38th Slay [Video || Action || Audio]

[whattingawhat]

[Buffy is sitting at the coffee shop on the patio with an iced coffee. She's scanning the crowd, obviously looking for someone. She makes a face and looks to the device.]

Calling all Sunnydale residents.

Also, don't panic. This weekend is usually pretty tame. Just don't go into the Underground.

Comments

[watcherwells]

...Buffy?

[whattingawhat]

Andrew?

[She's giving him a narrowed look, trying to decide when he's from.]

[watcherwells]

[He smiles awkwardly. (Pfft, as if there's any other way for Andrew to smile.)]

Oh my gosh, it is actually so good to see you right now. I would hug you, but, well.

[He holds up his hands. In one is some sort of elaborate blended frozen chocolate coffee something-or-other with a mountain of whipped cream on top. In the other is a camcorder.]

[whattingawhat]

[Okay well that sounds like hostage!Andrew as opposed to Villain!Andrew]

It's okay. [She's going to kick herself for this] Want to have a seat.

[stilluphere]

[A young Irishman with spikey hair, a floppy robe, and a very strange mask is all up in your device.]

Why, what's underground?

[He sounds a little more... interested than frightened.]

[whattingawhat]

[he gets a confused look and then a 'what the...' look]

It's got lots of...mobsters.

[stilluphere]

Ah. Shady underground dealings of the shady underground variety, I'm presuming.

What's with this place, anyway. Hasn't anyone got a proper face on?

[whattingawhat]

A what--huh? Who?

[whattingawhat]

[Have a huge smile, Spike. Yes, she's missed you.] And who's fault is that?

[whattingawhat]

Maybe a little. You did all the boom and the exploding.

[whattingawhat]

Hug first. Recap can come later.

[whattingawhat]

I'll work on keeping it under 2.9 seconds then.

[And she's up out of her seat making with the hugging.]