01 | holo | location: sanctuary | ARRIVAL

Nov 22, 2011 18:05

"So... that's a whisky, two strawberry daquiris, and... a diet coke. Got it. Be right back!" She can feel the smile stretching her skin tight, trying to keep the level of cheer expected by The Powers that Be... in this case, the guys running the place. This polyester renaissance horror show that is her job right now, it manages to pay the bills ( Read more... )

# intro post, kobra kid, drusilla (au), @ central, buffy summers, dwight hendrickson, mayland long, willow rosenberg

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[Visual] smecker November 23 2011, 12:47:03 UTC
Long look at the tablet. Tap to answer, after a few minutes' thought.

"Buffy, isn't it?" He remembers her.... but she apparently doesn't remember Taxon. One of the repeats, then. "Paul Smecker. I'd say welcome to Taxon but it's not exactly the sort of place one wants to be welcomed to."

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Re: [Visual] buffy_slayer November 23 2011, 20:29:09 UTC
"Hello, ... person I don't know. Everyone so far as been so positive about this place, I can't wait to get out of here and take a look around. I can do that, right?"

Not that she's necessarily wanting to, what with the doom and gloom that's been hinted at by, well, everyone. Buffy's half expecting pits of fire and clouds of acid.

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[Visual] smecker November 28 2011, 22:13:05 UTC
"Sorry. Paul Smecker." Paul digs out his cigarettes, lights one up to take a drag. "Formerly FBI.

"So, just to be clear-- you're Buffy-who-has-a-sister-named-Dawn, you're from somewhere called Sunnydale that is very hell-on-earth, you're all anti-monster? Because if you're already used to the weird shit, that reduces the amount of explanation time I spend on the 'I'm-not-crazy, really' aspect of things."

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Re: [Visual] buffy_slayer November 30 2011, 08:29:14 UTC
"I... how did you... I didn't..." One word filters through all of the rest, at which point he gets fixed with a steady glare.

"Dawn is here?" Her voice is steady, just barely.

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[Visual] smecker December 5 2011, 12:48:45 UTC
At the hesitation there, the one question that comes through, Paul stops screwing with his cigarette and bothers to actually look up at the tablet, look her in the eye.

"...no. Not anymore," he says after a few seconds, sounding a bit more human and a bit less cynical rattling-off-facts-about-your-life-nobody-should-know.

"I'm sorry. She was here, but she's... well, generally, we like to think people get sent home when they vanish from here. And then, a lot of the time... they come back too, too. I've met... I've met you before, but most people don't remember their little vacations here."

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