001//[NIGHT] VIDEO/TEXT;; can't even shout, can't even cry.
[There's some brief fumbling as Dawn switches on the PORTAL and turns it right side up. She looks fairly startled, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. Only half of that can be attributed to waking up here. The other is from where she was back home -- just climbing out of a school bus packed with injured and adrenline-fueled Slayers, staring at the crater that used to be her home. She hasn't bothered to put on her mask yet; information is needed and it is needed pronto.
She moves to start speaking, her lips working soundlessly.
Cue the extra panic. One hand goes to her throat and she tries to speak again. When nothing comes out, she starts typing.]
Please please tell me that the Gentlemen aren't here. Tall, gray-skinned floaty guys with killer smiles. They can't be. They *can't.* Cause my sister totally took them down a few years ago, and there's no way they could come back. But they have a thing about taking voices and seeing as how I can't speak, I can't really help totally jumping to that conclusion.
While I'm at it, where is *here*? And why am *I* here? And how do I get home, or approximately home, cause this is giving me the wig.
She moves to start speaking, her lips working soundlessly.
Cue the extra panic. One hand goes to her throat and she tries to speak again. When nothing comes out, she starts typing.]
Please please tell me that the Gentlemen aren't here. Tall, gray-skinned floaty guys with killer smiles. They can't be. They *can't.* Cause my sister totally took them down a few years ago, and there's no way they could come back. But they have a thing about taking voices and seeing as how I can't speak, I can't really help totally jumping to that conclusion.
While I'm at it, where is *here*? And why am *I* here? And how do I get home, or approximately home, cause this is giving me the wig.