VIDEO & ACTION ✪ TOOK HER TO THE FAIR 'CAUSE SHE LIKES IT THERE

[slaying]

[ 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

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[markofthewise]

[Sokka had rather hoped he could get away jumping around in the bouncy funtime castle without being noticed. When he trips over backwards on someone LAYING DOWN IN IT, he is needless to say, stunned and embarrassed. Now on his back, his legs draped over Buffy, he starts to sit up a little annoyed.]

Hey! What's the big-

[markofthewise]

-- Buffy?

[Why are you in the bouncy funtime castle.]

[slaying]

[ why is everyone thinking that?! she likes fun! sort of! sometimes! she's a very fun gal. she's all-fun sally. well...maybe not all fun. there are reputations to protect, after all and... ]

Huhwhat? [ she sits up only to find...sokka. on top of her.

well that's new. ]

Gee. Howdy.

[markofthewise]

[Sokka starts to shuffle away, swinging his legs back towards him.]

Umm, hi? I'd ask why you decided to sneak in here to take a nap but umm... I guess the outfit kind of gives that away.

[slaying]

Y-yeah. [ she sounds a little shaken. ] Just landed. I guess.

[ she'd been in a cell and then -- huh. here. home. back.

oh but her head hurts. ]

Where are we?

[markofthewise]

[Sokka tries to get up. These castles are hard to stand up in, but once he does, he'll try to extend to her a hand up.]

Um, well, funny story actually. Well, not that funny. It's not even a story, really. It's Luceti Land.

[slaying]

Wait...again?

[ she reaches appreciatively for his hand and tugs herself up. and then she sort of leers and stares at him and frowns and makes a face. ]

Sokka. What's on your face?

[markofthewise]

[Too bad this is a bouncy castle, because with Sokka pulling her up, he loses balance and tumbles backwards again, probably pulling her with him. After a moment of stunned silence, he offers meekly:]

Beard. It's a beard. Like it?

[slaying]

[ well now she's atop him and that's just all kinds of awkward. the slayer doesn't seem to notice yet, though. she's too busy peering down at that beard. looking thoughtful. dangerously thoughtful. ]

It's...[ hmm. she's always been the kind of someone to prefer a handsomely clean-shaved chin. but minds can be persuaded and even the strict buffy summers has come to rather like -- oh say -- jack's little wicked beard tail things. his words. not hers. ]

Striking. And new. But striking. And...[ finally, she sits back and smooths the skirt of the dress in a rather prim fashion. ]

I approve. I think. It's just so -- new.

[markofthewise]

[It is awkward and that's really the only thing he's thinking about until she's off of him again. He scoots back, sitting up as well, and deciding maybe trying to stand in here? Bad idea.]

Striking is good. But it's not that new... [It's just, Buffy has been gone awhile.]

[slaying]

[ at that, her face falls. horror sets in. ]

Oh, God. I haven't been gone for months, have I? [ she scrambles to find her journal. is it here? ] Dawnie! Bones -- Jack. [ Angel. ] Giles...they'll be worried sick.

[markofthewise]

[Oh, jeez, his indignity has her panicked. He immediately raises his hands in a placating manner.] No no! Not months! Just.. two weeks. That's not too bad.

[slaying]

...Still. [ but she looks calmer. breathes a little easier. presses her lips together and sinks back against a castle wall. ]

S-sorry. Momentary wigging. You -- it looks hella manly, Sokka.

[markofthewise]

[Okay, good. He's not good at panicky Buffy. He had enough of that a month ago!]

Really? Thanks. [Maybe it offsets the braid. Not that he thought the braid was girly, but maybe other people did? He never saw other guys in Luceti with braids. Not like his side one.] So um. I guess you'll probably want out of here.

[slaying]

Out would be nice. Out and then food. I'm starving. [ she's always hungry, though. go go slayer metabolism.

and so she half crawls, half walks her precarious way to the entrance... ]

[markofthewise]

[He will follow at a slow and purposely avoiding-not-watching-her-from-behind sort of way. For the sake of decency and all that. Once they're out, he sort of awkwardly gets back on his feet. Maybe she won't bother to ask why he was in there to begin with...]

Right. So. Food. Yeah, we can go get food.