It was stranger this time around. Sure, she wasn't tripping out and getting yanked back and forth between "realities," but there weren't doctors constantly pushing her and trying to convince her she was off her nut. Just a whole lotta other "crazies" (Rose ranked in the normal column, but that still didn't mean everyone was all happy sane fun time around here) and milling about all schedule-y like
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If there was one thing in the world that could make up for a night filled with blood, guts, and about a thousand killer dragonflies nipping at one's heels, it was probably waffles. Warm, buttered waffles with lots and lots of syrup
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The voice caught her off guard, and Buffy had to whip her head around to realize that the blonde girl was talking to her. Oops. Score one for awareness, Summers. She seemed friendly enough, all things considered. So much so that it took Buffy a moment to process what she'd said, expression blank while she sorted it out.
Last night? Craziness? What kind of craziness was going on last night -- and tonight, for that matter? It was an asylum. Shouldn't that entail the nights be, y'know, providing asylum? Quiet? Sleeping patients, patrolling orderlies, the stuff of a normal asylum. Her blank look mingled into confusion which hung for a moment as she worked through this. But, then, something snapped
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"Nooot this one. Oh my gosh, not this one," said Rapunzel with a shake of her head. She wasn't sure how much she wanted to tell this girl right now, especially when her mood was just improving, but it was clear that she had to say something. What was the other alternative? Playing cryptic and just telling her to be careful? Not really an option. "The doors here open at night. They won't tell you that, but they do. And once they do, well..."
Rapunzel took a breath, considering how to put things. "...How much do you know about fighting?" she asked. If there was one thing she had learned about the Institute so far, it was that the more experience a patient had fighting or the more fighters they could ally with, the better their chances in the Institute.
Doors open. That was more than enough to set off alarm bells in Buffy's brain. Hello, bad idea. A bunch of questionably sane types set loose in the middle of the night? She was amazed the Institute was still standing. Her eyes briefly widened, but she controlled it quickly, nodding her understanding until --
When the girl asked about Buffy's fighting experience, she had to stop. It had been a while since she'd gotten that one. She raised her eyebrows, expectant and caught off guard, like she couldn't understand why she even had to ask that. And then she started laughing, quietly at first, but then little more. When she realized, well, she looked more and more like she belonged here, she let it die off, coughing and clearing her throat and reaching up to scratch the back of her head
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By the time the other girl was done laughing, Rapunzel was more than a little weirded out. Oooookay then, she thought, lips pulled to the side slightly and eyebrow quirked.
The whole laughter thing got a little easier to understand once she started to get an actual answer out of the girl, thankfully. A little. Either way, though, the answer turned into more questions, and so Rapunzel decided to focus on those for now. "Oh they can keep us in pretty much however they want," she answered, a roll of her eyes glancing in the direction of the nearest intercom speaker. "But they don't want to just keep us in our rooms or anything, that's for sure. It doesn't really matter where we go to them. I mean, everyone just ends up back in their beds by the end of the night anyway."
She realized she wasn't being very clear right now, and so she backed up a bit after that. "But, uh, yeah. So this is not an institute. I'm really not sure what a real one would be like, but whatever it is, it's not like this," Rapunzel
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[ s'ok! it's readings week for me so i'm not top of my game either. ]While Rapunzel explained, Buffy's expression remained pretty much neutral and attentive. All things considered? Far from the weirdest thing she'd encountered. After all, no one was bursting out into song; she'd call that a good week. And, honestly, the whole thing sounded pretty Initiative levels of sketchy. Which at least was an evil she knew, all things considered. And, on the bright side, no one was crazy and living in the basement. Also an improvement
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The last part? Really? That's what she has a problem with...?
Okay, that did it: Rapunzel had to ask someone about the name thing. ...Someone she wasn't supposed to be introducing to the Institute at the moment. Either way! It had to be soon. This was really, really bugging her now. What was it about the name "Rapunzel" that caught so many people off-guard?
At least the girl - Buffy - was polite about it. Rapunzel appreciated that. "Well, weirder than my name, I'll tell you that much," she answered, raising a blonde eyebrow briefly before continuing: "I mean like monsters. Monsters absolutely everywhere. I mean, there are always monsters here at night, but last night was insane! Never mind that everyone's magic and abilities and stuff came back all of a sudden. That would've been surprising enough!" She had to wonder how Buffy would react to the bit about magic. So far, from what Rapunzel had seen, everyone in Landel's had a "gift" of some sort or another. If that's true, then Buffy should have something too, right?
Monsters were supposed to be weirder than a living, breathing fairytale? Yeah, right. Well, sure, it was all Hellmouth material, but still. Actually, yeah, she was gonna blame this one on the school re-opening. Had to be. Hellmouth shenanigans abound.
