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[1inageneration]

[This is for random action/logging. Any time for Dawn+Housemates+Spuffy cast members, pre-arranged for others. Use at your will! 8D]

[Tampered logs]

1. Dawn/Buffy/Tosh → time after time
2. Buffy/Angel → darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel all alone?
3. Buffy/Giles → privately divided by a world so undecided, and there's nowhere to go

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honey, honey - you're the death of me

[1inageneration]

This was not awkward. Not awkward. She wouldn't let it be awkward. Because it wasn't really...serious, right? Just two..friends. Eating lunch. No big, right?

...Right?

So Buffy wasn't prepared for this kinda thing. At all. And here she was standing awkwardly in front of the Cafe Juliet on a Friday afternoon, trying not to let the fact that she'd gotten frustrated with her (admittedly) meagre wardrobe choices thirty minutes before. Because looking too fancy would make it...awkward. And being too casual would seem...weird. She didn't know.

Slayers didn't go on dates. Dates tended to get killed or turned into vampires, or zombies would crash the date. Things like that.

Still, she didn't exactly have much time to rethink this as she spotted Sam- seriously, the guy was what, 6'4 or something? Buffy kind of felt pint-sized next to him.

"Hey." that was good, right? Casual. Easy smile. No big.

She can fight vampires and save the world and do backflips, but she can't go on a date. Great skill set, Buffy.

honey, honey - you're the death of me

[1inageneration]

Wow. When was the last time she'd gone one a date? Like, an actual date. Like with awkward compliments and door holding and small talk. Buffy would have to say college. Way back when. A long time ago.

And she'd given up, kind of, once Riley left town. Buffy's tried- made an effort, really. In the beginning. But eventually she gave up because, really. Normalcy was kind of out of her reach.

"Um, thanks. You do too." true. Sam had...fixed his hair? Buffy suppressed a laugh at that.

Door-holding and everything. She takes a deep, deep breath and walks in, casual as anything like she's done this a million time. The waitress seats them at a booth with a window, which is nice.

"So um, here we are." Wow. Awkward. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Thank you, Captain Obvious

winter here's cold and bitter

[tothelibrary]

Dawn is living the cliché. Tucked against the wall, tub of an obscenely over-sugared, death by chocolate ice cream in hand, crying helplessly, and Sarah McLachlan being all maudlin over her laptop speakers to try and cover up that crying.

She didn't even notice. Tosh was scared and hurting and alone, and she was laughing and joking and having fun being back.

It's official. Dawn Summers sucks at life. Alert the media and bolt the door because she is never leaving her room again.

[ooc: SURPRISE ATTACK LOG! Post-Tosh's homecoming.]

winter here's cold and bitter

[1inageneration]

After making sure that Tosh got in okay, Buffy began her 'rounds', so to speak. Which basically meant making sure that every single person she knew was not dead and or maimed by random supernatural forces. And Dawn hadn't come out of her room all day.

Buffy knocks, and hears the faint sound of...is that Sarah McLachlan?

Oh no. This means bad news. Buffy bets the chocolate ice cream is gone from the freezer too.

"Dawn?"

[OOC- I LOVE YOUR SURPRISE ATTACK LOGS. That's what this here post is for, anyways! <333333]

winter here's cold and bitter

[tothelibrary]

...Dawn resents that. She brought Tosh juice and hugged her and then she hid in her room. That's leaving! Ish. For like five minutes but it totally counts, okay?

"Go away, I'm not here." Dawn sniffles and wipes her eyes on the edge of her sweater, then shoves another bite of ice cream viciously in her mouth. "I wasn't worthy of a nice room. I'm now living in a tiny hole in the ground in the forest. Try there."

[ooc: I totally ripped you off and made one of my own. >.>]

winter here's cold and bitter

[1inageneration]

Leaving means that you actually STAY out, Dawn. Instead of rushing straight back to your room.

"Dawn." she's using her big-sister voice, now. There's no escape. "Why would you think that?"

It's comfort time. Seriously. That's what big sisters are for- and also rescuing their kidnapped little sisters, but that's besides the point.

[OOC- LKDJSAK LMFAO. I actually stole the idea from Haku so I CLAIM NO CREDIT]

how do you know that you're right if you're not nervous anymore

[shutupsammy]

Even with the sunglasses and dark Stanford hoodie on, the light that sneaks past the dark burns Dean's eyes, far too sensitive and having had no time to adjust to the new state. There's a backpack slung over one shoulder full of medical supplies (and he's had the paramedic training to use them-- he's had to, what with the way his dad used to go about hunting). He manages to find Buffy's house, squinting and out of breath in an odd way, only stumbling into objects and confused people a few times.

But when he opens the door with one clammy hand, nails suddenly less bitten-down than his bad habits usually keep them, he takes a step back as if he's been physically pushed. And then another, before forcing himself to walk inside and slam the door, realization coming in three parts.

