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[demonologist]

What in the blazes...?

[Wes spins around, once, then twice, trying to get his bearings; to make sense of what he's experiencing. He examines himself with bemusement, somewhat mortified that he's only in his boxers. Where had his clothes gone? Surely inter-dimensional travel did not whisk away one's outer garments

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[furwasflying]

[Well... he hadn't been intending any 'vile or seductive means'. Revan might though, so after a moment of thought, Chewie rumbles something to that general effect. He might as well mention it, after all.]

[demonologist]

[Wes is a bit startled by the fearsome countenance and rumbling noises coming from the large creature on his screen.]

I beg your pardon?

[furwasflying]

[Don't worry. He's (mostly) harmless.

He sighs at the question, and repeats himself. He goes slower this time, but nothing can hide the fact that it still sounds like nothing so much as a variety of growls.]

[demonologist]

I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with your language.

[Wes is, at least, not automatically assuming that the creature is hostile. In fact, he's intrigued, especially since the being seems to be wanting to communicate with him.]

I don't suppose you have a form of writing?

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[demonologist]

Mister Giles!?

[Suddenly the embarrassment of his situation feels ten times worse. He's soon shrugging on some clothes kindly supplied by the 'droids'.]

From what I understand, few - if any - have been spared this particular indignity.

[It's not Wes' fault he arrived sans garments, all right?]

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[demonologist]

If it wasn't already painfully obvious, I wasn't initially aware that I was broadcasting at all.

But...well, it's still good to see a familiar face.

[Even if they haven't exactly gotten off to the best start with each other again.]

[msattentionspan]

[That's definitely not the Wes that broke her out of prison.]

Yeah, I kinda miss the new-er you already.

[demonologist]

[Even though Wes has been warned that there are other Sunnydale alum stranded where he is, he isn't prepared to be greeted by a certain rogue Slayer.]

Faith?

[He blinks at her, a mixture of incredulity and apprehension in his expression.]

The newer me?

[She does look a bit different, older, in fact.]

[msattentionspan]

Don't sweat it, Tweed.

Welcome to Intergalactic Plantetary travels that you didn't know you'd taken.

[demonologist]

[Wes raises an eyebrow at Faith, since he hasn't dressed in three piece suits for a while now. But she probably doesn't know that.]

Thank you, I feel right at home. So you're one of the ones hailing from a future timeline, I take it?

[There's a wariness in the way that he addresses her. Some memories can't be completely pushed aside, no matter how hard he tries to ignore them.]