[ first thread - location: sanctuary - holo ]

[magic_weaver]

For a brief moment, home had finally felt like home again. She and Briar had argued, loudly and with the reasoning of children, but in that small instant of irritation Sandry had seen their old sibling bond. She had stormed around Daja’s house, taking measurements and debating the best fabrics and colors for her foster brother and sisters. That

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[visual]

[poisonousparty]

"M'votin' on stupid. Tumbleweed." There's a semi amused look on Party's face--which is to say his lips are pursed into a thin, almost smile. There's a large part of him that's already got his hackles raised, though.

"An' no mean to burst your bubble, cityrat, you're in a place where nobility flies about as high as a Drac at a wavehead bar." A large, heavy sigh.

"Just pick up the tablet thing my voice an' face is comin' by, door will open. Boom, you're in a city you've been kidnapped and placed inn. And what does cat dirt haveta do with it?"

[ holo ]

[magic_weaver]

The voice startles Sandry, despite the fact that she's been waiting for an answer, and she approaches the pedestal cautiously. There's no magic showing on the little device, but there is the young man speaking, plain as day.

Well, plain as Briar might have when he'd first arrived at Discipline.

"I can see I've been kidnapped," she replies, a little more curtly than she would have under normal circumstances. Her cheeks redden at his mention of her pathetic swearing, but she ignores the question and focuses instead on pulling herself back, loosening up. She's still on edge, and isn't sure what to make of the device or the man's picture on it, but there is a significant lack of authority in her voice when she speaks again.

"A city where?"

[ holo ]

[poisonousparty]

The redhead shrugs. "Welcome to the club. Well, not literally--inasmuch as more of a colony of captives, running around." A bit of an amused look crosses his face. "Like Australia. Where I can't tell you, Sunshine, but you're in a place called Taxon with a bracelet on your hand that all the other folks got," --he holds up his own--"and not a clue how to get out. Sorry 'bout that. Here's the deal, I guess."

He mutters something about being the welcome wagon, and lets out a huge sigh before continuing.

"You've been kidnapped and brought here by weird creatures that only show up when they want to. Us? We're your allies. Pulled from different worlds. A lot of us seem to be from Earth, or varying states of Earth. Buuuut you never know."

[ holo ]

[magic_weaver]

Much of what he says confuses Sandry more than she likes to admit. The places he names are places she's never heard of, and the way he phrases things is odd. She is able to get the gist of it, though: captives, all of them...however many 'all' is.

She eyes his bracelet carefully, then looks back to her own. It appears to be made of the same material, and looks just as foreign and uncomfortable on him as it feels on her. "Taxon...is a prison, then? For what purpose?"

There's a pause as she debates just how to approach the subject without appearing as though she has gone completely mad. Then, tentatively, she adds, "Is Australia a prison as well? I've never heard of one named such." She can only guess it's part of that Earth country.

[goodluck_kobra]

Kobra looks at the tablet, wrinkles his nose. "I'm Kobra Kid and I demand my bike to be brought to me," he looks around, shrugs. "See, not working here. Better quit that yelling and name throwing."

[magic_weaver]

He catches Sandry off guard, and she gapes at the tablet for several seconds before pulling herself back together. The stubborn chin remains for now, and she looks at the young man with a mix of hurt pride and fear.

"What do you propose I do, then?"

[goodluck_kobra]

"Dunno, tumbleweed," Kobra shrugs. "We've all been trying to find out," he offers by means of consolation, then thinks. "Do you know anyone here?"

[magic_weaver]

Sandry glances down at the bracelet on her wrist, and her shoulders relax. Wherever she is, there are others with the same problem, and throwing some sort of noble temper tantrum probably won't do her any good.

She pauses, thinking about the faint pulse that is Briar's magic. Barely noticeable, she shakes her head. "I. I'm afraid I don't know."

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[slayersidekick]

The name at first goes unnoticed. All Willow could take note of was the girl's appearance. No, it couldn't be? Was she back when Buffy wasn't?

"Dawnie?"

It was out of her mouth before she could stop it. But then the name registered and Willow frowned, disappointment clear on her face.

"Sorry. I... thought you were someone else..."

