Vacation this may be, but that's not stopping Faith from training. She runs ten miles first thing every morning, shadow-boxes, and even does the meditation parts even though she's not especially fond of them.

She also does the bendy parts, and is in fact doing them right now.

Mmm, bendy.

She's laying beside the pool, wearing nothing but sunglasses, the famous Little Black Bikini, and a faint smile.

Two suns. Good for tanning.

There was a time, not even all that long ago, when she would have gone straight to her suite, to grieve in private for the friends she's lost.

But that time's passed, and when she walks down the hallway to the Staff Quarters, she stops outside Michael's door and knocks, tears already streaming down her cheeks.

The door opens, as Dream promised, on a large, stately room, the size of an auditorium, which is full of people. When she steps through the door and into their midst, they fall silent, and Faith looks around the room, smiling faintly as she sees the astonished faces of Giles, Xander and Andrew among them ( Read more... )

Drunk!Faith: *does this, in slinky red dress* Val! Hello! *beams, drunkenly* Lovely party, isn't it ( Read more... )

Faith deposits Isabel on her couch and then disappears into her bedroom, coming out after a second with a pillow, when she puts under her friend's head before stepping back to let Max and Michael take care of her.

It's fairly obvious she's not gonna be of much help.

Stupid bitchy alien princesses.

After this, Faith strides out of the Office, through the bar and into her suite, eyes vacant, skin ashen.

When the door is closed and locked behind her, she goes into her living room, curls up in the leather chair that shares her best friend's name, and starts trying not to scream.

Faith has movies.

Adventures of Young Indiana Jones, all three Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles films, and a wide array of truly spectacularly bad horror flicks ('Santa Claus Conquers The Martians,' filmed in 1964, is especially horrific, and a favorite ( Read more... )

The next morning, when he wakes, Faith is gone.

There's a note, though, lying on the pillow next to him.

Gone for a run and breakfast. Back in a couple of hours. Don't go anywhere, I'm not done with you yet.

Faith opens the door to her suite and leads Ford in, depositing the alcohol on an end table and then turning back to grin at him, spreading her arms wide.

"So, this is the lovenest," she says, cheerfully. "You want the tour?"