She was stuck in an insane asylum with fairytales. Snow White was probably around there somewhere too, and -- ooh. Maybe, when this was all over and done with, she could keep the prince. After her tragic track record of badness, she deserved a prince, right? She could pretend to be sleeping beauty. Well, minus the sleeping. She'd make a great princess! What with the dresses and the -- Okay. Maybe not the best princess. But, it could happen. And she deserved it
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Rapunzel wasn't sure why Buffy had cringed there (crippling fear of spikes?), but let the girl finish before answering. The extra time let her calm down a little bit anyway. "There's tons of different kinds, so it's hard to say. But last night, a friend and I were being chased by giant killer dragonflies, for one thing. And one of the big ones I remember from my first night here looked like it was... I dunno, cobbled together from a bunch of different parts. It had a wing and half a face and a black wolf's head or something growing out of its stomach..." Ugh, when she described it out loud like that, she almost felt like puking, or at least turning a lovely shade of green.
"But yeah, people tell me there are tons of types around. The bodies we saw in the halls last night tell me they're probably right." Hlghk. There was that queasiness getting worse again, she thought. She had to move the conversation forward to something else. "Just any kind of weapon's better than no weapon at all with that much around, I think. Especially since
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If there was one thing in the world that could make up for a night filled with blood, guts, and about a thousand killer dragonflies nipping at one's heels, it was probably waffles. Warm, buttered waffles with lots and lots of syrup ( ... )
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The voice caught her off guard, and Buffy had to whip her head around to realize that the blonde girl was talking to her. Oops. Score one for awareness, Summers. She seemed friendly enough, all things considered. So much so that it took Buffy a moment to process what she'd said, expression blank while she sorted it out.
Last night? Craziness? What kind of craziness was going on last night -- and tonight, for that matter? It was an asylum. Shouldn't that entail the nights be, y'know, providing asylum? Quiet? Sleeping patients, patrolling orderlies, the stuff of a normal asylum. Her blank look mingled into confusion which hung for a moment as she worked through this. But, then, something snapped ( ... )
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"Nooot this one. Oh my gosh, not this one," said Rapunzel with a shake of her head. She wasn't sure how much she wanted to tell this girl right now, especially when her mood was just improving, but it was clear that she had to say something. What was the other alternative? Playing cryptic and just telling her to be careful? Not really an option. "The doors here open at night. They won't tell you that, but they do. And once they do, well..."
Rapunzel took a breath, considering how to put things. "...How much do you know about fighting?" she asked. If there was one thing she had learned about the Institute so far, it was that the more experience a patient had fighting or the more fighters they could ally with, the better their chances in the Institute.
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When the girl asked about Buffy's fighting experience, she had to stop. It had been a while since she'd gotten that one. She raised her eyebrows, expectant and caught off guard, like she couldn't understand why she even had to ask that. And then she started laughing, quietly at first, but then little more. When she realized, well, she looked more and more like she belonged here, she let it die off, coughing and clearing her throat and reaching up to scratch the back of her head ( ... )
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By the time the other girl was done laughing, Rapunzel was more than a little weirded out. Oooookay then, she thought, lips pulled to the side slightly and eyebrow quirked.
The whole laughter thing got a little easier to understand once she started to get an actual answer out of the girl, thankfully. A little. Either way, though, the answer turned into more questions, and so Rapunzel decided to focus on those for now. "Oh they can keep us in pretty much however they want," she answered, a roll of her eyes glancing in the direction of the nearest intercom speaker. "But they don't want to just keep us in our rooms or anything, that's for sure. It doesn't really matter where we go to them. I mean, everyone just ends up back in their beds by the end of the night anyway."
She realized she wasn't being very clear right now, and so she backed up a bit after that. "But, uh, yeah. So this is not an institute. I'm really not sure what a real one would be like, but whatever it is, it's not like this," Rapunzel ( ... )
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Okay, that did it: Rapunzel had to ask someone about the name thing. ...Someone she wasn't supposed to be introducing to the Institute at the moment. Either way! It had to be soon. This was really, really bugging her now. What was it about the name "Rapunzel" that caught so many people off-guard?
At least the girl - Buffy - was polite about it. Rapunzel appreciated that. "Well, weirder than my name, I'll tell you that much," she answered, raising a blonde eyebrow briefly before continuing: "I mean like monsters. Monsters absolutely everywhere. I mean, there are always monsters here at night, but last night was insane! Never mind that everyone's magic and abilities and stuff came back all of a sudden. That would've been surprising enough!" She had to wonder how Buffy would react to the bit about magic. So far, from what Rapunzel had seen, everyone in Landel's had a "gift" of some sort or another. If that's true, then Buffy should have something too, right?
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She was stuck in an insane asylum with fairytales. Snow White was probably around there somewhere too, and -- ooh. Maybe, when this was all over and done with, she could keep the prince. After her tragic track record of badness, she deserved a prince, right? She could pretend to be sleeping beauty. Well, minus the sleeping. She'd make a great princess! What with the dresses and the -- Okay. Maybe not the best princess. But, it could happen. And she deserved it ( ... )
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"But yeah, people tell me there are tons of types around. The bodies we saw in the halls last night tell me they're probably right." Hlghk. There was that queasiness getting worse again, she thought. She had to move the conversation forward to something else. "Just any kind of weapon's better than no weapon at all with that much around, I think. Especially since ( ... )
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