012: [location: sunnydale cemetery] & [visual]

[likeajoan]

Things have been a little on the insane side of eventful recently at Taxon for Buffy, and she's feeling quite adrift. Generally at such times she finds the best solution is to locate the nearest vampire/demon and pummel them for a while to work out the kinks, but as there's a distinct lack of those, she's decided to seek refuge (read: avoid people

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[aesthetic_mojo]

In her time, Charlotte had wandered a few cemeteries. In general she'd done so to confirm the provenance of some item she was appraising. Every now and again, she did it to clear her mind. They were quiet places, peaceful places. She had a book with her, completely intending to find a shaded spot and curl up with the trashy romance for a few hours.

Then she saw Buffy. Had she realized whose grave Buffy sat beside, Charlotte never would have stopped. She did clear her throat softly before sitting down beside the petite blonde.

[likeajoan]

Perhaps if Buffy weren't quite as absorbed in her thoughts, she might have sensed Charlotte's approach. As it was, she practically didn't notice until the other woman was sitting next to her- at which she point she looked up, surprised, before breaking into a feeble smile.

"Charlotte, hey-- sorry, I was... completely dead to the world for a minute there."

[aesthetic_mojo]

Charlotte gave Buffy an eyebrows raised grin, then nodded a little. "I didn't mean to startle you. Should have known to announce myself a little better." She looked around the quiet place. "I could throw up a little fire ball next time. Something pretty?"

[likeajoan]

"Nah," she waved a hand in a vague 'don't worry about it' gesture, "it's not your fault." That said, she looked quite interested in Charlotte's offer, however.

"Pretty fire balls might be nice though. You can really just... do those? Like poof, fire ball?"

[Location: Sunnydale Cemetery]

[jokesthatmatter]

Gordon is, finally, well healed enough to leave the drab little flat his friend Finch has been calling home. He's been spending the day wandering Taxon, trying to get his bearings. It's a strange place, such a blend of so many different things that it's almost exhausting just looking at it all. He's getting tired now, and looking for a place to rest.

When he first sees Buffy he assumes that she is like all the other people he's met today; almost void of personality or purpose. But that's not an excuse to be rude. "Hullo there. I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

[likeajoan]

She looks up from her reverie when she hears Gordon's voice, and shakes her head, mustering a friendly smile from somewhere. "Well I was in the middle of some very engaging staring into space, but I think I'll survive."

After a very brief pause as she scans his face, she adds. "We haven't met, have we? I'm Buffy."

[jokesthatmatter]

"Do you mind if I..." He gestures down at the grass on the other side of the grave, but doesn't wait for an answer before slowly lowering himself down to a sitting position.

"It's a pleasure, Buffy. I'm Gordon. I'm new here." He looks around them. "Wherever here is."

[likeajoan]

She doesn't mind him taking a seat in any case- it's probably better that she isn't left to wallow alone in her thoughts anyway, and Gordon presents a nice distraction. She gestures with one hand in a welcoming sort of way, as he sits down.

"It's nice to meet you too, Gordon." She nods, politely, then casts an echoing glance around. "Well, if we're talking specifics, here is the cemetery from my hometown. As for Taxon, your wild speculation is as good as mine."

[likeajoan]

Buffy looked up when she heard Jim's voice, only startled for a brief second, before she relaxed. She'd been so wrapped up in her own head, she hadn't even seen him coming.

"I think that depends on the company." She replied, giving him a quietly affectionate smile to show that she didn't object to his company in particular.

[likeajoan]

"No, you're right, I'm definitely on my own extra-curricular time here." She admits, wanting and not-wanting to elaborate at the same time. She's similarly ambivalent about the space between them- part of her is desperate for a hug right now, but the logical part says that distance is better. So she makes no move, though she does turn to face him a little more.

"It's... quiet here. You can hear yourself think."

[location: Sunnydale cemetary] for greater OH GOD WHY

[thesecondslayer]

So, not like there's any reason to patrol, but what with the whole... whatever the hell is going on with Giles, Faith has needed to run away forever get out some excess energy.

