[holo] taxon wars episode one: a new nerd

[likevegeta]

[ holo ]

Scotland. They were fleeing to Scotland for their lives.

And Andrew was dreaming of hot pockets. Or rather, he was dreaming of a lack of hot pockets. Specifically, the empty box with a sticker attached, stating that this box should not be empty because the remaining hot pocket was Andrew's and Andrew's alone. He had gone out and bought

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[likevegeta]

"Buffy!"

There's relief simply sweeping over his face. His gaze whips from the board back to the phone, a smile chasing away that previously exhausted and paranoid expression. Today? Today was a very bad day. A very, very bad day - and hearing word from Slayer Prime makes it significantly less of a bad day - but, priorities. Andrew makes his way over to the wall and snatches the board up, rubbing it against the side of his dirty hoodie in an attempt to destroy the evidence. It's a moderate success - the dirt seems to have effectively smeared the marker, leaving everything slightly blurred.

He considers this enough of a victory for now. "Okay, after the day I've had? No way. Initiative ranks higher than any George Romero film ever." To be quite honest, though he's fought zombies in real life - he still can't stomach seeing any of the Dawn of the Dead movies in full. There's a shiver just thinking abou- and there goes that image of Skinless Warren kissing Claire Higgins.

He risks a paranoid glance over his shoulder as he makes his way back over to the strange phone, not quite daring to touch it yet - Indiana Jones would be proud. "O-or Clive Barker. No way."

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[slaying]

"Aliens, Andrew." She does not bother keeping on the kid gloves for the boy who went from enemy to hostage to guestage to ally in the span of a few months. And instead of worrying, Buffy focuses on the fact that she was actually relieved to see Andrew come out of the last battle alive. There was a bridge-o-trust being built and Buffy can always use more of those. "This is apparently all down to aliens."

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[likevegeta]

"Aliens?" There's a dubious note to his voice. "A-are we talking Queller demons?"

But they weren't near advanced enough to pull something like this off, were they? Aliens? Real aliens - kidnapping him?

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[slaying]

"Worse." Maybe. Buffy is no expert on this place. not yet. "Plus something about hamsters. It's all...well, to be honest?" She breaths out a distracted sigh. "I've only been here for a few days, myself. I'm kinda in an answer deficit when it comes to any questions you might have."

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[likevegeta]

"Hamsters?" Oh, well - Buffy not knowing the answers is completely unnerving. "I was just on my way to come and see you before," he makes a vague gesture to the room - or perhaps it's meant to reference the teleporting, "um, this..."

[visual] omg sorry for slowness.

[slaying]

"To come...see me?" This seems to throw her for a bit of a loop.

[visual] omg sorry for slowness.

[likevegeta]

"Yeah." Andrew doesn't seem to notice anything strange about this. His expression is suddenly dead serious. "Buffy, we've got big time trouble."

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[slaying]

"We do?"

B-but...you just got here, Andrew. How do you already know more than she does? Did you use your nerd-powers?

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[likevegeta]

Nerd-fu teaches one all they need to know about the world.

"Yeah." A touch grimly. "The evil army guys knocked out all my tech and my wiccans."

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[slaying]

"Andrew, you don't own any wiccans." Buffy does not sound so sure of herself. After all..."Well, as far as I know. Which apparently isn't very far at all."

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[likevegeta]

"Okay - technically I don't own them, 'cause they're people and that would be slavery or something, but they work for me because they work for you." A beat. "Um... what?"

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[slaying]

She is starting to realize the heart of the problem.

"You and me -- we're from different times."

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[likevegeta]

This is easier to swallow for him than most. Possibly because after aliens, government conspiracies and a lifetime of scifi movies he's simply adapting and rolling with the punches (figuratively - he's fairly certain that a solid punch from Buffy would have him dead) so instead of launching into immediate denial, he simply starts to worry.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

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[slaying]

"The battle with the First. Winning. That's what I remember."

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[likevegeta]

There is being thrown for a loop, and then there is being strapped into a rollarcoaster of unpleasant revelations. This was most certainly the latter.

"Oh." A beat. A hop, a skip and a jump of silence. "Oh. Buffy that- that was like..." Two years ago. A lifetime ago - or so it felt. Suddenly he's bouncing a nervous leg and drumming his fingers against the communicator.