(o11)(video) ♐ sometimes it feels just like i'm falling in the ocean
[ Buffy's looking a little twitchier than usual. Mostly because she's prepared to broadcast while trying to … not think about elephants. Which, obviously, means she's thinking of elephants. … The elephants are a metaphor. Obviously. ]
And coming to you live from brain-broadcasty town, it's … [ awkward wave] Hey, guys. That sounded way smarter before I -- I was hoping somebody would know a good schoolish place that'll take young outworlders enthusiastic about learning? I've got a little sister and she fits … the first part of that description, at least. I miss mom. She'd know how to handle this. She wouldn't have -- But she's not here. Better get used to it now, so that-- [ There's a look of annoyance as she tries to just ... ignore her thoughts being everywhere. ]
Also, uh. Lightsaber crystals. Gonna need to look into those pretty soon, too. So, hey. Tips? Tricks? ... Directions to a nice gentlemanly salesperson who could maybe get me a pink one?
Oh, and -- I mean, what with the whole New Jedi Order thing and all -- I'm gonna be Mon Cal gal for a while. [ She gets a d'oh look. ] Oh. Oh, that rhymed didn't it. Why? Why with the rhyming?
So, you know, if you were --- wondering. What's with the Buffy being goneness. It will be … that. Figured one big FYI was easier than a million tiny memos. Because, apparently, meetings are a big enough deal that everybody's gotta ship off the planet to do 'em. Not that I'm complaining … vacation could be nice. With everything going on, and all-- [ She cuts herself off by suddenly piping up vocally again, loud like she's trying to drown herself out. ]
Vacation! Yes. With the -- the vacating. Of, in this case, the planet. Because, hey, quarantine-free now. Might … you know. Be nice. For some people. Even if they aren't feeling the Force-y jedi vibes. If … if these people Riley wanted to come with. Maybe Willow and Xander will wanna ...
Okay. That's it. As much as I'm lovin' the echo -- by which I mean I'm not -- this is getting ridiculous. I mean, the last thing I want is everybody hearing my every thought -- don't think about -- and commenting. So, as much as I'd like to just -- just curl up in a ball and hide in my room until it's over before I think about something embarrassing -- threesomes and Jo in one conversation was bad enough -- I suggest brain-stormage. Like, immediately.
Any pessimists who point out the weird wacky memories week similarities will be ignored. I want solvable storms to be brained. Nothing is worse than having problems and not being able to -- [ The annoyance in her face grows as the thought is broadcast and she quickly, with an annoyed but perky smile, interrupts, ] That's all. [ and cuts the feed quickly. Or, rather, switches it to private messages. ]
( filtered to dean winchester )
Kill me now. Let's see, Dean … Dean … Hey. So, uh, you know how you were all big on the smuggling guy? Any chance you could, say, smuggle a few people in the general direction of Mon Cal? But with the not charging. Possibly as a favor. Which you'd probably be more inclined to do if you were still trying to get in my pants and not he of the possessing an all-access pass to my best -- Oh god. Why doesn't it stop? [ Her expression … steadily grows more 'meep' and dreading as her brain rambles away. ]
It would -- There would be beaches. Lots and lots of … beaches. And Jo! Since, you know. Crew and all. Right. Jo. Resist the urge to get your friend-y girly threat thing on. There will be no people-killing. Of course, he doesn't know that, and there's still injuring to be done, so in theory -- Jo would be mad. [ Her lips are tightened into a thin, awkward smile, which dies off into an even more awkward chuckle as her thoughts just … keep going. ] … Ignore that. Or, you know. Don't. Whichever.
And coming to you live from brain-broadcasty town, it's … [ awkward wave] Hey, guys. That sounded way smarter before I -- I was hoping somebody would know a good schoolish place that'll take young outworlders enthusiastic about learning? I've got a little sister and she fits … the first part of that description, at least. I miss mom. She'd know how to handle this. She wouldn't have -- But she's not here. Better get used to it now, so that-- [ There's a look of annoyance as she tries to just ... ignore her thoughts being everywhere. ]
Also, uh. Lightsaber crystals. Gonna need to look into those pretty soon, too. So, hey. Tips? Tricks? ... Directions to a nice gentlemanly salesperson who could maybe get me a pink one?
Oh, and -- I mean, what with the whole New Jedi Order thing and all -- I'm gonna be Mon Cal gal for a while. [ She gets a d'oh look. ] Oh. Oh, that rhymed didn't it. Why? Why with the rhyming?
So, you know, if you were --- wondering. What's with the Buffy being goneness. It will be … that. Figured one big FYI was easier than a million tiny memos. Because, apparently, meetings are a big enough deal that everybody's gotta ship off the planet to do 'em. Not that I'm complaining … vacation could be nice. With everything going on, and all-- [ She cuts herself off by suddenly piping up vocally again, loud like she's trying to drown herself out. ]
Vacation! Yes. With the -- the vacating. Of, in this case, the planet. Because, hey, quarantine-free now. Might … you know. Be nice. For some people. Even if they aren't feeling the Force-y jedi vibes. If … if these people Riley wanted to come with. Maybe Willow and Xander will wanna ...
Okay. That's it. As much as I'm lovin' the echo -- by which I mean I'm not -- this is getting ridiculous. I mean, the last thing I want is everybody hearing my every thought -- don't think about -- and commenting. So, as much as I'd like to just -- just curl up in a ball and hide in my room until it's over before I think about something embarrassing -- threesomes and Jo in one conversation was bad enough -- I suggest brain-stormage. Like, immediately.
Any pessimists who point out the weird wacky memories week similarities will be ignored. I want solvable storms to be brained. Nothing is worse than having problems and not being able to -- [ The annoyance in her face grows as the thought is broadcast and she quickly, with an annoyed but perky smile, interrupts, ] That's all. [ and cuts the feed quickly. Or, rather, switches it to private messages. ]
( filtered to dean winchester )
Kill me now. Let's see, Dean … Dean … Hey. So, uh, you know how you were all big on the smuggling guy? Any chance you could, say, smuggle a few people in the general direction of Mon Cal? But with the not charging. Possibly as a favor. Which you'd probably be more inclined to do if you were still trying to get in my pants and not he of the possessing an all-access pass to my best -- Oh god. Why doesn't it stop? [ Her expression … steadily grows more 'meep' and dreading as her brain rambles away. ]
It would -- There would be beaches. Lots and lots of … beaches. And Jo! Since, you know. Crew and all. Right. Jo. Resist the urge to get your friend-y girly threat thing on. There will be no people-killing. Of course, he doesn't know that, and there's still injuring to be done, so in theory -- Jo would be mad. [ Her lips are tightened into a thin, awkward smile, which dies off into an even more awkward chuckle as her thoughts just … keep going. ] … Ignore that. Or, you know. Don't. Whichever.