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[slaying]

[It's another evening shift at Good Spirits. Buffy seems to be spending a lot of her time at the bar, soaking up the gossip and avoiding boredom. She is developing a habit of patrolling afterwards, before she heads home. It feels nice for the days to regain some form of structure. Less lazy

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[audio]

[xelhes]

[Oh, hey, it was that girl who woke her up from the bench last week. Fenimore had been a bit ruder than usual, hadn't she? She probably should apologise for some of it, at least. Explain that she had been on edge and wouldn't normally have argued about...well, about some of those points.

But clearly the better option is to pretend none of that ever happened. Taking responsibility? Whatever do you mean?] If there is, it's just started. This is the first I've heard of anything.

[audio]

[slaying]

[Buffy recognizes that voice. It's hard to forget one that you've argued with.]

Exactly. Hearing things. That's what's happening.

[audio]

[xelhes]

Hearing things? That sounds...pretty tame.

[audio]

[slaying]

Sure, so it's not impending danger or an apocalypse--but it's damn creepy.

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[hippocraticly]

[ Since Buffy started working at the bar, McCoy has found his drinking haven has been spoiled by her constant attendance there. Or that is what he is claiming for his lack of appearance at Good Spirits and staying at home to drink lately. After all, he can't have his reputation ruined by people catching him savouring a glass of mint julep.

The tension in her voice catches his attention though and he responds to it a while later, sounding somewhat distracted. It's difficult to concentrate with this chime ringing in his ears: ]

Did you get an unwelcome gift as well?

[ audio ]

[slaying]

[So it wasn't just her.]

Sorta, yeah. You could put it that way. Kinda like a hallucination chalk full of hinky nostalgia.

[ audio ]

[hippocraticly]

Hmph. I'd describe it as more of an irritation myself.

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[slaying]

What are you hearing?

[herobydefault]

I haven't noticed anything. You okay?

[slaying]

I very sincerely hope I am. [Pause.] Maybe it's just in the bar. Y'know? Locale specific, or something.

[herobydefault]

I don't think working in a bar makes you believe you're losing your mind.

What happened?

[slaying]

[Irrationally--as though to quell any imagined accusations:] I don't drink. [Hmm.] Not much. Not often.

[Sigh.] There's music playing, sometimes. Music that definitely probably isn't supposed to be playing.

[count_gardios]

Are you all right up there? [Guy was all relaxin' at home, but he will rush up if Buffy needs cover.]

[slaying]

You haven't gone and let anybody put a whammy on your bar, right?

[She sounds mucho apprehensive.]

[count_gardios]

To my knowledge, nobody's put any whammy on my bar. ['Course he's only got a hunch as to what in the world that could be.]

I'm coming up.

[slaying]

[She stalls on her answer.]

Only if you think you gotta. I mean, I'm not keen on interrupting your evening or anything.

[Voice]

[ratatosk_knight]

If you're losing your mind, then... then so am I.

[Voice]

[slaying]

[Oh, Emil.]

What do you hear?

[Voice]

[ratatosk_knight]

I thought I heard Richter's voice, but...

[Voice]

[slaying]

[She remembers the name from their conversation after Jim disappeared.]

They're messing with us, Emil. That has so gotta be it.