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[028 - voice/action]
A girl could get used to a hotel like this. Very fancy digs. Plus, electricity! God, I've missed hair dryers.
[Buffy has found the hotel and has checked herself into a room. She seems oodles more content with it than the park outside. The journal records her sprawled out on the comfy bed, flickering through the pages with an idle eye and ( Read more... ) -
[027 - action]
[Sunglasses? Check. Cotton candy? Check. Faux-stealth trench coat? Check, absolutely ( Read more... ) -
[026 - action & accidental voice]
[So it's a yucky, cloudy day out, but Buffy's outside anyway. She doesn't exactly want to be--after all, overcast in Luceti isn't quite like her native habitat of glorious Sunnydale, California. But the house feels too small and she has never felt like she's needed so much space before ( Read more... ) -
[025 - action & written]
[Buffy is sitting outside one of the window's of house forty-seven, despite the rain. Her back is against the wall and she looks over her shoulder every so often--an uncertain frown bending her mouth. The room was empty and it was going to be empty every time she looked into it, no matter how much she expected otherwise ( Read more... ) -
[024 - action]
[For anyone who might not have realized it yet, Buffy Summers is currently walking around in Fina's skin. It's been an interesting experience. For one thing, there's been a fair amount of hemming and hawing over the sudden lack of strength. As much as the Slayer complains about wanting to be an ordinary girl, it's not quite so dandy to ask for ( Read more... ) -
[023] - action
[Buffy sits, quite quietly, on the riverbank near the bridge where she had been taken. Returned now, she looks to be unharmed. No bruises, no cuts, no blood. In a lot of ways she looks as though she hasn't even left ( Read more... ) -
[022 - accidental voice & visual]
[The recording snaps on with a clatter and at first the scene is hard to make out. An early rising sun and perhaps the rain-dampened rail of one of Luceti's bridges. The journal is clearly on the ground, staring up and catching just a fraction of Buffy's upper body and face as she speaks to someone or something out of sight.]
[The young woman's ( Read more... ) -
021 [action & accidental voice]
[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- ( Read more... ) -
020 [action]
[The General is dead and Buffy Summers is making her way slowly and painfully back to the village proper. In one hand, she drags her torn and muddied jacket. In the other, her replica Slayer scythe stained with blood and the odd piece of feather. Here is the warrior's triumphant return; battered, bloody and broken in more than one place. Her hair ( Read more... ) -
019 [action & accidental recording plus filtered voice]
[The morning sun is rising on the horizon and Buffy Summers is snatching an hour or two for herself between the night and day patrols. With the return of daylight, she plans her own return to the cave systems. After all, Drusilla will have to hide herself from the sunlight and so a continued search of the exterior world would be supremely fruitless ( Read more... )