I am here to make money! Not get injured!
Characters: Anya, Noa, Closed otherwise due to extreme backdating at this point
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern
Location: Culpeper Gardens
Relative Date: Upon arrival
Status: In Progress, GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS Closed
Anya grumbled as she made her way to the castle, saddled with her overnight bag and briefcase. They weren't heavy, exactly, and the ex-demon was no stranger to a little exercise-- in fact, in the past few years she'd learned very quickly all about weight gain, indigestion, and all sorts of other fun mortal things she'd never considered, and she had been determined from then on to maintain her original figure for as long as possible. Besides, it seemed to be tradition to diet right before a wedding (of course, she still wasn't quite sure why, and she really had nobody to ask. It wasn't as if Buffy were finding love anytime soon, and Willow and Tara were gay. Dawn was probably still too young to get married).
Still, having to exercise because some helicopter dumped you in the middle of nowhere with no transportation to your hotel? Sucked.
She was so immersed in her inner rant that she barely noticed the grounds were empty, that she was making her way through a very beautiful garden, or--
"Ow! Damn!" She'd brushed up against a rosebush. Anya dropped the bags off her shoulders and stopped to examine her upper arm, where a few lines of red had appeared.
"Stupid mortal body!"
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern
Location: Culpeper Gardens
Relative Date: Upon arrival
Status: In Progress, GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS Closed
Anya grumbled as she made her way to the castle, saddled with her overnight bag and briefcase. They weren't heavy, exactly, and the ex-demon was no stranger to a little exercise-- in fact, in the past few years she'd learned very quickly all about weight gain, indigestion, and all sorts of other fun mortal things she'd never considered, and she had been determined from then on to maintain her original figure for as long as possible. Besides, it seemed to be tradition to diet right before a wedding (of course, she still wasn't quite sure why, and she really had nobody to ask. It wasn't as if Buffy were finding love anytime soon, and Willow and Tara were gay. Dawn was probably still too young to get married).
Still, having to exercise because some helicopter dumped you in the middle of nowhere with no transportation to your hotel? Sucked.
She was so immersed in her inner rant that she barely noticed the grounds were empty, that she was making her way through a very beautiful garden, or--
"Ow! Damn!" She'd brushed up against a rosebush. Anya dropped the bags off her shoulders and stopped to examine her upper arm, where a few lines of red had appeared.
"Stupid mortal body!"