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[msattentionspan]

Who: Faith Lehane Damon Salvatore, Angel, Sam Winchester, Buffy Summers -- & YOU?
Where: Castle. Room 515
What: Headspace!
Notes: I am away for most the duration of this plot, so in order to get the most out of it, I'm putting up a log here and a few of the days that Faith will be actually in her room. She'll wander those other days. Feel free to

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Friday ] [ start of plot

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[She keeps pushing, trying to gain ground in this mess, trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Honestly, she just wants... something she can't quite put her finger on.]

[wield]

When everything had began to go weird around the castle and people began talking, Buffy immediately had her mind set on bailing out of the castle and going somewhere until this entire thing had blown over, because her own room had brought back memories and things she hardly understood. However, when word got around it was representing what was going on in peoples heads, there was one persons room she wanted to check. It may have been an invasion of privacy, but if she wanted to know exactly what was going through Faith's mind, now was definitely a chance to find out

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The door kept moving and she wasn't sure if it was really moving or if she just wasn't judging the distance right. Either way she was trying to push through the people to get back there.

When she felt a hand reach to her shoulder, she turned around quickly, moving to grab the hand in order to get it to leave her the fuck alone. Her eyes were wild with confusion, giving herself a moment to recognize that Buffy was actually there and not just part of this insanity.

Shaking her head, she dropped the hand she'd grabbed and stepped backward, "You shouldn't be here."

[wield]

"And neither should you." Her eyes glanced back behind Faith to eye where she was going, before looking back at her. "What are you doing here, anyway?" Dancing and having a good time obviously wasn't the answer.

Saturday Night ] [ as early or late as you need, just ... night-ish

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[The castle had gone off its rocker. Definitely a bit of trouble. Faith figured maybe there was something to do in her room, some reason the castle yanked her back to the land of Stepford and belonging. Whatever it was, she was going to either beat it out of these people or ... just keep pushing her way toward the back room.]

[wolfuncaged]

[Certainly avoiding his own room as much as possible, but still being trapped by the castle, Fenris has taken to walking the corridors, waiting for this latest bout of madness to end.

He pauses outside Faith's room, looking in curiously. He hasn't got a clue what's gone on in here (what's a club?) but it doesn't look pleasant. A little too claustrophobic for his tastes]

I did not imagine you enjoyed other people's company this much.

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[Her hand reaches out to pull him out of the crowd and against that back wall. It's near an alcove, probably booth that had been renovated and was now just a spot.]

They're not real. They're just... not.

[wolfuncaged]

[At least she's a person he'll tollerate touching him once in a while. Lucky her]

They can't be. The person in my room is dead.

Monday ] [ mid-afternoon

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[Huh. These people... wherever they came from, whoever they are - they just keep dancing. They keep drinking. They just... keep existing.

Faith is sitting in the middle of the dance floor, just watching them all. No matter what she does she can't get them to stop. She can't get them to just leave. She's surrounded. Constantly. Always.

The beat won't stop and she can't find that room. She can't get behind that door and now she's wondering if it's a good thing that she can't get there. Always out of reach.

It's probably something she's not meant to have.

So she just sits. Waiting for life to trample her.

Or pass her by.]

[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam ... is slightly worried about Faith. He's trying to give her space, because he doesn't want to end up in the clinic for getting his ass kicked, but every once in a while, he swings by the club to make sure that she's okay.

He doesn't go in, doesn't say hello, but he checks on her. he's not sure if anyone else is.

However, the castle has been giving people a glimpse into their own heads, and that's never a good thing for people who don't want to be there. When he stops by the club and she isn't there, he tracks down her room in the castle and knock on the door before pushing it open and frowning at the throng of people]

Faith?

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[For the most part she's heard her named called out so many times over the past few days she's ignoring most of it. They all seem to know her or want to know her. It's possible they all think they know her. Some version of her.

It's frustrating. Hence the blocking it out.]

[imnot_likeyou]

[forcing his way through a throng of people is easy when you're enormous, and Sam is moderately careful -- he's pretty sure most of these people are part of Faith's mind, but he doesn't want to do any actual damage. No one has figured out whether the room and the person's actual mind are connected yet.

Eventually, he finds her in the middle of the people]

Faith, hey -- you okay?