Climbin' in your windows, snatchin' your people up

[crisis_rain]

Who: crisis_rain, slaying and anyone in House 7 who gets woken up.
What: Bed Intruding
When: Early morning, March 16th
Where: Buffy's bedroom
Summary: Raven climbed through the window of the wrong house :|
Rating: I seriously doubt this would be above just some mild language.

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[slaying]

[ dreaming about being an intergalactic taxi driver is definitely preferable to dreaming about blood and guts and vampire attacks; therefore, buffy is no small amount of miffed when her room becomes flooded with light and she is jerked awake. goodbye, dreams of taking two-headed aliens to far off planets for low, competitive fares. hello, reality.

she grinds her palms against her still-closed eyes. ] Jack? We just...I thought you went home. [ she twists in bed, yawning. she assumes that the intruder could only be jack sparrow because who else ever climbed in through her window except her? and maybe this was payback for breaking into the cullen house yesterday and only leaving a note.

she doesn't turn towards the light. not yet. give her a moment to adjust. ]

[crisis_rain]

Jack? No, my name's-

[Wait... it finally clicks, this is not his room. He panics for a moment, looking for somewhere he could hide. The window is on the other of the room, maybe if he darted towards it before she woke up properly he'd be alright?

Fuck it, he dives onto the floor and rolls under her bed. Why are there so many weapons under here? Is that an axe? Oh god, he knows he's gonna die.]

[slaying]

[ only that doesn't really sound like jack. what the hell?

bright lights be damned, buffy is now bolt upright in bed. she holds the blanket up to her shoulders despite the relatively modest pajama pairing of plaid bottoms and a camisole. it's the principle of the matter, darn it. ]

Who's there? And weren't you ever taught to knock?

[ one ankle appears at what now must be raven's eye-level and it is soon followed by another. there's a soft metallic clank as buffy picks a knife from her bedside table. ]

[crisis_rain]

[He shuffles under the bed further, moving a sword quietly to one side in the hopes she won't check down here. He recognizes that voice, but can't quite place it.

Cute ankles though, he'd consider himself very lucky to have ended up in a woman's bedroom any other night. Tonight though? No he was terrified. He needed to think up an ingenious explaination for what he was doing in her room and how he ended up under her bed...

This was not looking very good at all.]

[slaying]

[ her immediate instinct is to check the closet, which she rips open with a clatter only to find...nothing but her very trendy and over-stuffed wardrobe. huh. had she imagined it?

buffy walks back towards the centre of the room. vamp-sensing skills are useless because to get inside whoever it is couldn't have been a vampire. no invite. ]

If you're here to get your theft on? Don't bother. No crown jewels here. [ but it occurs to her that on a normal day she would have had the general's locket. hmm.

and then a second thought hits her brain...is it one of their droids? will this be a kidnapping? god dammit, where's her journal. whatever's going on she could at least broadcast it... ]

[crisis_rain]

[He sighs in relief, glad he chose the bed not the closet to hide. Maybe she'd just think it was Luceti being strange? Maybe he'd be perfectly fine and she'd go back to bed, giving him the chance to make a run for it? If not... he'd need to make the first move, being caught would be much worse.

He reached his hand out again, looking for something he could grab a hold of. Waving an axe at her wouldn't be the best idea, but maybe she had something he could use as a white flag under here?]

[slaying]

[ no such luck for the old man. buffy is far too accustomed to the freak-factor to just toss it aside and crawl back into bed; however, she might be able to draw the intruder out if she...hmm.

buffy carefully climbs back into bed, the dagger still gripped in her right hand. she gives a long, theatrical yawn. ]

[crisis_rain]

[She didn't turn the light off, she's obviously not going back to bed. He contemplates the value of his own life for a moment, realizing there are much worse ways to die than like this he might aswell just try and talk his way out.

He grabs a hold of a white piece of fabric under Buffy's bed, it looks white, it's hard to tell when it's dark down here. God help him, he crawls out and darts towards the wall, waving it around.]

Don't kill me! It was an accident! Honest!

[slaying]

[ aha! here he comes, she rises up to her knees on the bed with the dagger leading...oh. ] Raven? [ well, that is unexpected. ]

I'm not going to ki--[ what does he have in his hands? was that? a pair of her...? her flummoxed and confused expression trips quickly into indignation as she vaults easily from the bed and descends upon the old man like an intercepting football player. ] How could you...? [ her voice icy as she slams into raven, looking to wrestle her unmentionables from his hands.

luckily, she has left the dagger behind on the bed. ]

[crisis_rain]

Huh? I told ya! It was an acci- Ahhh! [Having her launch herself at him like that he starts panicking. He wants to think "this is so hot" but he just can't right now. As he struggles trying to push her off, he notices she's after whatever he's gripping onto with his dear life in his hand. His face turns to a very blank expression.

He's holding a very lovely pair of her panties, complete with a nice lacey trim... Oh dear, he's made it worse. He quickly throws them as far as he can across the room.]

It really isn't what it looks like!

[slaying]

You sure about that, Raven? 'Cause it really looks like you're sneaking in and rifling through my underwear drawer. Very much not appreciated.

[ at least once the mentioned unmentionables are tossed across the room, she backs off. ]

[crisis_rain]

If I was gonna go through yer underwear drawer, I wouldn't turn the light on.

[As she moves away he rubs the back of his head, why did all the bad thing happen to him?]

Ya dunno, this could all just be some crazy dream.

[slaying]

Okay that is still too much information than I ever need to know, defense or otherwise.

[ it's raven so at least she sits back on the edge of the bed and gets that slightly less violent look on her face. ] As for dreaming? Well, no two-headed alien has yet asked to be taxied to Dalphia Five so I think we're dream free.

[ god sometimes she makes sense i promise. ]

[crisis_rain]

Maybe that was wishful thinkin' on my behalf. [He dust himself down, straightening out his clothes and keeping a good distance from Buffy's bed.]

If ya promise ta keep this little bedroom intrusion secret, then I'll keep the "Jack, we just, I thought ya went home" thing a secret too. Deal?

[slaying]

...Some mutual secrecy would be awesome. [ she winces and covers her face and tries to stamp out some of that blushing. ]

[crisis_rain]

[Now to quickly distract her from the fact he's in her bedroom at three in the morning with no actual explaination.]

I only know of one Jack... Oooh! A little secret affair is it? Sneaky, sneaky!