Room 328, Friday Evening
Dawn was exhausted after her trip to Tortall, but couldn't quite settle enough to sleep. She decided to take advantage of her roommate missing to do some basic girl-maintenance and write a letter home to Buffy.
So, there she was, a blue clay mud mask on her face, mayonnaise in her hair, and her feet lotioned and wrapped in plastic wrap. She sprawled out on the bed as she wrote, and hoped to god Sam didn't get back early from wherever he was. This he never needed to see.
Dear Buffy,
Yeah, I know. Big with the suckage and not writing you in, well, forever, but especially since I saw you at Thanksgiving. Um, don't ask about the state of the tape if you don't want to know. Also, you should know before reading the rest of this that I'm fine and didn't even have to go to the infirmary. That'll be important later.
In more important and less "you going after my boyfriend with a shovel" news, I did actually have a valid excuse for not writing. No, I know you won't buy that I've been so busy studying for finals that I couldn't hold a pen because of the hand cramps, so I won't try. Would you believe trolls? Because that's what actually happened. It started Friday night a couple of weeks ago, when my boyfriend got kidnapped by female trolls. Not that he knew it was happening at the time, but that's the final result--boyfriend, being held hostage by trolls. So of course there had to be a rescue. Still, aren't you surprised proud I wasn't among the kidnapped? I know I was.
But first, there was Saturday. A Saturday on which I was supposed to go puppy shopping with Dean for Sam's Christmas present and ended up getting my research on and falling out the window fighting for my life instead, because, oh yeah, MY BOYFRIEND WAS KIDNAPPED BY TROLLS WHO WANTED TO USE HIM AS A LOVE SLAVE. Stupid trolls.
Sunday? MORE TROLLS, DAMN IT! Oh, and we (Dean, Mr. Winchester and I) went to rescue Sam FROM THE KISSING, WTF!!! while everyone else was off trying to rescue the rest of the hostages. We got Sam, but not without some extremely gratifying hair-pulling and possibly psychotically possessive behavior on my part. Plus, I got to smack the bitch upside the head with a frying pan, and that is never not fun. Then, because we're chronically stupid (I blame you for my actions, by the way), we went back to fight the trolls. Sam got some of his own back and shot him some troll butt with special wrought iron shells. It was very impressive, once you get past the whole using a gun to hunt the supernatural thing.
Monday we played hooky and were very schmoopy. Don't ask about the tape if you don't want to know.
You'll be happy to know that the puppy was adopted and eventually presented to Sam, who loves him and decided to name him Scout. Dean's kitten is named Hunter, and they're all so cute together that I can't stand it. Also, I was sick, and Sam got all dotesome. Again with the not asking about the tape, seriously. You'll feel better and I won't have to tell you about how sleeping against Sam's chest will cure just about anything that ails you.
This weekend was quieter, sort of. I went to Alanna's home for the weekend, but it only took a couple of hours on Friday. *waits for you to gather parts of your brain back together* Getting there was okay, once I got over the whole portal phobia. I roomed with Angela, which was definitely lucky on my part, got shown to said room by a wee little page, though I think he said his name was Richard, had a perfectly lovely dinner with a girl who makes Cordelia look friendly and easygoing, watched some cute knights train, tried to break up a fight even though I think Gary's the one who really got it done there, rode a horse (and you can stop laughing anytime now, really), hung out with Alanna's friend Raoul, and then watched Alanna get knighted, outed as a girl (long story), and kill a guy (longer story, apparently). I tried to talk to her afterwards, but I'm not sure how much I helped. Also in there somewhere were classes, and finals, and a pageant that you really don't care about, except for the part where Sam was a menorah, because that made me laugh so hard I fell off my chair.
That's all the news from here. Let me know how you're doing? I'm still not thrilled about the idea of spending Christmas away from you, but if you're not going to be there...*sighs and looks pitiful*
I love you, y'know. And I'm fine. But I'm still not putting the tape line back down.
