// 001. Video
[She's fearful of it - this hodgepodge oddity on the table in front of her. Experience tells her that it's probably dangerous. But then again experience tells her that she's suddenly in a strange room and that her head hurts very badly. And that her nose is bleeding.]
[Am I dreaming?]
*click*
I-is this a ...phone? Or is it some kind of video-thing with little--
[Breath - hesitant and shallow, followed by a nervous cough. Staticscreen and semidark shift and shape themselves to the half-blurred form of a girl, face partially obscured by a long curtain of hair.]
--oh.
It has clockparts.
[Yay.]
[Well, that's neat. Unless they're ...evil clockparts.]
[I hope they aren't evil clockparts.]
[Coming into focus, she swallows; hard - mouth half open as if afraid to speak, to ask, afraid to say the words out loud and wincing when she does anyway]
He--
Hello?
[Please no evil clockparts. No evil chair, no evil room, no ---ow.]
[She winces again as she presses her fingers to her forehead]
Am I dreaming? Can anyone see me? Anyone that's not ...evil?
[Did Glory put me here? Did I-- Was I---]
B-Buffy?
[Swallowing again, harder, half-sick with the barest whimper, turning away from the screen and into full shadow.]
Am I ...dead?
[Her eyes close and she bites her lip until she tastes copper. The next whimper is formless, soundless as the question forces its way out - clawing her throat word by word.]
...Am I ...in ...Hell?
[Am I dreaming?]
*click*
I-is this a ...phone? Or is it some kind of video-thing with little--
[Breath - hesitant and shallow, followed by a nervous cough. Staticscreen and semidark shift and shape themselves to the half-blurred form of a girl, face partially obscured by a long curtain of hair.]
--oh.
It has clockparts.
[Yay.]
[Well, that's neat. Unless they're ...evil clockparts.]
[I hope they aren't evil clockparts.]
[Coming into focus, she swallows; hard - mouth half open as if afraid to speak, to ask, afraid to say the words out loud and wincing when she does anyway]
He--
Hello?
[Please no evil clockparts. No evil chair, no evil room, no ---ow.]
[She winces again as she presses her fingers to her forehead]
Am I dreaming? Can anyone see me? Anyone that's not ...evil?
[Did Glory put me here? Did I-- Was I---]
B-Buffy?
[Swallowing again, harder, half-sick with the barest whimper, turning away from the screen and into full shadow.]
Am I ...dead?
[Her eyes close and she bites her lip until she tastes copper. The next whimper is formless, soundless as the question forces its way out - clawing her throat word by word.]
...Am I ...in ...Hell?