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[limitedrun]

[Siren's Port. Canada. Different world. No leaving. Monsters.]

And I should believe you because...?

[The conversation with the "Greeter" is terse and short-lived. Throughout it, Griffin wasn't even paying that much attention. He was just trying to Jump home. Jump to his Lair. Jump to damn Chechnya, anywhere that wasn't this stupid, weird field.

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[imstillbaking]

Life, death, and all of the things sandwiched between them are pretty much null and void here. Welcome to Hell Lite.

[ Pause. ]

Probably a good idea to get inside somewhere, pretty soon.

Long story short? Surprise, you were kidnapped! Sorry. No door prize.

[ She's not great at this. :/ ]

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[limitedrun]

[Griffin appreciates bluntness as much as the next emotionally-underdeveloped, tactless person, but even that needs a moment to sink in.]

What if I want my money back?

[Translation: Who can I throttle and maybe kill so I can go home?]

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[imstillbaking]

[ Buffy's actually trying to lighten the mood. She's just not doing it very well. She's pretty new to this stupid crap, herself. 8( It's a sad day. ]

The Port has a strict no-refund policy. Like Bel-Air shopping.

[ A pause. Like... Long. Long enough for him to maybe say something. Or start, at least. ]

I'm sorry you're trapped, though. Not that... it'll make you feel any better.

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[limitedrun]

[That's okay, Buffy. You could have been the Three Stooges and Griffin's mood would not have been lightened. ... Okay, maybe if you were the Three Stooges, but you get the drift.]

But there's--

[Sympathy? Bwha? Griffin hasn't gotten sympathy from someone since... well, he can't remember, but it was a damn long time ago. Just as well, he's not really good with that sort of thing. He might have even snarked at her for showing it, except she sounds hot.]

Oh. Well. Yeah. It won't. [awkward throat clearing]

But look, there's someone I can complain to, yeah? Hell's customer service, if we're sticking with this metaphor.

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[imstillbaking]

[ Buffy's used to snark in response to sympathy she shows, y'know. And she can snark back.

He's correct in his assumptions that she's hot. ]

Hey, I tried. [ You can't hear her shrug. But she shrugged. Promise. ]

Nope. And even if there were, it's Hell's customer service - would they really care? [ A beat. ] Answer is probably not.

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Dunno, I think I could make them care.

But I need to suss this out myself, then. Good enough.

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[imstillbaking]

Pretty confident there, aren'tcha?

I'm not exactly the expert on this place.. I've only been here about a month or so myself, but let me know if you need a hand, alright?