[fourth wall event]

[slaying]

Okay. What's with the sudden population influx?

[Buffy's wandering through the town, looking concerned. These poor souls, dragged here at Christmas. Too many New Feathers for her to feel good about anything. Something is definitely up.]

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[nadarejin]

I'm afraid most if not all of us don't have an answer to that.

[slaying]

Great. More non-answers. This is just my absolute favourite part of the whole thing.

[Jeez, woman. Chill the sarcasm in front of the newbie. Deep breaths.]

[nadarejin]

Are there many of these unanswerable questions around these parts? I can't imagine that it would be easy to describe a situation like this one.

[slaying]

Unanswerable questions seem to be the reason why this place exists.

[wields_mrpointy]

....

[slaying]

[Well...that leads the blonde Slayer down a stunning road of speechlessness.

She's going to stop and stare for a while.]

[wields_mrpointy]

...Is something wrong?

[slaying]

You're here. That's kinda the big wrongness in this situation.

[After all, you're dead. But she tries not to say that bit out loud.]

[awillowywitch]

I don't know, Buff. One minute I'm standing over the ex-Hellmouth and the giant hole where Sunnydale used to be, and the next I'm here.

Uh. Where's 'here' again?

[slaying]

Will--[brb while you get an epic hug, Willow. This Buffy hasn't seen you in half a year.] This place--Luceti--has a bad habit of dragging people from where they're supposed to be. But I think this is a little more on the different scale. The Malnosso are behind it. I'm more sure of it than I am of...of...a lot of things. All of the things.

[awillowywitch]

[And Willow will return it! Because this is a weeeird situation.]

Who are the Malnosso? They're not like the First or...um, hellgods like Glory, right? I don't wanna go through all that trauma again.

[slaying]

Think more Initiative, but with less face time and perhaps an even worse sense of humour. Oh, and minus the cute and dateable operatives.

[no_use_running]

It sounds like it'll be fun with new people here!

[slaying]

Or, you know, terrifying. I don't think these people are supposed to be here.

[no_use_running]

Then we'd better hurry to say hello while they are. It'd be rude otherwise!

[slaying]

Be careful, Ami. We don't know who could show up.

[slaying]

[Angel. Buffy's professional concern softens into something more...personal. Her first assumption? He's back. Which is great but awkward and exciting but sad and a lot of confusing things but--wait.]

No wings? Where are your wings?

[slaying]

Look, I wish I knew how you got here. But the important part right now is that you're really not supposed to be here, no matter how it happened. This is a big big big wrongness. I actually might not be surprised if the universe imploded right now.

[Deep sigh. That makes it easier, realizing he doesn't actually remember being here.] This place? It's called Luceti. Normally folks get dragged in and get their very own pair of flappable wings stuck on. Only that's not happening this time--which means you got in here some way that's not supposed to exist.