[ visual | location: castle summers ] won't go without my fix tonight it's a little too rough

[dreamsinwhich]

The changeover is a subtle one; one moment, Dawn stretches and rolls over in bed, rubbing at her eyes sleepily. (Taxon: great for naps, when things are boring instead of falling apart.) The next moment she jolts upright, face confused.

"What the hell." She looks around, then down at her plain tee shirt and shorts with distaste. "Ugh. Who dressed

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[verylittlesugar]

Mattie normally wouldn't even bother with a transmission like this one (she doesn't understand half of what the woman is referencing, and the other half she couldn't care less about). But it's the insane number of shoes that gets her.

"...Do you live with a cobbler?"

That's more shoes than Mattie has ever seen together in one place in her life.

[ visual ] brackets because it's nine am, where is my brain.

[dreamsinwhich]

[ it's only through sheer force of will dawn doesn't turn and snarl at the unexpected voice. she hunts by seeming young and safe, going gameface whenever she's startled is a bad idea. ]

Do I-- no, I don't live with pie or a shoemaker.

[ visual ] you did ask about innocent little girls, right?

[verylittlesugar]

"Then why are you keeping a room full of shoes?"

No really, it makes no sense. Does she sell them? Was a shipment of shoes waylaid and she's holding them for delivery? Did she steal the shoes of every person in town as part of some kind of bizarre ransom scheme?

[ visual ] o indeed i did

[dreamsinwhich]

Mostly so I can wear them.

[ seriously, what kind of question is that? ]

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[eggplantgout]

[Typical Jason is ignoring all warning signs that he may otherwise register if he weren't thinking with his dick.]

Why? You doin' some modeling?

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[dreamsinwhich]

[ dawn's already been let in on the tablet secret, so when jason pipes up she doesn't jump, just shrugs one shoulder and turns her head to look at the screen. ]

Maybe I am.

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[eggplantgout]

I got a camera.

[any suggestiveness Dawn hears is not an accident]

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[dreamsinwhich]

Any chance you could do me a favor with that camera? I could make it worth your while...

[ FLEE, JASON. FLEEEEEEEEEE. ]

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[whoneedsrules]

[ well, what have we here? elena's judgey little friend caught getting changed. eh, it's not the juiciest of broadcasts ever to flash across the screen, but katherine is currently sadly stefan-less, leaving her bored and ready to troll viciously. just in case, she locks the feed; she doesn't need stefan or elena stumbling on this and throwing a fit over it. ]

Mm, I don't know. That color kind of washes you out. Makes you look a little chunky, even.

[ it doesn't really, for it's actually a nice dress and katherine doubts the girl could look "chunky" in anything, but mean snark is mean snark. ]

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[dreamsinwhich]

[ the smile dawn throws at the tablet is sugary sweet, with clearly hidden menace. she's already figured out people here know her, but the elena-katherine saga isn't on her radar yet. ]

That's so weird, I was just about to say the way you're slouching makes you look just a little bit pregnant.

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[whoneedsrules]

Excuse me?

[ score one for dawn, considering katherine has actually been pregnant once and there is a twinge of... something in reaction even after over five centuries that's quickly tamped down and ignored. still, vanity prompts her to smooth a quick palm down her tummy; as flat and flawless as ever, thanks very much. despite her indignation, katherine straightens her posture all the same just slightly, tilting her chin up as if to literally look down upon dawn. ]

Must be something wrong with your tablet. Or your eyes.

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[dreamsinwhich]

Or maybe you're just getting fat. Either way.

[ and that right there is the neon flashing sign; dawn summers can be a bitch, but she hides it well and applies it differently. that tone of voice would never fly with her if everything was normal. ]

in a town where blood ties are only blood;

[slaying]

Buffy Summers is singing to herself in the kitchen. Something tastefully non-tasteful -- Beegees, maybe -- as she prepares a sandwich. Nothing too ambitious. She's not interested in yet another culinary disaster.

She is loading little triangles on a plate when she wonders if she should perhaps stop by Dawn's room. Ask her if she's hungry.

in a town where blood ties are only blood;

[dreamsinwhich]

Dawn is blissfully ignorant of a Slayer on the premises; she'll just be shopping from her own closet and rediscovering all her shoes, because a girl has to do something to work up an appetite.

in a town where blood ties are only blood;

[slaying]

It is mid-knock when Buffy feels the chill. That vamp-alarm hitting the base of her spine like a three-ton bag of oh shit. Her knocking fist hovered over the door.

"...Dawn? Dawn -- you in there?"

in a town where blood ties are only blood;

[dreamsinwhich]

...And there's that bone deep tingle that means Slayer. Means danger, more specifically. And the voice means it's Buffy, which should be impossible. Buffy's dead, Dawn knows that intimately.

Right, whole new world. With a regretful look at all the pretty, pretty shoes Dawn quietly pulls open the window. She can leave a message later, make sure any suspicions are laid to rest; but there's no possible way to bluff a Slayer into believing she's anything but a vampire.

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[faderbroderson]

"What's the occasion, Dawn?" Here's Godric, thinking Dawn just has a date or something.

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[dreamsinwhich]

[ right, people know her. that's... incredibly weird, but she hasn't survived this long at angelus' side by acting like an idiot. ]

Oh, nothing special. I just felt like trying something on.