[location: Fangtasia or thereabouts] Some unholy war
At some indefinite time, not so very long after this, the raiding-party-meets-angry-mob (comprised of Buffy, Angel, Spike, Dean & Xander) is approximately a street away from Fangtasia (where vigilant tablet observation has determined that Eric is situated currently).
Xander has his equipment in hand. ...his welding equipment, don't laugh, whilst the others are similarly burdened, except with unsafe quantities of petrol for wall-dousing and also a great many magically enhanced Molotov cocktails, courtesy of the Research-Mode crew- who might also be doubling as the emergency medical assistance crew later on.
At a reasonable distance from the vampire bar, Buffy stops everyone for a last-minute recap.
"So we're all good with the plan, right?"
[ooc: WE CAN HAS PLOT?]
Xander has his equipment in hand. ...his welding equipment, don't laugh, whilst the others are similarly burdened, except with unsafe quantities of petrol for wall-dousing and also a great many magically enhanced Molotov cocktails, courtesy of the Research-Mode crew- who might also be doubling as the emergency medical assistance crew later on.
At a reasonable distance from the vampire bar, Buffy stops everyone for a last-minute recap.
"So we're all good with the plan, right?"
[ooc: WE CAN HAS PLOT?]