Characters: AU!Willow Rosenberg, OPEN Where: Courtyard When: Not long after Willow's pod opens. Summary: Willow arrives at Phase, all with the "OMGWTFBBQ".
As Willow stood in the courtyard, a new set of footsteps echoed down the hallway-louder, heavier, with a longer stride. The Joker, or "Jack" as he was calling himself to others, had rounded the corner just in time to see someone step outside and out of view. A woman, judging by the glimpse he'd caught, and no one he knew (or thought he knew).
He was on his way to one of the ports toting a large duffel bag from his shoulder which was, for now, mostly empty save for a few necessary items. And in keeping with his "harmless citizen" look, he was paintless and dressed inconspicuously in jeans and a dark purple hoodie with the hood pulled up over his hair. The charade couldn't hold up for much longer, he knew, since Dick Grayson had already recognized him and was liable to propagate the knowledge to whomever else was there.
Out the corner of his eye, he spotted the back of Willow's ginger head as he passed the open doorway but thought nothing of it.
Willow faintly heard the footsteps coming from behind her and she turned, seeing a tallish man, a little above average height, had to be over six feet, if just barely. She gasped softly, this being the first person she'd seen since arriving on the Niven ring. "Excuse me!" Willow called, loud enough for him to hear her as she made her way over, feet shifting from being silent on the grass to soft slaps against the hallway.
She slowed down a little when she reached him, walking behind him a little. "Excuse me, could you tell me what's going on here, please? I was in my room just a second ago and I blacked out then woke up in this weird pod thing and I'm kinda hoping that this isn't some 'Attack of the Pod People' movie."
The first time she called out, he pretended not to hear but when she followed after him and started getting verbose he slowed, turned part-way, and eventually paused. From here she would plainly see his scars but since she was obviously new to the base, it wasn't as if she would know any better or have received any warnings. Something about her voice had caught his ear and now that he was looking upon her face, there was something vaguely familiar about that, too
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She inhaled sharply, but softly through her nose when she'd seen the scars. There was something...not familiar, but deja vu-y about them. Like she'd seen them somewhere before. In a book or a movie or a comic book. But she'd not read comics in years. Not since Xander's parents stopped giving him an allowance.
"No movie. That's...a relief. God knows I don't want to reenact 'Escape from New York'. I'd make a terrible Snake Plissken," Willow said with a small, grateful sigh. "Not going crazy is good, too," the redhead added with a nod. "Well, not crazier than I already am."
Willow flashed him a room-brightening smile, lifting her hand. It was so nice to have someone be so open and polite when she was all sorts of confused. "Willow Rosenberg. Nice to meet you, Dick."
Considering the sterile, tech lab smell of the rest of the complex, Booth was all too happy to be outside in the always noon day sun. He wore sunglasses, a white t-shirt and black slacks. It felt like a spring day in DC, which was great, because it was one of his favorite seasons. Not to warm, not too cold. Started down a path centered around a flower bed, thinking about what had conspired between himself, Angel, and Brennan since they had returned. It was driving him crazy, to be off the job, to be stuck her, and Brennan knew it. He'd busied himself with operating one of the replicator machines in 'his' new apartment as she offered a few theories regarding their situation. To him? Getting back to DC would be the first priority. Besides, didn't they just get word of a case
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An unreadable emotion was etched across the redhead's face. It was a mixture of fear, confusion, dread, curiosity. She almost seemed to have a permanent frown on her face, bottom lip jutting out just slightly and she lifted her hand, scratching at the scalp that lay beneath the auburn locks that fell to her shoulders.
It just wasn't fair. It was bad enough that Willow had been taken to some...strange space station, but not only that, but she was in her pajamas. And no bra! It's not like she was of Pam Anderson proportions, but still. A girl's gotta stay some kind of a lady and not some brazen hussy going around with no bra.
It didn't take long to close the distance between them. Booth stood ten feet away from the young college age student and paused, clearing his throat lightly. "Hey. Hi." He said with a small wave. "You doing okay?" What else? Welcome to the space ring? That totally wouldn't go over very well. Take it slow, easy, and let her deal with it one step at a time. So he offered a friendly smile, waiting for her to turn around to greet him and answer his question.
At the familiar tone, Willow gasped, whirling around to see Angel in very laid back clothing. Usually it was a button down shirt and slacks. Leather pants when he was Angelus. That weirdo sadist had a thing for the leather pants. Weirdness aside, the redhead rushed forward, throwing her arms around his neck, burying her face between her arm and his neck, hugging him tightly. "Oh my god!"
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He was on his way to one of the ports toting a large duffel bag from his shoulder which was, for now, mostly empty save for a few necessary items. And in keeping with his "harmless citizen" look, he was paintless and dressed inconspicuously in jeans and a dark purple hoodie with the hood pulled up over his hair. The charade couldn't hold up for much longer, he knew, since Dick Grayson had already recognized him and was liable to propagate the knowledge to whomever else was there.
Out the corner of his eye, he spotted the back of Willow's ginger head as he passed the open doorway but thought nothing of it.
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She slowed down a little when she reached him, walking behind him a little. "Excuse me, could you tell me what's going on here, please? I was in my room just a second ago and I blacked out then woke up in this weird pod thing and I'm kinda hoping that this isn't some 'Attack of the Pod People' movie."
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"No movie. That's...a relief. God knows I don't want to reenact 'Escape from New York'. I'd make a terrible Snake Plissken," Willow said with a small, grateful sigh. "Not going crazy is good, too," the redhead added with a nod. "Well, not crazier than I already am."
Willow flashed him a room-brightening smile, lifting her hand. It was so nice to have someone be so open and polite when she was all sorts of confused. "Willow Rosenberg. Nice to meet you, Dick."
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It just wasn't fair. It was bad enough that Willow had been taken to some...strange space station, but not only that, but she was in her pajamas. And no bra! It's not like she was of Pam Anderson proportions, but still. A girl's gotta stay some kind of a lady and not some brazen hussy going around with no bra.
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