Love,
Dawn
[ooc: Door is closed, post is open.]
So, there she was, a blue clay mud mask on her face, mayonnaise in her hair, and her feet lotioned and wrapped in plastic wrap. She sprawled out on the bed as she wrote, and hoped to god Sam didn't get back early from wherever he was. This he never needed to see.
Dear Buffy,
Yeah, I know. Big with the suckage and not writing you in, well, forever, but especially since I saw you at Thanksgiving. Um, don't ask about the state of the tape if you don't want to know. Also, you should know before reading the rest of this that I'm fine and didn't even have to go to the infirmary. That'll be important later.
In more important and less "you going after my boyfriend with a shovel" news, I did actually have a valid excuse for not writing. No, I know you won't buy that I've been so busy studying for finals that I couldn't hold a pen because of the hand cramps, so I won't try. Would you believe trolls? Because that's what actually happened. It started Friday night a couple of weeks ago, when my boyfriend got kidnapped by female trolls. Not that he knew it was happening at the time, but that's the final result--boyfriend, being held hostage by trolls. So of course there had to be a rescue. Still, aren't you surprised proud I wasn't among the kidnapped? I know I was.
But first, there was Saturday. A Saturday on which I was supposed to go puppy shopping with Dean for Sam's Christmas present and ended up getting my research on and falling out the window fighting for my life instead, because, oh yeah, MY BOYFRIEND WAS KIDNAPPED BY TROLLS WHO WANTED TO USE HIM AS A LOVE SLAVE. Stupid trolls.
Sunday? MORE TROLLS, DAMN IT! Oh, and we (Dean, Mr. Winchester and I) went to rescue Sam FROM THE KISSING, WTF!!! while everyone else was off trying to rescue the rest of the hostages. We got Sam, but not without some extremely gratifying hair-pulling and possibly psychotically possessive behavior on my part. Plus, I got to smack the bitch upside the head with a frying pan, and that is never not fun. Then, because we're chronically stupid (I blame you for my actions, by the way), we went back to fight the trolls. Sam got some of his own back and shot him some troll butt with special wrought iron shells. It was very impressive, once you get past the whole using a gun to hunt the supernatural thing.
Monday we played hooky and were very schmoopy. Don't ask about the tape if you don't want to know.
You'll be happy to know that the puppy was adopted and eventually presented to Sam, who loves him and decided to name him Scout. Dean's kitten is named Hunter, and they're all so cute together that I can't stand it. Also, I was sick, and Sam got all dotesome. Again with the not asking about the tape, seriously. You'll feel better and I won't have to tell you about how sleeping against Sam's chest will cure just about anything that ails you.
This weekend was quieter, sort of. I went to Alanna's home for the weekend, but it only took a couple of hours on Friday. *waits for you to gather parts of your brain back together* Getting there was okay, once I got over the whole portal phobia. I roomed with Angela, which was definitely lucky on my part, got shown to said room by a wee little page, though I think he said his name was Richard, had a perfectly lovely dinner with a girl who makes Cordelia look friendly and easygoing, watched some cute knights train, tried to break up a fight even though I think Gary's the one who really got it done there, rode a horse (and you can stop laughing anytime now, really), hung out with Alanna's friend Raoul, and then watched Alanna get knighted, outed as a girl (long story), and kill a guy (longer story, apparently). I tried to talk to her afterwards, but I'm not sure how much I helped. Also in there somewhere were classes, and finals, and a pageant that you really don't care about, except for the part where Sam was a menorah, because that made me laugh so hard I fell off my chair.
That's all the news from here. Let me know how you're doing? I'm still not thrilled about the idea of spending Christmas away from you, but if you're not going to be there...*sighs and looks pitiful*
I love you, y'know. And I'm fine. But I'm still not putting the tape line back down.
Love,
Dawn
[ooc: Door is closed, post is open.]