VIDEO & ACTION ✪ TOOK HER TO THE FAIR 'CAUSE SHE LIKES IT THERE
[ it is a fine, late august monday and buffy summers has just been returned from a kidnapping. but she isn't laid out on the forest floor or wandering the village in a daze. she isn't harmed but she certainly isn't happy. this is because buffy summers is standing unsteadily -- arms crossed tightly over her chest -- in a lavish little bouncy castle in the heart of luceti land.
she nudges her journal open with a bare toe. ]
I'm back. [ her voice is flat. slowly, she kneels and smooths out the white new feather dress that she was returned in. one arm uncrosses so that she can pick the book up. ] And in one piece -- which is nice and all but...
[ a sigh. her backdrop is all garish yellows and greens. she sways in the journal's feed, unable to keep her balance with all these fun-time bouncy shenanigans. ]
But I need...someone? Anyone? The glorified toaster ovens won't let me out of this... [ she glares at something off-journal; the droids manning the park have kept her all-too-firmly trapped in this bouncy hell. as much as she hates to admit it, she's been reduced to a damsel-in-carnival-distress. ] Castle. I'm trapped in a castle. I can't believe I just had to say that. Time to take me out behind the barn and have me shot.
[ with another dramatic sigh, buffy turns her journal and shows off the portion of the park that she's being kept in. humiliatingly, she needs to convince people to win her some stuffed animals as currency to buy her way out of this trap. until then? she's stuck listening to overly cheery music and grumbling to herself.
she edges back against the far corner and leans her head against the yielding wall. a hero awaiting heroes. ]
(ooc; ahaha so buffy needs to convince people to win her prizes in order to be let go. she won't be very charming about it, either. also let's assume this goes on for a few hours so she'll still be there once the sun sets for all your awkward vampire and slayer conversation needs.)
she nudges her journal open with a bare toe. ]
I'm back. [ her voice is flat. slowly, she kneels and smooths out the white new feather dress that she was returned in. one arm uncrosses so that she can pick the book up. ] And in one piece -- which is nice and all but...
[ a sigh. her backdrop is all garish yellows and greens. she sways in the journal's feed, unable to keep her balance with all these fun-time bouncy shenanigans. ]
But I need...someone? Anyone? The glorified toaster ovens won't let me out of this... [ she glares at something off-journal; the droids manning the park have kept her all-too-firmly trapped in this bouncy hell. as much as she hates to admit it, she's been reduced to a damsel-in-carnival-distress. ] Castle. I'm trapped in a castle. I can't believe I just had to say that. Time to take me out behind the barn and have me shot.
[ with another dramatic sigh, buffy turns her journal and shows off the portion of the park that she's being kept in. humiliatingly, she needs to convince people to win her some stuffed animals as currency to buy her way out of this trap. until then? she's stuck listening to overly cheery music and grumbling to herself.
she edges back against the far corner and leans her head against the yielding wall. a hero awaiting heroes. ]
(ooc; ahaha so buffy needs to convince people to win her prizes in order to be let go. she won't be very charming about it, either. also let's assume this goes on for a few hours so she'll still be there once the sun sets for all your awkward vampire and slayer conversation needs.)