[ accidental video / action ]

[slaying]

[ apparently buffy's journal is wedged open somewhere in the living room of house seven; all day, it has been broadcasting sporadic glimpses into a rather uneventful tuesday in the life of luceti's slayer. unlike other spectacularly juicy or entertaining accidents that the village possibly thrives on spectating, this round of she-doesn't-know-you-

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[Action]

[originaljackass]

[Somewhere there is a roof. A very high roof. One of the community buildings, in fact. It's also covered with snow and thanks to the recent cold snap, some of the melting snow has frozen into a slick ice. So while this New Feather is checking out where he is, he loses his footing and.... slips. Try as he might, it's no good.

Jack fell down and broke his crown, his journal came tumbling after.

This all happens in front of Buffy, of course. His head lands smack on a large and fairly pointy rock, leaving a broken, mangled, and bleeding profusely Jack in a rather pathetic mess of broken bones and punctured skin. In New Feather pants. Yeah, he should be dead.]

[Action]

[slaying]

[ oh my god that is a person that just fell from that roof. oh my god. buffy is surpised (and a little shocked) but not to the point of inaction. she tosses her weapon aside in the snow and falls to her knees beside the body. the blood does not give her pause and perhaps whoever this is can be saved if she can carry him back to bones in time.

so with only a passing thought to how stained her cute snow jacket is going to get, buffy starts out by trying to damsel-in-distress lift the man. she is strong enough to do it. ]

[Action]

[originaljackass]

[That was a pretty big fall. Like, an eight story fall. Jack is basically putty in her hands. Rather active putty, actually. He lets out a very uncharacteristic groan as he's being lifted. His spine cracks into place from her lifting him. His arms go snik as the arms dangle and the bones start to align and fuse back together. Those bloody wounds from punctures start to close up. Very abruptly. two arms, now not nearly as mangled as before, start to reach up to grab his own head and POP it back into place.]

[Action]

[slaying]

[ standing now, with the man in her arms and...holy hell this is far weirder than the blood and the gore. she pulls a face as she watches this happen in such close proximity -- some of it she feels happen against her arms and body.

at signs of life, she asks: ] U-uhm -- please tell me you're doing that popping thing on purpose?

[hippocraticly]

[ McCoy is hanging around the barracks this evening and hoping to make good use of the last few rays of sunlight before the inevitable trudge back to the house. he has been haunting the ice rink there for a good few days now, and finishing his shift at the battle dome clinic today, decided to throw caution to the wind and take (albeit shakily) to the ice there. ]

[slaying]

[ she comes walking by just as the sun is sinking. wondering who else is using the rink, she approaches. ]

[hippocraticly]

[ the medical kid placed at the edge of the rink should be a hint, but he is hesitant to actually venture out on the ice and keeps to the sideline, shuffling slowly over the ice. he's so engrossed in not falling over that he doesn't hear her approach. ]

[slaying]

[ she takes a seat on the same bench jack watched her from, earlier. but she is so thoroughly bundled up that she probably isn't recognizable at first. ]

[Voice]

[wingenvy]

If you're gonna have a live broadcast, you could at least take your shirt off!

[...Eh-heh.]

[Voice/Video]

[slaying]

[ w-wait? who was that? buffy looks around briefly before finding the journal on a side table. she sets aside a bottle of nail polish and picks the book up instead.

zack? it sounds like zack. so she lets him off with a mock-stern grimace from her side of the journal. ] For free? Oh, maybe I work in a bar -- but I am just not that kind of girl, Fair.

[Voice/Video]

[wingenvy]

[Oh good. Buffy has such a reliable sense of humour.]

Then you're an evil tease. We don't even have money here!

[Voice/Video]

[slaying]

[ so long as you're on semi-good terms, are not a certain pirate or a total stranger? yeah. fairly reliable. ]

Oh, not evil -- just a very, very, very entrepreneurial one. When an economy is introduced, guess who'll be rolling in the big bucks?

[ hint: not buffy. who'd pay to see her stunning lack of curves? other than jack sparrow ]

[steadfastest]

[Another Sunnydale alum is out patrolling the village this evening, also bundled up beyond (most) recognition. Except he's eating a bag of popcorn as he goes, squishing it through the mouth hole of his ski mask. Not noticing Buffy in the slightest.

Good patrolling, Xander.]

[slaying]

So much for watching what you eat. [ comes the very muffled quip from an uber-bundled buffy. ]

[steadfastest]

Popcorn: the low-fat alternative. [Also muffled. And with a full mouth.] Whaddidjah find so far?

[slaying]

An ice-skating doctor. [ ... ] Is there butter on that?

voice

[pathtoseele]

It's not that cold.

voice

[slaying]

It's totally that cold.

voice

[pathtoseele]

I've barely felt it all winter.

[ which is why he is now all raspy and sick-like. ]

voice

[slaying]

So, are you from Russia or something?