009 [visual & action]

[the_ex_watcher]

[The journal thumps open as if it's been dropped abruptly - because it has - and the picture is, at first, total white.]

Dammit -

[As Wesley picks up the journal again, turning it over, he comes into view, looking a little bluish. That could be because he's standing knee-deep in snow with a thin shirt and no coat or jacket. He places the journal

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[james_morph]

Oi! Wesley! [James is walking out into the snow with a bag full of clothes to rescue his tea-buddy]

[He pauses, sniffs for a moment and then goes bounding through the snow towards him with a wave] Hey!

[the_ex_watcher]

J-James?

[Wesley's curled up in the snow with a suspicious lack of shivering, so forgive him if he doesn't wave back.]

[james_morph]

Hey... [Dr. Mode's kicking in, and he's noting the lack of shivering]

Fucking hell Wes, how long have you been out here? [He quickly walks over and stands him up, kneading his arms to get his friends blood back] Rub your chest Wes, it's important you keep your body warm. [He quickly reaches into his bag and pulls out a jacket and some thicker pants, giving them to Wesley one by one]

[the_ex_watcher]

Not sure . . . [He leans heavily on James, trying to rub his chest and not particularly succeeding. The jacket is sort of manageable but he's failing on the pants.]

[wallwritten]

W-Wesley? [Her voice will be coming over the journals, sounding a little distant/out-of-it, like it did in the episode with the moisture-sucking slugs. You can see white behind her too.]

[the_ex_watcher]

[Wes is now un-frozen enough to, at the sound of Fred's voice coming from the journal, immediately re-open his own, already reaching for jackets.] Fred?

[wallwritten]

[Sounding rather shivery but relieved kinda:] Y-you're back! It's cold, Wesley...

[the_ex_watcher]

[Wesley pulls on his jacket, snowpants, boots, etc., and then picks up the journal again.] Earlier today, yes. Are you in the forest somewhere?

[slaying]

Wesley.

[the_ex_watcher]

[Wes is back at the house, courtesy of James, so the Wesley who answers is still a touch bluish but wrapped in a blanket and sipping tea.]

Buffy?

All your things are gone, and I thought . . .

How are you?

[slaying]

I..[sigh--why isn't it easier to say?] I moved out, a little while ago. After Angel left, I--well, the drift isn't that hard to catch.

[the_ex_watcher]

Ah. Of course. [He pauses, slightly awkwardly.] May I ask where you're staying now?

[alwaysmoony]

[with both relief and concern] Wesley.

...Are you sure you shouldn't go to the clinic?

[the_ex_watcher]

[Wes is back at the house, courtesy of James, so the Wesley who answers is still a touch bluish but wrapped in a blanket and sipping tea.]

Remus. It's good to see you.

Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you. No frostbite, just a touch of hypothermia. Nothing tea and blankets can't fix.