1) Vampires don't need blood. They need the wacky spiritual life force energy that trickles through it. Which is why dead blood does the trick against them

how do you know that you're right if you're not nervous anymore

[1inageneration]

It hurts to move. Thank you, City.

See, being the Slayer is a dangerous job. Really dangerous. Sure, you get the 'strength and the skills' and maybe some other perks here and there, but that doesn't quite cover the mortal trauma slayers get put through. But it's alright, because they heal.

Except for today. Today? Today Buffy has every. single. wound. she's ever gotten on the job. But there are major ones. Vampire bites. Three different ones- the Master, Angel, Dracula. Really, it's starting to get old.

Sword wounds, stab wounds, various major cuts. Seems like everytime she looks there's a new one and just not enough bandage to get them all, and some of them are in hard to reach places too.

Ergo, her needing Dean to get his ass over here.

"Dean? I'm in the kitchen."

Slumped against the refrigerator, figuring that blood was easier to scrub out of tile than carpet. Seeing as there was a whole heck of a lot of it.

Great.

how do you know that you're right if you're not nervous anymore

[shutupsammy]

He's still wearing the glasses, even inside, and he runs to the sound of her voice so fast that he trips over the door strip while entering the room, skidding on his knees to a halt nearby her, pack dropping immediately to the floor as he opens it and rummages around, not even giving himself a chance to think about the fact that he's practically swimming in her bright, red blood, the smell of it so thick in his nostrils that he feels like he's breathing steam.

"Oh, fuck" he says, for her sake-- she's Alpo right now, not quite as bad as he was when the dogs came for him, but worse than Sam and-- "Buffy. What happened? Ain't you supposed to be like, super-healing or something? I don't know if...what are your thoughts on witches?"

And there it is. That strange full-body feeling, like he needs to stretch some kind of muscle he can't find.

how do you know that you're right if you're not nervous anymore

[1inageneration]

"What is that, a new fashion?" Buffy asks as he approaches her. Good thing she can't see his expression because of said glasses, but Dean kind of looks ridiculous. "And apparently? The curse kind of put a kibosh on my healing. Because then I wouldn't be holding a bleeding party." Buffy says, hedging maybe just a bit on bitter.

"Also, what? Witches? I like them, they're good and whatnot. Why?"

Oh please, Dean. Don't mention to her about how she looks worse than the dead guy. She might take offense.

nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention;

[1inageneration]

Pacing was a bad habit of hers, but not like this.

She’d been restless and fidgety all day, unable to sit still for more than a minute until it progressed to the point where concentrating on something, anything, was hard. Buffy vaguely suspected that she was sick or something- until it popped into her head that she should really go and see Sam. No justification was provided for that thought, just her brain’s insistence that she should go see him. And right now.

So here she was ten minutes later, standing in front of his door, knocking once- and then maybe a couple dozen more times.

“Sam?”

nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention;

[1inageneration]

“Is this- okay? I mean um, I know I should’ve called before I knocked and all but I just…I don’t know.” If he looked closely he might notice the fact that her cheeks are really red, almost as if she’s feverish. And it kind of feels foolish, the fact that she just had to see him, even without a reason, even without giving any sort of heads up.

But then she glances up at him and all that changes. She changes, too. Slightly. There’s a slightly glazed look to her eyes and she steps forward, tentatively at first. But he smells like clean soap and a whole bunch of other nice things and he’s so solid standing there.

And Sam has really nice lips. She wonders why she hadn’t seen this before.

So, random as it may be, Buffy closes the gap between them first and leans up to give him a kiss. And his lips are just as soft as she’d thought they’d be.

Really. They should have done this more often.

movie time for the girlies

[awillowywitch]

Willow's here, knocking on the door and ready for some serious best friend time. Especially after trying out all those spells? Needing some comfort and reassurance. Actually, no. Probably just chilling out would work better. "Hey, Buff!"

movie time for the girlies

[1inageneration]

For once she's not training. Today is a Lazy Day. It's a day of wandering around in sweatpants with a tub of chocolate ice cream and a couple of movies. A friend always helped with that, in Buffy's experience- and besides. It's not as if she had anything super important to do, no matter what Giles might say. She was in the City.

Suddenly Superhero Girl was less Super and more Girl. It settled strangely on the mind.

Still, at Willow's knock she brightens, puts down the bowl of popcorn in front of her, and runs to get it with a smile.

"Will!"

Ouch. Astral projection was a no-go, apparently. Definitely ouch.

movie time for the girlies

[awillowywitch]

Willow fully approves of this Lazy Day. She has decided, from this point onwards, that she is also going to be having a Lazy Day. And for many days afterward, too.

She gives a sheepish smile. "Hi, Buff! How are you?"

movie time for the girlies

[1inageneration]

Apparently Slayers aren't supposed to have Lazy Days. Constant vigilance and all of that. But still, it's not like she ever listened to instructions anyways.

"Are you okay?"

She gives her own sheepish smile in turn. "I'm...I'm alright."