001 // intro || good good girl with a troubled mind

[pixiesinmyhead]

[Wandering the hallways and ducking away from windows, Drusilla seems more curious about than bothered by her arrival.]

A pretty sort of fairy tale for pretty little princesses and princes, innit...

[It's not because she understands what's going on, she very much doesn't.  After another moment of contemplation, her expression turns to a full-blown

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AHHHH

[breakmychest]

[Spike is walking the halls as well when he sees her. He stops and does a double take.]

...Drusilla?

<333333 forever and ever

[pixiesinmyhead]

My Spike.

*Yeah, his presence makes everything better.*

You're here. And you're standing on your feet, you're well...

*She'll now be moving to throw arms around him, grinning.*

You should get on IM or something.

[breakmychest]

[He hasn't been Drusilla's in a very long time. He's not really seeing anyone right now, but that's beside the point. He and Dru broke up. And he's got a soul now and she's evil.

But he can't help but catch his arms around her waist when she throws herself at him. It's Drusilla, and some habits aren't easily broken.

Wait.]

On my feet...?

Done~

[pixiesinmyhead]

[Oh, timelines. They are a funny thing, and a funny thing Dru hasn't even thought of as being a problem. She just nods, slightly confused.]

You're not hurt.

[leon]

[He'd sensed her--at least, he'd been able to sense something, even if he wasn't sure what it was at the time. Chalk it up to the latent bond he shared with those that he sired. Whatever it was, it had been enough to get him to leave Cordelia's room and entrust her to the DVD player for the time being.

Angel wasn't sure what he expected to find, but he still felt compelled to look. Needless to say, rounding a corner and coming face to face with his one time obsession was hardly it. He stands there momentarily, hoping that she might be a doppleganger from another world like that FBI agent everyone keeps comparing him too, even if he already knows better]

Dru?

[pixiesinmyhead]

Angel.

[Her eyes do light up, familiar faces are good, but any of her usual flirtation is absent.]

It's lovely here, too lovely.

[leon]

[No real reaction from his end. The last time he saw her, he'd just lit her on fire]

When did you get here?

[pixiesinmyhead]

[Well. Hardly a proper way to greet someone, that.]

In hours, minutes - couldn't quite say.

[fishy_go_byebye]

You could ask for one...

[pixiesinmyhead]

Who ought I to ask?

[fishy_go_byebye]

People like to hear things.

[Unknowing lies, liiiiiiies]

[pixiesinmyhead]

Some go without hearing what they don't want. Selective.

[demonologist]

[Wesley had been coming down from Lilah's room when he spies someone acting oddly, shying away from the windows. Not able to see her face yet, he does notice that she's pulling at her own garments and hair as if she's in distress.]

Excuse me, miss. Are you all right?

[pixiesinmyhead]

Someone's made their dreams real, and we're all brought in...

[Dru has a feeling about this one, and it's sort of making her stare as she places it.]

[demonologist]

[A new arrival then. There's something about the woman which tugs at his memory, even though he's fairly certain he's never met her before.]

You're in a place called Paradisa. I'm afraid it's quite real.

[Her face, her manner...it's as if he should know her.]

[pixiesinmyhead]

[And Drusilla has a sense of reverse-deja vu, almost, a knowing that she might be aware of him somewhere else, not here, not home, but somewhere.]

Paradisa. [She tries the word, finding she doesn't really like how it tastes.] We're the toys. Invisible puppet strings.

[ruined_jaw]

[Here, Drusilla, have a monstrous British kid, his face and chest all wrapped up with what looks like black bandages. He gives you a sympathetic look, knowing the look of a newbie when he sees one.]

{That's...a surprisingly accurate assessment, luv. Like somethin' out o' a dream, this place is, yet here we all are. My name's Jonothan.}

[pixiesinmyhead]

[There's something unusual about this boy, Drusilla can tell, but it's not particularly troublesome to her right now.]

Someone's dream, only they don't know us all the way.

[She holds her dress out, bobbing into a curtsy.]

I'm called Drusilla.

[ruined_jaw]

[Jono gives a polite nod, his look still sympathetic. He's known odd women in his life, so Drusilla's stream-of-consciousness dialect doesn't throw him much.]

{Place's pretty accommodating, despite. Almos' like we're th' dreamers, makin' our own shared reality out of something not ours.}

{You must've jus' arrived. How much've you been told 'bout this place?}

[pixiesinmyhead]

Fabricating what we want of fantasy and memory.

[Her looking around them isn't out of avoiding the conversation; she's just curious, and for her talk of manners, doesn't register that some might think that's strange.]

Haven't heard much at all -- figured some, a dream isn't always read so easily.