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Who: Andrew Wells, Spike, Dawn Summers, Buffy Summers, Xander Harris, Willow Rosenberg
What: A meeting most dire.
When: January 12, 5PM
Where: Spike's apartment
Summary: A much needed debriefing on the Warren Situation. Also, food.
Rating: PG-13
Sleep and Andrew were usually very good friends. Save for the possibility of world ending apocalypses or midnight showings, he usually had a very good sleep schedule with a very healthy number of hours to sleep. The number of hours sleeping had increased in Luceti, what with the lack of world ending apocalypses and superpowered teenaged girls to train, and so perhaps the sudden shift in his sleeping dynamic was made that much worse when one took that into consideration.
He hadn't slept properly since the night Warren and Jonathan had showed up. The usual bounce and jitter in his step was gone, replaced with dragging feet and heavy sighs. There were dark bags under his eyes. If he had a choice on where he'd be right now, it would be on a comfy bed and not here, not now, trying to sort out this madness in his head. Simultaneously telling everyone else what he wasn't entirely sure of himself.
He glanced out over the assembled Scoobies, loosely clasping his hands on his lap. This was his show. His mess. His to fix. Nobody knew Warren better than he did, and he was the only one who could keep him in line.
This was his redemption.
What: A meeting most dire.
When: January 12, 5PM
Where: Spike's apartment
Summary: A much needed debriefing on the Warren Situation. Also, food.
Rating: PG-13
Sleep and Andrew were usually very good friends. Save for the possibility of world ending apocalypses or midnight showings, he usually had a very good sleep schedule with a very healthy number of hours to sleep. The number of hours sleeping had increased in Luceti, what with the lack of world ending apocalypses and superpowered teenaged girls to train, and so perhaps the sudden shift in his sleeping dynamic was made that much worse when one took that into consideration.
He hadn't slept properly since the night Warren and Jonathan had showed up. The usual bounce and jitter in his step was gone, replaced with dragging feet and heavy sighs. There were dark bags under his eyes. If he had a choice on where he'd be right now, it would be on a comfy bed and not here, not now, trying to sort out this madness in his head. Simultaneously telling everyone else what he wasn't entirely sure of himself.
He glanced out over the assembled Scoobies, loosely clasping his hands on his lap. This was his show. His mess. His to fix. Nobody knew Warren better than he did, and he was the only one who could keep him in line.
This was his redemption.