the sixteenth;

[discessum]

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[ SUP GUYS. Have a Wesley. Have a Wesley...bleeding quite a lot from two very serious head injuries. In the background is what appears to be a wine cellar, though it's out of focus because he's stumbling a lot, and there's also a lot of racket in the background. That would be Buffy properly kicking Spike's ass while trying

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forgive me if i drop off i am so braindead

[downrightlinear]

What the hell just happened?

poor braindead bb

[discessum]

[ Long silence, because OH SHIT IT'S MOM CORDELIA. Then a soft mutter. ]

No, Father. She's a friend. Please don't -

[ Louder, to Cordy now. ]

Let Spike out. Didn't go well. Obviously.

Buffy's handling it.

/puts brain in a jar

[downrightlinear]

Who thought up that brilliant, we've-never-made-these-kinds-of-mistakes-before plan?

[ wait a minute. pause. ]

You're talking to your father?

/boots to bed

[discessum]

[ He wishes he could clue Cordy in to the plan, but she'd probably throttle him, sooo... ]

We couldn't keep him anymore. There are...rules here. Had to...let him go.

[ Slight groan, and pause while he listens to his father berate him about him totally sucking and to stop bleeding everywhere like a ninny. ]

Yes. He's here.

/wakes up

[downrightlinear]

You let that guy -

[ another pause while she thinks this one over, as this is not how we talk to people with head injuries. oh, wait, yes it is. ]

Why didn't you say you were doing this? You look like you just got kicked in the face by Thor's donkey.

[ she notes the pause on his end, and her voice is a bit softer this time around ]

I think it's a curse.

[discessum]

You just...arrived, Cordelia. This wasn't your problem.

[ sigh and a mutter, confused at that idea ]

He's here.

Illyria will be...as well.

[downrightlinear]

Should I be offended by that? We don't play it that way, Wesley.

[ sounds of her moving around. don't make her come down there ]

Oh. Well. That's a very comforting combination right there.

rofl is it sad I just imagined a tug-of-war?

[discessum]

It was a rash decision. A...bad one, obviously.

I'm...

It's Cordelia. You haven't met.

I'll be fine.

no not at all because now i am too

[downrightlinear]

You know, 'be fine' implies the act of not being fine at the moment, which is the part I have the problem with.

How long until Big Blue gets there?

fine he'll just bleed on your prada

[discessum]

Any...minute now, I imagine.

I don't think he'll like her very much. She's -

[ AND connection terminated because, you know, dun dun dun Illyria's there. FEEL FREE TO CRASH THE OTHER THREAD THOUGH. ]

DAMN IT WESLEY

[downrightlinear]

[ even if he won't get this: ]

I am so gonna kill you for this.