Climbin' in your windows, snatchin' your people up

[crisis_rain]

Who: crisis_rain, slaying and anyone in House 7 who gets woken up.
What: Bed Intruding
When: Early morning, March 16th
Where: Buffy's bedroom
Summary: Raven climbed through the window of the wrong house :|
Rating: I seriously doubt this would be above just some mild language.

Comments

[slaying]

[ dreaming about being an intergalactic taxi driver is definitely preferable to dreaming about blood and guts and vampire attacks; therefore, buffy is no small amount of miffed when her room becomes flooded with light and she is jerked awake. goodbye, dreams of taking two-headed aliens to far off planets for low, competitive fares. hello, reality.

she grinds her palms against her still-closed eyes. ] Jack? We just...I thought you went home. [ she twists in bed, yawning. she assumes that the intruder could only be jack sparrow because who else ever climbed in through her window except her? and maybe this was payback for breaking into the cullen house yesterday and only leaving a note.

she doesn't turn towards the light. not yet. give her a moment to adjust. ]

[slaying]

[ oh. don't worry. she'll get back to that lack of explanation soon. ]

...Which one do you know? And it's not -- not an affair. More like just something very new and how about we up the discretion.

[crisis_rain]

The one who's a pirate! We planned to ste-... nothing that a lady should know about it. [He sounded quite excited for a moment, he very much likes pirates.]

So I was right by guessin' it was a secret? Maybe I shouldn't pry.

[slaying]

You can say steal. I know he steals. And marauds and pillages and all that other piratey stuff. [ which is probably confirmation enough that he's the right jack. ]

[crisis_rain]

I would never steal! Gotta be a role model fer the kid and all that. It is a little odd ta hear a vampire hunter is dating a pirate, not gonna joke with ya there. [Yup, it's the same Jack. Didn't he mention something about a feisty woman when he spoke to him before? It's hard to remember...]

[slaying]

Less odd than when she dates a vampire. Or, more accurately, two different vampires.

[ her shoulders sink a bit; it's an odd situation. jack's...oh, it's complicated. ]

[crisis_rain]

Ya've got a very good point there! Even if ya explained how that happened, I don't think I could make any sense of it right now considerin' the uh... circumstances.

But hey! Cheer up, least yer seein' someone! [Then something hits him and his voice raises.]

Wait- What date is it?! How long have I been gone?!

[slaying]

[ wait? raven had been gone? the things she misses when she's stuck into her angst and drama... ]

Yesterday was the...ah, fifteenth of March. Sixteenth, by now. Wednesday.

[crisis_rain]

March comes after February, right? The month with the weird endin' on the twenty-eighth? [Thinking quite hard here.]

Eighteen days... huh, not as long as I thought. Geez, I was worried it was a year or somethin'!

[slaying]

[ and now buffy is going to make a comprehension mistake that may save your butt forever, raven. ]

Oh. Kidnapped...and they dumped you back in my room? Scoundrels. I bet they're out there laughing.

[crisis_rain]

[The little Raven inside his head did the happiest dance ever, yes, that is the best excuse for how he ended up in her room. Let's go with that.]

Maybe they wanted me ta make ya some crepes? Who knows what those terrible, terrible Malnosso were thinkin'! Darn them, darn them all!

[slaying]

...Okay, that doesn't exactly sound horrible. But it's a little late. Or early. One of the two.

[ she may only have been awake for a few minutes, but the snark is back in full force and only edged with a more genuine concern: ] That's a while to be gone, though -- are you feeling okay?

[crisis_rain]

Awww, how sweet of ya ta care! I'm fine, I don't feel weird at all fer a change! Just sleepy and confused, like anyone else would be. [Though, he is making a mental note that this is weird, most people come back injured or sick.]

I'll just have ta make ya delicious things when it's not three in the mornin'.

[slaying]

[ as the shock and horror of earlier subsides, she softens. ] Of course I care. Besides, there's a doctor a few rooms over and if you were broken or something I'd be obligated to go wake him up. And then I'd have to explain to him why anyone was in my room and he...well, trouble would ensue.

[crisis_rain]

If I was broken? Ya make it sound like I'm a tool or a puppet. [Not that it's far from the truth. He just likes to think otherwise nowadays.] Really, there's nothin' wrong with me! This isn't the easiest situation to explain as it is, ya can tell him after I've run very far away.

[slaying]

[ gently: ] I didn't mean it like that.