He thought it was just a drumbeat at first, louder than the rest, but it was only appropriate to the moment, wasn't it ( Read more... )

Buffy, Willow and Xander have all bounced outside, bundled up against the cold - for three kids who've spent all their lives in California, it's fucking freezing. But also really damn awesome, since snow is practically unheard of for them.

They take a moment to gape at the unfamiliar powdery white stuff that's all over the place. Snow is a new and ( Read more... )

The Inn has been beautifully decorated by the ever so talented and fabulous Vida.

It's a breathtaking sight and simply perfect for the occasion ( Read more... )

It's the first time something like this has happened in the Inn, and Jane has decided to oblige April's few desires by temporarily changing the season from winter to spring. It's warm, but not too warm, not muddy, there's green and flowers everywhere ( Read more... )

Buffy steps into the Inn, looking very much not dead. She'd expected home, but the Inn is just as welcome. Especially since her neck is still throbbing where the Master bit her, with a dull pain every time her heart beats.

She goes to sit down, thinking up a glass of water and some aspirin. And a chocolate bar. Ghirdardelli, damn it. She deserves

[OOI: In which there is cocoa, big-sisterly comfort, and a disappearance.]

April is on the prowl for Ben. Not JD. She can't talk to JD yet, because how can she tell him that Buffy just...

No, she has to find Ben. Freak out at Ben, then figure out what to tell JD.

If only she knew what happened...

Reid has been unusually social as of late and is currently taking some time for himself, sitting close to the fire and paging through a copy of Le Morte D'Arthur. He's read it before but sometimes there's nothing like holding a book in your hands and reading it.

The bar is currently housing a George who is currently solving all her problems ( Read more... )

To anyone who's met April or JD, the Inn has delivered a certain simple and exciting invitation.

You are cordially invited to the wedding of April Faith Cornwell and John Michael Dorian.
The ceremony will be at ten thirty in the morning, this Wednesday, behind the Inn.
We hope you'll be there.

Everybody make your plans, buy your gifts, squee

JD is sitting at a table with a list, biting on the back of a pen and trying not to be distracted by the fact that his very good friend is dying. Probably from TB, which is an incredibly painful way to go.

Logan sits by the fireplace, smoking a cigar with his feet propped up on top of the coffee table across from him and a pair of dog tags in ( Read more... )

April is a very happy girl. She's been bouncing around, trying to find her friends to tell them the good news. Apparently, none of them are really around. She's still looking.

Ivy is a little uncertain, but happy as well, surprisingly enough. She and Sue are figuring things out, slowly but surely, and she's starting to come to terms with the ( Read more... )