Tara has been spending more and more time in the Sunnydale library.  For one thing, Giles is there, and she's always glad to see him.  And, of course, the collection on magic is even more impressive than she'd guessed it had been.  She's doing research for herself, and for Piper and DG as well ( Read more... )

Unlike Dawn's usual entries, this one is short and to the point ( Read more... )

Wow... Granddad gets his groove back and all of a sudden, everyone's fearing for their lives. Not that I can blame you. You're only human.

Well, most of you...

Meanwhile, everyone's forgotten about the actual turned Slayer. Y'know - the one whose primary incentive for not doing what she does best, seems intent on joining up with said ( Read more... )

There's nothing really unusual about Vala's transmission, no embarrassing moment to be caught on camera as is the tablet's usual wont. Just the image of a heavily pregnant woman puttering about and arranging flowers in a vase inside a modest and somewhat medieval looking house. Her attire is similarly styled. When she's happy with the way the ( Read more... )

[the audio function on the tablet clicks on and at first, there's no voice - just the mechanical sounds of machines whirring and a few buttons being pressed. after a few moments, a female voice comes over the airwaves, singing softly to herself. the voice is well-trained, but it's obvious she's got no idea that anyone can hear her.]

Mmmmmmm, ( Read more... )

Tara opened her eyes, troubled that she couldn't remember having closed them.  She looked around, taking in her surroundings.  It looked a little like Willow had described the Initiative: science on steroids.  But on a second look, there was almost nothing identifiably in the room.  Just a circle under her feet, and above her on the ceiling: a ( Read more... )

Oh, look, a visual that's not accidental for once. Dean doesn't do very many of these, but honestly, he's bored out of his freaking mind, he's tired of lurking around Buffy's castle feeling sorry for himself (or at least, he's ready to pretend like he is), and he needs some fresh air. So, Dean's rolling out of bed, turning on his tablet as he does ( Read more... )

It's mid-afternoon. Buffy is in the kitchen of Castle Summers, making something atrocious. Well, from a nutritional perspective, anyway. It involves toast and chocolate spread and it's about to involve peanut butter-- or at least it would be if she could get the damn lid off the jar ( Read more... )

The tablet turns on, and Taxon is treated to a view of a table overflowing with... cleaning materials. There's some wax in there, and some cleanser, and the all-reliable wood polisher. There's even some bottles fit for cleaning sharp weapons. Also? Several wicked looking ragsIn fact, Cordelia picks up one of those rags and begins to attack the ( Read more... )

The holo shows a graying middle-aged man, dressed in a brown tweed suit and wearing wire-rimmed glasses. He looks puzzled and wary, and like he's doing his best to hide both emotions ( Read more... )