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[wisheskill]

Dear god, I woke up in this place that looks strangely like Xander's bedroom, but I stuck my head out the door and it was a hallway, not his living room-slash-kitchen. And let me tell you, I don't feel like going into a hallway every time I want to watch TV or make waffles even though that was Xander's job because I still can't cook!

The bunny was

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Anya! You're, er- you're here too.

Ah. This really isn't a hell dimension...

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Giles? What are you doing here? Did the world end in a towering inferno of interdimensional horrors as predicted?

If this isn't a hell dimension, where are we? Are the others here? Is Xander?

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... No, I'm almost certain the world didn't end. What's the last thing you remember?

We're on the Barge. Er- It's a multidimensional space-ship. Essentially a kind of prison... Xander isn't here, I'm afraid. Angel is. Andrew as well, and Ethan Rayne. And... Jenny Calendar. But none of the others.

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Rocks. And lightning, which was instrumental in dislodging the rocks, though they were precariously arranged even without the intervention of Glory's portal.

Did you die? I'd be upset if you did. But if someone had to be in my afterlife, you'd be my second choice. After Xander of course.

I don't know who Andrew, Ethan Rayne, or Jenny Calendar are.

If this is a space-ship, are there Klingons? They're peaceful now, though I believe they were once a warlike race. We should be on alert in case they revert to their old ways. Xander told me about them.

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Glory... Ah. Right. That early.

No, no, I'm quite alive. But I am from a different time than you are. A few years later, in fact.

Don't worry, there don't seem to be any Klingons, Anya. At least, I haven't seen any.

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Years later? What happens? Does Xander throw himself on the point of his own sword or swallow poison because he can't bear to struggle on through an existence made meaningless without me? I'd be annoyed if he did, but it would also be very romantic.

I am glad you're alive! And that we are experiencing a dearth of Klingons!

Strikes unreadable. He doesn't want to tell her what actually happened...

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If you are, in fact, dead, then I believe you're from a alternative reality than I. In my world, you didn't die until the last fight....

It's good to talk to you. Are you a warden?

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Oh. That's good. I must have experienced a happy married life and much prosperity, providing the shop was only trashed every other month.

A what?

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Er- well, the shop wasn't "trashed" too often, no.

A warden. There are wardens and inmates on this ship. I already explained it was essentially a prison, didn't I?

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This is a prison? You said it was a multi-dimension spaceship! I can't spend my afterlife in a prison, I have been known to be clumsy and drop soap often both in the shower and when I am using it to clean dishes. Terrible things happen to you in prison when you drop soap!

Why're we in prison, Giles? With your impeccable record of non-violence except against evil demons, you must be a warden! How'd you get the job? Can't I be a warden too? I'm very disciplined and well-organized!

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Dear heavens, I hope not...

[wisheskill]

It's somewhere between a possibility and a probability. We're all doomed.

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Oh, a likelihood, at the very least!