don't let the darkness eat you up

[cuzitswrong]

Who | Buffy Summers, Spike, Claire, Dawn, Sora, Rachel Berry, Kurt Hummel, Pam, Elliot Reid, Demon!Dean Winchester, open.  (Even to people not in the verse who... might be behind Door #3.  idk.)
Where | Amityville
What | Random door exploration.  Timeline confusion.  Claire crying.  All that good stuff.
How | Action!spam
Why | Because Arden said so.

Comments

[breakmychest]

[Spike's playing video games to work out his new hands when the door goes flying open. He drops the controller and stands up quickly, tensed for a fight, then he sees who it is. He drops his fists, getting a bit of a deer-in-headlights look, mouth dropping a little.]

Buffy...

[cuzitswrong]

[Oops. Buffy lowers the stake, looking a little confused. She could have sworn she left Spike playing checkers with Dawn. But maybe she's been exploring for longer than she thought.]

Oh. Hi. [A little sheepishly.] Sorry for the... [Yeah, she'll just... slide that behind her back now.]

... You found an X-Box?

[breakmychest]

[Spike's still just kind of... bwuh, Buffy, so he hasn't really registered the lack of surprise. He sort of just... stands there staring.]

I knew Andrew wouldn't keep his mouth shut... Look, you probably are looking for some sort of explanation.

[cuzitswrong]

[She shrugs, sliding on into the room. The Hunt is over, for the moment. :| ]

None necessary. As long as you didn't leave Dawn completely alone. [Have a warning look, Spike. If you left her sister alone or with those idiot Winchesters and/or that homicidal pair of superfreaks... she will kick your butt.]

[regeneracy]

[Hey, this is a bathroom and Claire's currently in it. Crying. Her life is still super hard and lonely in this shitty house, and she's miserable. She doesn't really care for you, Buffy, but you're human contact so she's going to suck it up and just...fail at smiling in order to appear inviting.]

Who're you looking for?

[cuzitswrong]

[O-oh. This is really awkward. She really quickly drops the stake, and returns a fake smile.]

No one.

... Are you okay? [Obviously... the answer is no, but what else is she going to say?]

[regeneracy]

Not really, but it doesn't really matter, does it? We're all stuck here, no matter how miserable we are.

[cuzitswrong]

[You should write those inspirational Hallmark cards, Claire.]

Well, true, but that doesn't make the whole 'being miserable' experience any more fun for anybody.

What's up?

[secondsummers]

Haven't you ever heard of knocking?! [Yeah, Dawn's found a closet that's her own, special space. Where she hides things that she finds in the house. And she doesn't want Buffy knowing about this space.]

[cuzitswrong]

[Seriously, Dawn?]

... What are you doing in a closet? [So much judgment in one little look.]

[secondsummers]

Nothing! It's all mine, I didn't take it from anyone! [Frowning, she crosses her arms over her chest, and moves to stand in the doorway so Buffy can't see her treasures.]

Why do you even care, anyways? You left me alone to play checkers with Spike while you got to have fun and explore. You leave me out of everything.

[cuzitswrong]

[Yeah, you are so good at avoiding suspicion, Dawn. Who'd you learn subtlety from, Lady Gaga?]

Very convincing. Move. [Yeah, she'll just... move you bodily. Sucks to be the Slayer's sis.]

[masterstrike]

[As she opens the door, a scrawny ass boy topples out, and he falls face forward onto the floor. It takes him a few seconds, but he eventually shakes his head as he lifts his head, and he blinks as he peers up at Buffy.]

Uh -

This isn't Merlin's new house, is it? The three good fairies told me to go through the wardrobe and I'd end up there, but this place sure doesn't look very ...

[He pauses, climbing up to his feet, dusting off his backside. He clinks the toe of one glunky shoe against the ground, and then the other, and proceeds to fold his arms up behind his head.]

It's really not very magical.

[cuzitswrong]

[Staaaaare.]

No, more the hell-ish neverending labyrinth house variety than a magical Narnian wardrobe type of thing.

Though I'm sure it's magic. Just evil magic.

Also uh. Hi...

[masterstrike]

Narnian? [Sora just gives her a confused look, before shrugging it off. There were weirdos in every world he went to, this one wasn't any different. But at the mention of magic, he stood at attention and went into serious mode.]

You haven't seen anybody named Donald or Goofy, have you? If we find Donald, he can figure out how to deal with whatever magic is here!

[cuzitswrong]

Donald as in... the duck?

[Oh Lord. What is her life.]

[foragirlitis]

[ Rachel is so happy she could cry right now, because you're like her hero, Buffy, you opened the door, and she was trapped in the closet for reasons...no one knows, it's a step up from slushie facials, forgive her as she launches herself at you to hug you. ]

Thank you. I couldn't open the doorknob so I was kind of trapped in there for I don't even know how long though I don't think it was too long since I haven't had to use the bathroom, but still it's dusty in there and dust does horrible things to my vocal cords, which I really can't afford at all, because a little dust can add up and ruin my voice slowly and if it does then I can never make it out to broadway.

...Hi.

[cuzitswrong]

[Ok, Buffy almost thought that was a monster and staked you for a moment, Rachel, when you flung yourself at her. Luckily she caught herself in time. When you started rambling.]

[And boy can you ramble. She will slowly try to extricate herself from your hug, politely.]

Uh... hi. It's no problem.