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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"What the heck does that mean?" she wonders aloud, staring at the message on her screen.
Well, time to really wake up and figure it out. And that's about when she sees what's happening in the third floor kitchen. (Eventually, she makes it out of her room, down the hall, and to the ninth floor kitchen - after quite a few wrong turns trying to find said closest kitchen - where she blearily looks around for food at the same time she checks the tablets.) No... no, no, no, no! She doesn't even know if there are other vampires, nor does she care if Drusilla's going to go crazy over this. All she knows is that Angel's here and if he's trapped like she is, then he's going to need that blood. Like hell is she going to let it all go to waste!
She bolts to the fridge. It's time to start stuffing her arms.
Once she's back in her room, she makes a locked visual feed to Angel.
"Hey, Angel? There's blood in the kitchens, but... I-I'm not sure how much is left." She pauses, turning her tablet to show him the pile on her bed. It's not huge, but it's not small, either. "I managed to snag some from the ninth floor, though, so i-if you know any other vampires who need any..."
She trails off. So far, Angel and Drusilla are the only ones she for sure knows of, but knowing Taxon, there are probably others with souls like Angel. There's no reason for them to starve just because someone's paranoid.
[ ooc: willow can be interrupted at any point, either while she's just getting up, walking through the halls, in the kitchen poking around, in the kitchen taking the blood, or running from the kitchen to her room with her arms full of blood bags. Up to you :3 ]
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For now, though, she nods at Angel. "I-I don't know how many of them there are o-or if there are any others, but... I figured you'd need it and if there are any others, they'd need it, too. So if you want it, I'll just... keep a stash here."
And Angel can come get it whenever he feels like it and keep her as much in or out of the loop as he wants. She really doesn't care at this point and she trusts Angel's judgment, for better or for worse.
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"I'm guessing human, but... y'know..." She shrugs. "It's not like I would know."
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And she's not going anywhere.
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It's said in a half-exasperated and half-TOTALLY UNDERSTANDING tone.
"That's why I grabbed as much as I could. I saw what he was doing. Lucky for us all, I was already in the other kitchen."
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And she really isn't. She's camped out in her room, with the door propped open, and she may be trying to figure out how to make an ice box out of nothing.
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He's not too concerned about his state ofundress, however, he's busy frowning at the witch. Pire.
"...did I really forget you were a vampire or or or has it just never come up?"
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And then she realizes it's Glitch and she breathes a sigh of relief, lets the barrier down, and picks up the few bags that managed to escape her arms.
"They're not for me. I-I'm just... holding onto them."
Because that stutter will totally convince everyone.
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"Okay," he says, and his smile is tentative but brief because neither the stutter nor the content of her remark is all that convincing. "Okay. But, um, i-if you were that would be okay, you know."
Glitch is down with vampires. He's only been slightly eaten the once, and he'd had a vampire best friend. Live and let live and all that.
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"I'm from Angel's world," she explains, straightening up and making sure the bags aren't tugging her spaghetti strap shirt the wrong way. No need to flash Glitch just because he's a friend. "When people get turned in Sunnydale, they lose their souls. Believe me, you'd know if I was a vampire. I'd be less 'yay mojo' and more 'grrr fangs' all the time.
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"Right," Glitch said with one of his sharp, decisive nods. Explanation accepted. "We really need some sort of 'know-your-vampires' thingy, or maybe that's just me." He tapped his head and chuckled before casually wandering over to inspect a fruit bowl.
"So. The blood's for...Angel, then? He a big eater?"
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