly so the girls in charge of some of the other bases could get in touch with her easily. Not that there was much point anymore with the 1,800 of them, plus herself and Faith, being out of a job.
Vampires had rights and the world knew about them. It was mind-boggling. And frankly, Buffy was growing restless and impatient. As much as she usually complained about her slayer duties, she had really enjoyed the leadership role she took on with the newbies, and yes, she enjoyed slaying vampires. At least she could still kill a demon or two when she came across them, but they seemed to have gone more underground when the vampires "came out of the coffin". Such a lame term, she thought, but the media was eating it up. Some vampires didn't even sleep in coffins, duh.
So, she had sat in her room in Scotland for days, not knowing what to do. What could they all do? Absolutely nothing. That is, until one of her seers felt the emerging of a new Hellmouth overseas. So, she and her friends headed back to the good ol' US of A to stop more impending doom. And she had to admit, she was actually looking forward to whatever was coming. How lame was she? Maybe not so lame when slaying was all she knew and all she had been for more than eight years now. Saving the world and slaying demons was what she did best. And the world was trying to take that away from her and 1,800 other girls.
She opened her door and made her way down the second floor hallways until she came to the stairs. Their new home was old, but felt comfortable. Although they were still settling in, it felt similar to the home they had in Scotland.
However, the biggest problem was Dawn. Dawn, who was now a giant. Sure, the world knew about vampires, but they didn't know what magick could do or about the zillions of other kinds of demons, monsters, and supernatural beings that were out there. So, for now, they were keeping Dawn in an undisclosed location far away from the city in some tiny hick town called Bon Temps. And Buffy planned to visit her tomorrow.
As she came into the living room, she saw her scythe mounted on the wall and let out a long, self-pitying sigh. She was desperately trying not to feel sorry for herself, but the lack of slaying was getting to her.
Plopping down on their new couch, she flipped on the television. The news was mentioning another new vampire bar opening in the area, how a vampire saved a little girl from falling out of a tree, and then a debate between a vampire activist and an evangelical preacher. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed a bag of chips that were rolled up on the table. It seemed like not slaying was going to go straight to her hips.