021 [action & accidental voice]

[slaying]

[Terrible dreams drive the Slayer out of her bed. Out of her house. This afternoon, it's only a deep nap that is disturbed; however, the last few days of Buffy's recovery have seen her often wake with a start. Nightmarish images of robots and holding cells have set her on edge. Just my imagination, she insists. Or more likely, me being paranoia-

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[wallwritten]

[She's approaching a bit quickly, the night still having her on edge thanks to Drusilla. She's slowing down when she reaches the bridge though, offering a smile.]

Howdy, Buffy.

[slaying]

Fred! [Buffy smiles, pocketing the locket and turning to the girl with one of those slightly-too-cheery smiles.] What brings you out here on a dark September night?

[wallwritten]

I dunno. I guess after I saw you wander out here, I figured it'd be safe enough for me to come out too.

[slaying]

What? Is that a subtle vote of confidence I hear? [Alright, she warms up.] Besides the odd bumped-face-in-the-night, they're not so bad. Sort of quite. Maybe even with a dash of serene thrown in.

[voice]

[stilldontgotit]

Sounds like something's bothering you.

[voice]

[slaying]

[Takes her a moment, but she quickly catches on that she's been recorded. With a sigh and quick flicker of the pages, Buffy responds.]

Something like that, yeah. Hi, Riku. How goes?

[voice]

[stilldontgotit]

It's been alright, save for a few things a while back. Went camping with Sora, but otherwise nothing's really going on.

[voice]

[slaying]

Camping? [Probably sounds just a smidgen too enthusiastic.] I bet that was fun--was it fun?

[Action!] - Buffy doesn't mind a grump, right?

[knightforgotten]

[Seifer's out patrolling, mostly because he just doesn't sleep well. Not that he'd ever admit that. Ever. And a Buffy is spotted! At least that's someone he doesn't mind talking to too much. Just barely catches what she says.]

Maybe, maybe not.

[Action!] - she's about to start a charity--Friends for Grumps

[slaying]

[Momentarily startled, Buffy pushes back from the railing and shoves the trinket quickly into her pocket. In so doing, she knocks her journal off the rail and it clatters to the floor. She sighs, but leans down to pick it up.]

Good evening, Seifer.

[Action!] With a support group too? Tolerance of Grump?

[knightforgotten]

[Seifer raises an eyebrow at the start, and her hurried attempt to hide the locket. He'd already noticed it, that's not going to do anything other than draw his attention to it more.]

Hey. You're up late.

[Action!] pretty much!

[slaying]

I guess. Just getting my thoughtfulness on.

[She smiles quietly, leaning back against the rail.] How are you?

[inabook]

[slaying]

[Looking up, it takes a moment to find her smile.]

Estelle--Hi.

[inabook]

[slaying]

Couldn't sleep. [She smiles ruefully.] But I could say the same of yourself, Miss-Also-Walking-At-Night.

[hippocraticly]

[McCoy is coming back from the clinic at this time in the evening because that is just how he rolls. He is gratified to have something to occupy himself with in this Goddamn place and he carries his medkit under one arm while he heads back to the apartment, looking somewhat distracted. Or tired.]

[slaying]

[You know that metaphorical stormy cloud over your head, McCoy? Others can sense it. So Buffy isn't too surprised when she hears someone nearby and it turns out to be you.]

Hey--Doc--[She calls out, waving one hand and carefully pocketing the necklace with the other.]

[hippocraticly]

[McCoy likes his metaphorical stormy cloud over his head, okay. He calls it Roger. Fortunately or unfortunately for Buffy, her call manages to snap him out of his reverie and he looks over at whoever it was calling for the doctor. Oh, what other blonde would be waving at him like that? He wanders over.]

Summers.

[slaying]

[She points a thumb lazily at the medkit.] Working hard?