now i rock a house party at the drop of a hat.

[eventextras]

It's around five o'clock in the morning when the citizens of Taxon find themselves inexplicably transported into rooms within the Sanctuary. Doors are left open and beds unmade, food abandoned and lights left on, still shining brightly for those who were awake and are no longer present. The Extras don't seem to notice the captive population's

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[slayersidekick]

Willow's checking the tablets as she sits in her room, trying to figure out what's going on. Glancing around at the... non-existent areas, her eyes land on Don's transmission.

"Hey... what are you doing?"

That looks like... blood... in a kitchen?

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[selfmadman]

Don's anticipating interruption but the voice startles him all the same; a twitch of his fingers and the blood spills a little too close to the sink's edge, scattering stray drops down the front of his top.

"Shit," he mutters.

He finishes off the bag, snips open another with a pair of scissors. As he resumes pouring he picks up the tablet with his free hand, studying the young woman on the screen, committing her face to memory.

"I'm doing us all a favor," he says grimly.

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[slayersidekick]

Wait. Willow's groggy head finally comes around to just what this means. "H-hey! Is that blood?"

That's just not cool. By now, she's made it to the floor below her own. The scenery is shifting around her as she walks, though, and she's wearing a rather upset expression.

"You can't do that!"