now i rock a house party at the drop of a hat.

[eventextras]

It's around five o'clock in the morning when the citizens of Taxon find themselves inexplicably transported into rooms within the Sanctuary. Doors are left open and beds unmade, food abandoned and lights left on, still shining brightly for those who were awake and are no longer present. The Extras don't seem to notice the captive population's

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[location] 7th Floor, Room 3 & Corridor

[vampbogeyman]

Anita was really getting tired of waking up in strange places.

Stabbings, she could handle. Vampire bites, cuts, scratches, bruises, broken bones, any manner of injury, she could deal with. These were all tangible things that could be dealt with in a manner that gave her some sense of accomplishment, even if she wasn't terribly fond of the injuries themselves. It was a malady she had some degree of control over.

But this? This constant moving, waking up to yet another unfamiliar set of walls?

Okay. Yeah. This was getting old fast.

She grumbled as she sat up in bed, ruffling the back of her hair with her hand before raking fingers through it, a haphazard way of grooming herself. Well, if she was going to be somewhere unfamiliar, she was glad she had chosen to sleep in jeans and a polo. It was a good rule of thumb, she felt, to prepare to be on the move at any time of day, with the new addendum of "especially when one has been kidnapped by aliens."

No shoes, though. Damn it. Reaching for her nearby tablet, she blinked several times in rapid succession as she read over the message that had appeared on the screen. "Technical difficulties? Seriously?"

She sighed heavily, getting to her feet and trudging towards the hallway in her socks. Time to take in the lay of the land, then.

[location 7th Floor Corridor]

[thesecondslayer]

Faith's in roughly the same boat; she's just far, far more half naked. Just be glad she's in sleep pants and a sports bra instead of bareass naked. It does mean her scar from where Buffy tried to gut her is on display, but she's kind of forgotten the slim line of scar tissue is something most people would find weird. "You got any idea what's up?"

[vampbogeyman]

Anita noted the skimpier attire Faith had been saddled with, though the scar didn't seem to register for more than a moment, other than to make a mental note that it looked like it had been made by a clean cut. Her own short sleeves had left the mess that was her left arm on display, raised scars trickling from the crook of her elbow like water. It had been awhile since she'd given up trying to cover it with clothing. She honestly didn't think about it much anymore.

"'Technical difficulties,' so sayeth our captors," Anita said dryly, holding up her tablet before sliding it into the pocket of her jeans. "Apparently they thought relocating us without giving a heads up was the thing to do. You alright?"

[thesecondslayer]

Faith doesn't raise an eyebrow at the scars; she's seen worse, and if she wasn't a slayer she'd have worse. She doesn't purposefully not look at them, but after a brief perusal she returns her gaze back to Anita's face.

"Yeah, I didn't even open mine up. I hate those freaking things." She really hates them; Faith currently holds the record for Person In Taxon Who Has Attempted To Messily Destroy Their Tablet the Most Times. C4 might have played in, at one point. "Jesus, freaking hamsters. And yeah, I'm fine. Pissed, but fine."

[vampbogeyman]

"They're useful, at least. Far as I can tell," Anita surmised with a shrug, crossing her arms over her chest in a protective sort of stance. She felt a hell of a lot more insecure than was the norm, not having the Browning on her. She could certainly defend herself without it if the need arose, and though she had been told nobody would be attacking her here in Taxon, she remained skeptical. Besides. It had just been so long since she'd been forced to go without it.

"Pissed is deal withable. Long as no one's injured. I assume this means everyone's been pulled here, then."

[thesecondslayer]

"Yeah, you say that now. Just wait, you'll get it." Faith is, despite her exhibitionist streak, an intensely private person. The tablets' habit of broadcasting her amateur porn tapes is nothing; their habit of turning on when she's vulnerable is a whole lot of something. The lack of control pisses her off almost as much as it terrifies her.

"My guess is yeah. It's only the little shit people get singled out for. Otherwise, we're all in it together. Singing Kumbayah or whatever." The sarcasm in her voice makes it clear that she's not exactly a proponent of all this togetherness.

[vampbogeyman]

"What kind of little shit?" Anita asked with a raised brow, curious. It probably didn't matter at the moment, but if there was some reason the hamsters might single her out in the future, she'd have liked to know ahead of time. You know, just to give her a little breathing room to prepare, if need be.

She shook her head a moment later. "I'm not that thrilled about our being dragged to a sleepover by force, either. Or whatever it is that's going on here. Standing here and talking about it isn't going to do much, though. I'm gonna have a look around. You're welcome to come with."

[thesecondslayer]

"You know. Glitches, but one on one." Faith won't be volunteering her one experience with glitches; childhood wasn't easy for her, wasn't something she wanted to remember. The hamsters owe her a pound or two of flesh for that.

"Nah, I'm good. Gonna see if I can find some food." And people she knows, but details.

[vampbogeyman]

Anita nodded, glancing down the hallway in the opposite direction as she searched for any other signs of life. "Alright. I may do the same in a bit, but I'd like to get the lay of the land first. Let me know if you find anything of interest in your travels?"

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[adeadringer]

I think they're running out of ideas for torture.

[ elena replied to him from her room on the fifth floor. she looked...tired, and if stefan looked closely he'd be able to see charlotte trying to scale a small mountain of board games, which were all that came out when she tried to hatch herself a change of clothing. ]

What floor are you on? [ she rubbed at her eyes, which blinked and widened as she noticed his tattoo. ] Is anyone else around?

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[adeadringer]

Fifth, in room four.

And good. Before you run into anyone, your tattoo is showing. [ which she's pretty sure he's already well aware of, but she tells him anyway. ] And something's wrong with the hatches, because this - [ and she turns the camera slightly to show him the stack of games that charlotte has scaled and is setting down to nap on ] - is all that came out when I tried to hatch a change of clothes.

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[adeadringer]

[ elena nods, taking a quick glance around to find an appropriate spot. ]

Okay.