Lorne had a dream that wasn't a dream.

( Spoilers for After the Fall )

[ There's some vaguely ambient sounds in the background here, clinking glasses and faint music. Apparently it's a slow night, because Buffy has the time to consult the tablet. She doesn't sound terribly thrilled, and there are reasons for this. ]

Hey, does anybody know how to get red wine out of formerly-shiny white cashmere-blend?

[ And a pause ( Read more... )

Caritas is impeccable tonight. The bar is washed down and gleaming. Every surface that can be cleaned or swept has been. Casey's behind the bar, and Lorne is on stage with his microphone.

"It's great to have you all here, my friends. Family," he amends. "We've all been here for each other in tough times, and being trapped in an alien zoo is far ( Read more... )

The tablet flickers on to an image of the god-king staring intently down at the screen. Illyria gingerly presses a button, and her image disappears, as the voice function of the tablet is activated - but only for a short while. A few clicks later and the visual mode is on again - and this time, Illyria's expression is that of clear befuddlement ( Read more... )

There's muffled swearing and clanging from behind a door within the halls of Castle Summers. It's not entirely clear what's going on, but after half a minute of this, there's one final, unpleasant clunk, followed by the sound of lots, and lots of water. Plus, more cursing ( Read more... )

Say what you will about Andrew, but he's not dull. It hadn't been hard for him to learn the basics of working in a shop like Tamper and Trick. It's a nice shop and it vaguely reminds Andrew of the Magic Box. He'd always wanted to go in there as a customer, but because of Warren, he was only able to go in once to plant a camera.

So Tamper and Trick ( Read more... )

It's a slow process. Logically he knows that. Doctor Jones has already warned him of what to expect in the coming weeks. Cautioned him not to over-tax himself in a rush to recover. His body will heal at its own pace. But it doesn't make this being confined to bed rest any easier to bear ( Read more... )

It's quiet where Wesley is. And dark. And cold. Not in an unpleasant way, not like that room under the stairs. No, it's rather like he's at the bottom of a river bed. The weeds and the soft muck cushion him, the current flows ceaselessly over his body, the chill of the water makes his limbs heavy. It's too simply much effort to move them. To even ( Read more... )

Spike's driving somewhere, though from the tablet's vantage point it isn't clear where he's going. The inside of the car might be familiar to some as Angel's viper, the one car he favors above all. And Spike's behind the wheel ( Read more... )

Despite everything that had happened, most of the beds in the hospital ward were empty. They'd been lucky to get through the last few weeks without any serious casualties, but, towards the end of the disaster, their luck had started to run out ( Read more... )