(o16)(video/action) ♐ no more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
Angel's gone. For good gone. I've been -- [ She clears her throat and briefly drops her chin to look down and away, then fixes her gaze back on the datapad. ] I spent some time camped by the bacta tanks. When he didn't show after a week ... I checked out his place. It's empty. Like, way empty. Emptier than Angel keeps his place empty.
He's gone. [ She clears her throat and then looks down again at the coffee table covered in papers before her. She shuffles through them for a minute, looking grim. Bills. Always with the bills and the adultiness that she is way not prepared for. ]
God, I can't do this. [ She clears her throat and sets the letters back down, bringing peppy Buffy back to the stand like nothing happened. She grabs the datapad and gets up off the couch, moving while she talks. Coffee. Coffee will make this better. ] Anyone got updates on the Admiral's status or this shipping everybody out to -- what was it, again, Eeyore? Indoor? Ink floor? -- thing? [ She means Ithor ... Buffy lives an English language appreciation life. ] 'Cause personally I'm thinkin' forced relocation: not a lovin'. I don't even know anything about this place. [ A thoughtful frown. Then she turns the feed to private. ]
[ f i l t e r :: riley finn ]
We should probably ... [ She looks awkward, wringing her hands together as she stops at the kitchen counter and searches for words. ] I just -- It's been, you know. A while. Since we -- [ The tone speaks volumes to WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL 8( ] A-and I thought we should. Talk. I-If you wanted. I just thought ... [ She trails off and then looks embarrassed by her rambling, reaching to quickly switch off that feed and swap the privacy settings. ]
[ f i l t e r :: dean winchester ]
Angel might have taken the hop, skip and jump from dead to really gone but ... That panic room you were talking about making. Don't go all production halty on it just yet. [ There's a look in her eyes that says she hates admitting this. ] I just -- I mean, after this ... You never know when you might need it. [ Which is the closest she'll get to saying she's watching Spike more closely aka admitting Dean might be right. ]
He's gone. [ She clears her throat and then looks down again at the coffee table covered in papers before her. She shuffles through them for a minute, looking grim. Bills. Always with the bills and the adultiness that she is way not prepared for. ]
God, I can't do this. [ She clears her throat and sets the letters back down, bringing peppy Buffy back to the stand like nothing happened. She grabs the datapad and gets up off the couch, moving while she talks. Coffee. Coffee will make this better. ] Anyone got updates on the Admiral's status or this shipping everybody out to -- what was it, again, Eeyore? Indoor? Ink floor? -- thing? [ She means Ithor ... Buffy lives an English language appreciation life. ] 'Cause personally I'm thinkin' forced relocation: not a lovin'. I don't even know anything about this place. [ A thoughtful frown. Then she turns the feed to private. ]
[ f i l t e r :: riley finn ]
We should probably ... [ She looks awkward, wringing her hands together as she stops at the kitchen counter and searches for words. ] I just -- It's been, you know. A while. Since we -- [ The tone speaks volumes to WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL 8( ] A-and I thought we should. Talk. I-If you wanted. I just thought ... [ She trails off and then looks embarrassed by her rambling, reaching to quickly switch off that feed and swap the privacy settings. ]
[ f i l t e r :: dean winchester ]
Angel might have taken the hop, skip and jump from dead to really gone but ... That panic room you were talking about making. Don't go all production halty on it just yet. [ There's a look in her eyes that says she hates admitting this. ] I just -- I mean, after this ... You never know when you might need it. [ Which is the closest she'll get to saying she's watching Spike more closely aka admitting Dean might be right. ]