[Locked Transmission to Residents]

[chikaidestroyer]

[The following transmission is both typed and dictated.]Today is September 24, year four of this Luceti Project experiment cycle. My name is Albert Silverberg, and I am a resident transmitting over a secure system taken from the Organization and modified to specifically filter transmissions to Luceti residents' journals. I have confirmed with John

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[slaying]

As ever, Albert? Mucho appreciated.

[ her voice is a bit tired. it is always disheartened to have the facts once again out on parade.

but she's still grateful. ]

[chikaidestroyer]

Of course, Buffy. [He can hear that tiredness, but he does not ask about it.]

[slaying]

...Are you free to meet up? To talk shop?

[ she's made a little nervous by that failtastically filtered conversation budding between jack and albert. she doesn't hack beyond knowing that it's there, though.

she doesn't need to know. ]

[chikaidestroyer]

Certainly.

[And an unhackable filter appears.]

[Filtered]

Just tell me where.

[slaying]

I'm out by the ocean, so...do you mind meeting me at the barracks? It won't take me long to get through the transporter and we can figure out a where from there.

[chikaidestroyer]

Of course. I will meet you in half an hour.

[slaying]

[ how reliably her conversations with albert on his informative pieces soon turned into meetings. no matter how unhackable he made their exchange, she feels better in person. solid. present.

buffy dresses warmly -- it's getting cooler as the month progresses -- and waits with her shoulders and wings pinned gently against the barracks wall. she has the edge of her thumb in her mouth. thoughtful. ]

[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert arrives promptly, shutting the door behind him as he enters the barracks. It's a quiet building right now, with most of the attention now focused on the advanced battle dome.

He walks towards her, still remaining a polite distance away with his gloved hands in his pockets.]

Buffy?

[slaying]

[ a small smile. this is not only the dour slayer; the young woman is present as well. buffy pushes off the wall with one flattened palm and halves the distance between them in a heartbeat. ]

I was thinking we could go chat over a slice of cake and some coffee but -- but you're not too hot on the sugary things, are you? I remember.

[ luceti valley. one of the few things she can still recall vividly was running around the morning before their fireworks date -- searching for some appropriately savory snack to pack alongside the wine. ]

[chikaidestroyer]

[There's a faint change to his expression--something in that well-practiced mask of serious professionalism relaxes--at her words, and he nods.]

There are a few I have found decent. I certainly won't pass up on coffee and a chat, though.

[slaying]

...Wanna come to mine?

[ she asks, almost, with a held breath. she has met with albert often enough on neutral ground. not so much the invite-over, though. ] It's just -- y'know, quiet.

[chikaidestroyer]

If you would have me, of course. [He watches her carefully, then slips a hand out of one pocket to gesture towards the door.] Shall we?

[slaying]

[ she begins walking. ]

You're definitely welcome. Mi casa? Su casa.

[chikaidestroyer]

[He opens the door as they approach the exit.] A language I do not know, that one.

[slaying]

Spanish. I also don't know it. Well -- except for a few phrases. That one or hasta la vista, baby.

[ she steps out into the sunlight with a slight smirk. ]

[chikaidestroyer]

[He follows after with a slightly-raised brow, allowing the door to swing shut behind them.]

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