Where the good times gone? All the stupid fun, all the shit we've done. Where the good times gone?

[xbuffysummersx]

Got a call from a Watcher in Boston today. He said that he found one of his Slayers ... well, he found one of his Slayers. It wasn't pretty, either. I've seen many things, but what he described to me was beyond nasty. Whatever it was that killer her was wicked scary.

So, Spike and I are heading out to Boston in a bit. Going to try the "driving

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[red_witch]

Ooh, Boston! I wouldn't mind going.

[xbuffysummersx]

Well, jump on board, Will! There's plenty of room. :)

[red_witch]

Alright, let me just pack a few things. Yay, a trip! Er, well, I guess it's work too.

[xbuffysummersx]

It's not work until we get there! There's all sorts of stuff I want to see in Boston, too.

Would it be bad if we went sightseeing after we get this taken care of? It would, wouldn't it?

[jedi_watcher]

Can I come too? It wouldn't be a bad idea to have a Watcher-type around, since Mr. Giles has gone back to England for a bit.

Plus I wouldn't want to be left out. . .

[xbuffysummersx]

Lemme talk to Spike, but I don't think it'd be a thing. :)

Although, we are going to meet with her Watcher. But, yeah.

[jedi_watcher]

Oh. Well. I see. We can compare notes then. It'll be good to get the insight of an experienced Watcher.

[__spike__]

Oh sodding hell. Better put back the bottle of mendhi, then.

You're getting your own bloody room, then.