Oookay...

[resurrected_b]

I closed my eyes, but not fast enough to miss getting an eyeful of the big freaking ball of light that filled the room. Then I got knocked backward by some force, and slammed into something hard

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[ace_jenkins]

The less said about the pain, the better in my opinion

[resurrected_b]

I grab hold of the lamp post to steady myself as I stand, then wipe the dust off on my pants. She's right, if it were a movie set it wouldn't look like it goes on and on, plus, y'know, there'd be a camera guy, modern equipment, something, and there isn't.

"1830?" I hissed. "Are you sure? How'd we get here?" I put the sleeve of the somewhat gauzy and totally-inappropriate-for-how-chilly-it-currently-is shirt up to my nose to block out the worst of the smells and my hand brushes the necklace.

"The necklace! It's cursed or something! You gave me a cursed necklace for my birthday!" I don't say this very loudly, but the group gathered around us is growing in numbers, and I'm sensing disapproval in their expressions.

[ace_jenkins]

"I did *not* give you a cursed nacklace for your birthday!" I say, before lowering my voice, knowing people are still staring at us. "I did *not* - how could you even think that? That's gratitude for you." I pause. "Anyway, it would have been ridiculous for me to do that - after all, I'll stuck in this mess with you."

[resurrected_b]

"Then how--" I start to argue, but the group surrounding us is starting to sound a little threatening, and someone dressed like a policeman or constable or whatever is coming over. I'm thinking the discussion can wait 'til we're somewhere less public.

"Do you know your way around?" I ask Anya, tapping Cordy's arm and sort of nudging us all away from our audience. "'Cause I think we should get out of here...like now."