She pretty much literally stumbles over Buffy, and debates turning and running before she's noticed, because... awkward. But instead she settles on jamming her hands in her pockets and clearing her throat.

"We got monsters and nobody told me, B?"

Faith your timing sucks balls, kthx.

[likeajoan]

Buffy glances up when Faith clears her throat, a little startled by her sudden appearance. She's pretty much at her standard baseline level of slight uneasiness/begrudging acceptance/residual weirdness with Faith right now, so her reply is more or less neutral, if a little hollow, due to her general mood, which is quite obviously not of the good.

"Not that I've noticed, and I've been here a while."

shall i say 'duh' or shall i just glare idk

[thesecondslayer]

"Sucks to that." Faith rocks back on heels, uncharacteristically awkward. She doesn't know exactly how much-- or even what-- B knows, but given the fact that she's not reaching for something blunt and heavy and screaming about how Faith tarnished her Watcher's shiny shiny moral decency, odds are Giles didn't say anything to the Scooby club about his foray into the Wrong Side of the Tracks or whatever. Which... figures.

...Is awesome, she means. What a load off. She's not disappointed and hurt at all, no sir not Faith. Everything's wicked cool over here, la la la.

It's at that moment she sees the tombstone Buffy's chilling next to and blanches, slightly. Way to make this awkward shit even more awkward. Good job, Faith.

She cycles through a few different things to say before deciding on: "She was wicked classy, your mom."

What. She's trying, okay.

...just glaring is fine

[likeajoan]

"Big time." Buffy agrees, dully, glancing away from Faith. Apparently the awkward is viciously contagious. Faith would be correct in her assumptions that Summers the elder is unaware of the extent of what happened with Giles- after tentatively not-asking him about it and receiving a lie in return, she's concluded that they went drinking together and there the story ends. Gossip Girl was just exaggerating. Yup.

Strangely though, despite the epic abundance of awkward, Faith's attempt at... what? Comfort? Buffy appreciates it. Somehow it means a lot right now. "She really, really was." She agrees, smiling sadly down at the grass, before looking up at Faith again. "Thanks."

After another pause of awkward, she ventures, trying for casual. "So, what brings you to this neck of the not-woods? Nostalgia or shortcut?"

[Location: SUP BENDY LONG TIME NO SEE.]

[fudgingkillyou]

Dean likes cemeteries. He's strange, he knows, but there's something about them that relaxes him, and well, it reminds him of working, which is something he's definitely missing right now. He spends so much time in them anyway, so why not feel comfortable in them? Though he doesn't exactly need peace at the moment, Dean's walking through the cemetery and reading the gravestones. Mostly for a lack of anything better to do.

When he sees Buffy, he pauses, standing a few gravestones away. After a moment or so of debating, he moves closer and squats in front of Buffy, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Brooding's not a good look for you, Bendy."

OHI SCAREDY, WHERE YOU BEEN?

[likeajoan]

As it happens, Buffy doesn't actually notice Dean until he's directly in front of her (which is a sure sign she's way off her game). She looks up at him with surprise, which quickly melts into a rueful and slightly weak smile.

"I'm not brooding. I'm... reflecting. Alone. In a cemetery. That's not brooding."

LURKING, OYES.

[fudgingkillyou]

Dean's not worried, really, but he is surprised she didn't notice him. Definitely not like her at all. He settles himself down, crossing his legs and getting comfortable.

"Uh huh. Reflecting alone in a cemetery, beside a tombstone that has the name Summers on it," Dean says flatly. "S'not brooding at all. What's on your mind?"

ORLY. LIKE A NINJA?

[likeajoan]

Okay, so clearly Dean has called her out on that one. She looks suitably sheepish as she watches him sit down, digging her fingers into the soil a little in the meantime. "My mom." She says, simply, to explain the tombstone. It hurts a little, like poking an old bruise, so she moves past it quickly.

"...I really don't think you want to know."