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[beccawhite]

I open my eyes blearily. Thin light is coming between a gap in the curtains. I feel bewildered for a minute. Where am I? The fog of sleep clears a little and I remember. Buffy, Rhia, the hotel. Sunnydale. Yeah

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[rhia_talbot]

"Yes... Sunnydale... California! Yes! It really doesn't matter... no, immediately. It's not important why I'm here, the point is, I'm here and all of my things are over there. Yes. Great. Thank you

[beccawhite]

Rhia complains about her school not sending her things. I'm tempted to point out that I'm never going to have any of my things again, because I imagine Geoffrey's house is surrounded by police tape right about now, but I don't. It's not her fault, so I shouldn't take it out on her

[rhia_talbot]

I pull on my hair. "Whatever," I say with a shrug. People always said that things will be clearer in the morning. Not so much. I'm still not sure why I'm some sort of supergirl-demon hunter and why men in robes want to kill me. And what the hell I am doing in a hotel in Sunnydale, California with another English girl from Seattle who appears to be in the same boat.

I'm not so up for the bus place, but Becca doesn't look like she'd want to go to a really fancy cafe, especially not in that shirt. After breakfast, we've got to hit the stores. I haven't washed my clothes in days and neither has she.

"Isn't there a diner or something on that place they call a main street?" I raise my eyebrows, dangling my car keys off of one finger. "You know, something in between? Not too shabby, not too fancy, free coffee refills?"

[beccawhite]

I notice Rhia take in my shirt and I think, yeah, $15 for toast isn't probably what I'm looking for