Room of Flail (Otherwise known as 328), Monday, Late Evening
After what was possibly the weirdest final in the history of finals, Dawn had returned to her room, intending to study everything she could in anticipation of her Feminism final. No, this did not involve pole dancing.
At some point, she'd gone to get herself something to eat, only to return to find a voicemail from Faith. Which, okay, no big. It wasn't like Faith stuck around in one place for a long time anyway. Plus, this was a big thing and Faith needed to lay down the smackage on some vamps. She wasn't bummed that she hadn't been asked along, really.
She'd just been getting started on a good sulk when Sam called, telling her he'd a) had a vision, and b) that the vision was of Angelus. No, not Angel, Angelus. Attacking someone. Outside in the dark. And he and Dean had to go save the person, but she should absolutely positively stay in the room where it was safe and not venture out where she might be able to actually be useful because she'd at least heard of how horrible Angelus was, even if she hadn't met this particular version up close and personal and might have an idea of how to deal with him. Or something.
Not that she was pissy about that, either. Really.
"Your owner's an overprotective smothering jerk, Scout," she told the dog grumpily as she stomped around the room, "and it's not like I can even call a slayer, because almost all of the slayers we had here tripping over each other? LEFT TOWN! So now, we have a horrifically evil and sadistic vampire, and where are my boyfriend and one of my best friends? HUNTING HIM DOWN. Where am I?" Scout wagged his tail cautiously and let out a woof. "Yes. That's exactly right. I am here. Being completely useless, as usual. And Sam's going to get killed, or worse, and I'm going to be here, still being useless. Until he comes back as a vampire, and I let him in, and then horribler things happen, and I go home for Christmas and make everyone into vamp--Oh, crap. I need to call Buffy."
Scout whimpered, scrambled down off the bed, and went to hide in the bathtub.
"YOU COWARD!" She shouted after him as she picked up the phone and started to dial. "Some guard dog you are! I'm so telling Sam, once I'm talking to him again!"
"Buffy? Yeah, it's me."
"Fine."
"Fine. Finals coming up. My one today involved toilet paper. Probably better not to ask."
"Uh huh."
"No, the tape line's gone, and you really just need to accept it."
"Yes, you do."
"At least he didn't turn evil!" *pause* "Hey, speaking of turning evil. Sam practically locked me in the room because he got a vision about Angelus attack--"
"Do you know another Angelus?"
"No."
"She left town to deal with a bunch of vamps. I assume she didn't know about Ange--How the hell am I supposed to know that?"
"Yes, I swear now. I'm expressing my maturity. Shut up."
"I didn't just hear that. NO. I'm not leaving. Sam and Dean are out Hunt--"
"So what if it's what they do? They could get--"
"Because I love him? What do you mean, leaving might make him safer?"
"Yeah, okay, psychopath. I get that. But--"
"But...I can't just leave! It's finals week!"
"NO! I WON'T, I WON'T, I WON'T!"
"I'll be f--Yes, I remember what he did to Miss Calendar. I--All right, Buffy."
Seconds later, Dawn was sighing at the dial tone on her phone. Buffy had hung up, after ordering her (and all her Giles-sent scrolls and textbooks) home via portal immediately. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.
She started to pack, already feeling a whopping case of the guilts for abandoning Sam and Dean and Fandom. Unfortunately, Angelus wasn't exactly a subject on which Buffy was remotely rational.
[ooc: Door is open, but her mood's not the best.]
At some point, she'd gone to get herself something to eat, only to return to find a voicemail from Faith. Which, okay, no big. It wasn't like Faith stuck around in one place for a long time anyway. Plus, this was a big thing and Faith needed to lay down the smackage on some vamps. She wasn't bummed that she hadn't been asked along, really.
She'd just been getting started on a good sulk when Sam called, telling her he'd a) had a vision, and b) that the vision was of Angelus. No, not Angel, Angelus. Attacking someone. Outside in the dark. And he and Dean had to go save the person, but she should absolutely positively stay in the room where it was safe and not venture out where she might be able to actually be useful because she'd at least heard of how horrible Angelus was, even if she hadn't met this particular version up close and personal and might have an idea of how to deal with him. Or something.
Not that she was pissy about that, either. Really.
"Your owner's an overprotective smothering jerk, Scout," she told the dog grumpily as she stomped around the room, "and it's not like I can even call a slayer, because almost all of the slayers we had here tripping over each other? LEFT TOWN! So now, we have a horrifically evil and sadistic vampire, and where are my boyfriend and one of my best friends? HUNTING HIM DOWN. Where am I?" Scout wagged his tail cautiously and let out a woof. "Yes. That's exactly right. I am here. Being completely useless, as usual. And Sam's going to get killed, or worse, and I'm going to be here, still being useless. Until he comes back as a vampire, and I let him in, and then horribler things happen, and I go home for Christmas and make everyone into vamp--Oh, crap. I need to call Buffy."
Scout whimpered, scrambled down off the bed, and went to hide in the bathtub.
"YOU COWARD!" She shouted after him as she picked up the phone and started to dial. "Some guard dog you are! I'm so telling Sam, once I'm talking to him again!"
"Buffy? Yeah, it's me."
"Fine."
"Fine. Finals coming up. My one today involved toilet paper. Probably better not to ask."
"Uh huh."
"No, the tape line's gone, and you really just need to accept it."
"Yes, you do."
"At least he didn't turn evil!" *pause* "Hey, speaking of turning evil. Sam practically locked me in the room because he got a vision about Angelus attack--"
"Do you know another Angelus?"
"No."
"She left town to deal with a bunch of vamps. I assume she didn't know about Ange--How the hell am I supposed to know that?"
"Yes, I swear now. I'm expressing my maturity. Shut up."
"I didn't just hear that. NO. I'm not leaving. Sam and Dean are out Hunt--"
"So what if it's what they do? They could get--"
"Because I love him? What do you mean, leaving might make him safer?"
"Yeah, okay, psychopath. I get that. But--"
"But...I can't just leave! It's finals week!"
"NO! I WON'T, I WON'T, I WON'T!"
"I'll be f--Yes, I remember what he did to Miss Calendar. I--All right, Buffy."
Seconds later, Dawn was sighing at the dial tone on her phone. Buffy had hung up, after ordering her (and all her Giles-sent scrolls and textbooks) home via portal immediately. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.
She started to pack, already feeling a whopping case of the guilts for abandoning Sam and Dean and Fandom. Unfortunately, Angelus wasn't exactly a subject on which Buffy was remotely rational.
[ooc: Door is open, but her mood's not the best.]