we're a sorry bunch
Who: The Scooby Gang - slaying, univalent, slayersidekick, steadfastest, consultmybooks & likevegeta
What: Meeting & potluck.
When: Late evening.
Where: Spike's apartment, community building two.
Summary: There is nothing so perfectly traditional to the Sunnydale gang as holding important meetings over various kinds of food. I hope someone was on donut duty.
Rating: PGish. Just in case.
"This is something so beyond what we've dealt with before, guys." Buffy addressed her crack team while standing in front of Spike's curtain-covered lounge window. Being the kind of vamp that Spike was, there wasn't much beyond the basics in the place; as such, Buffy left the free seats to other folks. Besides, she was short enough as it was and if she wanted to deliver some kind of rousing, rallying speech? She may as well do so with at least a few inches over the non-standers. "This isn't a big bad that we can hunt down and crack heads with. Or a pickle that we can just burn some herbs and conjure our way out of. And the books, here? They're not much help with it comes to getting any research done."
She looked at their faces. People she cared about, people she had lead through the best and the worst of it. And now they, too, were stuck in this hellhole. This place that--in spite of her own misgivings--had become something like a home. It was no Sunnydale, but Sunnydale was a crater now. And she has been living in Luceti longer than she had occupied the castle in Scotland. "Luceti," she began anew. "This town was here before I arrived and I can only assume that unless something drastic happens? It'll be here long after I leave. And maybe we have to be the drastic ones. I don't have all the answers, but I can at least introduce you to some of the questions."
She reached up to her neck, carefully unclasping a gold chain. "By now, you've all heard about our none-too-accommodating captors. It's not their fault that we were dragged from home, but it is their fault that we're being kept here, specifically. See--their story is that they're caught, too. They came to this world, the part of it beyond the barrier, before we did. And they're trying to use us to find a way home. That's what the experiments are all about. And to them, that makes us little more than glorified lab-rats." Meaningfully, she glanced at Spike. The look wasn't crass. Far from it. It was something else, but it was soon buried in the moment as Buffy held out the locket for the rest of them to see.
"Just over a year ago, the Third Party invaded this village. All we know is that they're not just the Malnosso's enemy, but they're also keen on killing us. I took this locket from the neck of their General." It swung from her fingers. Buffy breathed deep. They had all been around enough blocks to read the subtext of that statement. "The point is...things aren't cut and dry, here. I think we all need to find out how to get re-acquainted with each other--thank you, time wackiness--and I need everyone to be extra careful. Put on your best just another day in Sunnydale acts, 'cause we're all in for a ride."
(ooc; prose is the name of the game, here; however, if anyone's more comfy with comment spam action style? go for it. we shan't be too cruel. ;D
also, go ahead and threadjack around. react to buffy's speech. ask a question, have multiple folks answer in their multiple different ways. try the food. pick a fight. someone bring up that pesky time period problem! have at you.)
What: Meeting & potluck.
When: Late evening.
Where: Spike's apartment, community building two.
Summary: There is nothing so perfectly traditional to the Sunnydale gang as holding important meetings over various kinds of food. I hope someone was on donut duty.
Rating: PGish. Just in case.
"This is something so beyond what we've dealt with before, guys." Buffy addressed her crack team while standing in front of Spike's curtain-covered lounge window. Being the kind of vamp that Spike was, there wasn't much beyond the basics in the place; as such, Buffy left the free seats to other folks. Besides, she was short enough as it was and if she wanted to deliver some kind of rousing, rallying speech? She may as well do so with at least a few inches over the non-standers. "This isn't a big bad that we can hunt down and crack heads with. Or a pickle that we can just burn some herbs and conjure our way out of. And the books, here? They're not much help with it comes to getting any research done."
She looked at their faces. People she cared about, people she had lead through the best and the worst of it. And now they, too, were stuck in this hellhole. This place that--in spite of her own misgivings--had become something like a home. It was no Sunnydale, but Sunnydale was a crater now. And she has been living in Luceti longer than she had occupied the castle in Scotland. "Luceti," she began anew. "This town was here before I arrived and I can only assume that unless something drastic happens? It'll be here long after I leave. And maybe we have to be the drastic ones. I don't have all the answers, but I can at least introduce you to some of the questions."
She reached up to her neck, carefully unclasping a gold chain. "By now, you've all heard about our none-too-accommodating captors. It's not their fault that we were dragged from home, but it is their fault that we're being kept here, specifically. See--their story is that they're caught, too. They came to this world, the part of it beyond the barrier, before we did. And they're trying to use us to find a way home. That's what the experiments are all about. And to them, that makes us little more than glorified lab-rats." Meaningfully, she glanced at Spike. The look wasn't crass. Far from it. It was something else, but it was soon buried in the moment as Buffy held out the locket for the rest of them to see.
"Just over a year ago, the Third Party invaded this village. All we know is that they're not just the Malnosso's enemy, but they're also keen on killing us. I took this locket from the neck of their General." It swung from her fingers. Buffy breathed deep. They had all been around enough blocks to read the subtext of that statement. "The point is...things aren't cut and dry, here. I think we all need to find out how to get re-acquainted with each other--thank you, time wackiness--and I need everyone to be extra careful. Put on your best just another day in Sunnydale acts, 'cause we're all in for a ride."
(ooc; prose is the name of the game, here; however, if anyone's more comfy with comment spam action style? go for it. we shan't be too cruel. ;D
also, go ahead and threadjack around. react to buffy's speech. ask a question, have multiple folks answer in their multiple different ways. try the food. pick a fight. someone bring up that pesky time period problem! have at you.)