[ holo ]

[magic_weaver]

At home, Sandry had rarely been mistaken for anyone else, unless one was to count all of the times someone had compared her to her mother. 'Dawnie' is definitely one she hasn't heard before, though. She takes a moment to marvel at the tablet's ability to switch between people so easily before giving the woman an apologetic smile.

"It's quite alright. Our eyes and tongues are sometimes quicker to judge than our minds can keep up with."

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[slayersidekick]

"It's just... she's kinda like a little sister to me," Willow explained, looking uneasy at having been called out like that. "I-I thought..." Well, not important anymore, right?

"My name's Willow. Uh, it's really nice to meet you, but I don't think I can pronounce your name yet."

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[magic_weaver]

"I'm terribly sorry." Sandry could completely relate to that look, subject matter or not. She moved a little closer to the device and attempts a larger smile.

"Sandrilene," she repeats, a little more slowly, "but I normally go by Sandry. It's much easier to remember, and to say."

[holo]

[thornandmoss]

She won't hear much but a reassuringly familiar chuckle at first. "I suppose now I don't need to worry about you leaving for Namorn without me, Sandry." By which he obviously means 'I'm glad to see you,' for those that speak sibling.

Briar is sitting cross-legged on the floor, attempt to meditate broken by a very welcome distraction. "Someone's already told you how to get out of the room, right? If you'll wait there, I can come find you."

[ holo ]

[magic_weaver]

The familiar laugh is all Sandry really needs. She grasps the tablet close as a wave of relief rushes over her. Briar is here. She isn't alone.

Of course, that also leads to the fact that Briar is here, and she can't help but huff at him. "What do you mean, leaving without you? We couldn't possibly." She gives him a look full of You Silly Boy, but nods nonetheless at his question. "Yes, a young man told me how. He said he would meet me as well..."

[ holo ]

[thornandmoss]

Her initial reaction and the irritated response that followed it only made Briar grin more. He didn't even make an effort to duck his head and hide the smile. "Well, without any way of knowing when I'll get back home," he explained, "a fellow can't be sure of these things."

His own feelings ran a similar course to hers. On the one hand, Sandry was the sibling who he fully expected to pester him about opening up and sharing his feelings, but on the other, it was really nice to have family here. "Who?" he asked, wondering if it was one of the few he'd met so far. "I'll come meet you both."

[ holo ]

[magic_weaver]

Sandry wrinkles her nose at his smile--it's hardly the time for grinning if even Briar can't find a way out of something. "There isn't a way out? You're sure?" What about Namorn, and Daja and Tris? What about her uncle? Sandry pales significantly, only snapping back when Briar asks about her other greeter.

"He said his name is Party Poison," she answers absently. "He's only supposed to be a few minutes..."

[tothelightshown]

"A bit of both," DG answered with a sympathetic smile, recognising the confused and anger and fear of a new arrival and knowing that nothing she said would make the situation any better. "They're clever enough to trap us here, but they're stupid enough to think that we should be grateful to them for some of the things they've done."

The expression of distaste that crossed DG's face made her own opinions on the matter abundantly clear.

"I'm DG," she added, "Welcome to Taxon."

[magic_weaver]

"How unfortunate," Sandry mused back, observing the woman closely. "What sorts of things have they done?" The way the woman says it, it sounds like their captors are doing more than holding them hostage. The look of disgust on her face didn't help that idea much.

"Sandry. And, while I'm not sure it is a welcome I really want, thank you."

[tothelightshown]

"For what it's worth, I wish I didn't have to give it," said DG with an apologetic half smile. She'd made plenty of friends in the city, and she'd welcomed more than one of them like this, but the circumstances were far from ideal.

"Sometimes ... it's difficult to explain, but sometimes things go wrong with the city. People act strangely until they manage to fix it."

[magic_weaver]

"It's worth enough." At least there were kind faces in such a strange place, even if they did appear out of a piece of metal. Oh, what Sandry would have given for Daja to be present. She would probably love the intricacy of the little device.

DG's explanation didn't bode very well for what might be awaiting Sandry outside the little room, and the noble paused to assess what the other woman had said. "Is it a sickness?"