[ it's a wonderful daynight in the neighbourhoodfreaky experimental prison village and buffy summers is walking home from the bar. things are good. life is...well, life is kinda good. sorta good. good enough to cause her to question all the surplus goodness. she has an oversized purse dangling from one shoulder and it clinks with booze bottles as ( Read more... )

[Occasionally, Buffy is alone. Not too often--because, hey, this engine runs on social butterfly fuel. But now and then there are moments between exploits where the Slayer is on her own. Today, it happens to be a captured moment in the room she shares with Captain Kirk. While she probably should have be on laundry duty, she finds herself caring for ( Read more... )

[The recording snaps on with a clatter and at first the scene is hard to make out. An early rising sun and perhaps the rain-dampened rail of one of Luceti's bridges. The journal is clearly on the ground, staring up and catching just a fraction of Buffy's upper body and face as she speaks to someone or something out of sight.]

[The young woman's ( Read more... )