On going back to lastvoyages next month.

[slayage]

You really took your time with the whole getting me back in your headspace, mun.

Don't get me wrong. Vacations? Big on the good and the rest and the relaxation. My eyes are bag-less for once. It's a really great look for me. But waking up again with a certain cyber-goth robot sharing the space is more than a little creepy.



I'm just saying.

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[recentlygay]

Hey, cyber-goth robots are people too, Buffy.

Well. They're robots. But still, with the rights-having.

[slayage]

[Sigh.]

Will, she keeps staring at me. Like I'm going to break all of her black sabbath cds or- whatever she listens to.

[recentlygay]

Well we know you're not gonna do that but have you informed her?

[slayage]

If she keeps the staring up, I might.

[recentlygay]

See that's just rude, how will you ever make friends?

[slayage]

[Groan.] It's weird, okay? She's.. [Whisper whisper.] Like, super intense. I thought I was a master at the death-stare.

[recentlygay]

I vote for a stare-off, personally.

[slayage]

This is advice that isn't helping, Will.

[recentlygay]

How would you feel about massive amounts of junk food and also a movie marathon of some sort?

[slayage]

Much better. What would I do without you?

[surfaceshine]

It could be worse. You could always look up one day and find two clones of yourself camping out on the couch.

Hey, darlin'.

[slayage]

Again with the facetwin drama? Isn't the one time enough for lifetime wiggins?

Hey yourself.

[surfaceshine]

You haven't met the other one. He's even worse.

[slayage]

... Worse-how? [Worse in her mind is a Dean-facetwin that eats people or sacrifices babies. Her mind goes there.]

[surfaceshine]

You can tell that Nutball McGee there isn't me.

This other jackass is much, much closer.

[slayage]

..How is that-?

Oh.

Got it. Talk about confusing.

[surfaceshine]

Confusing?

That asshole thinks he's funny and he eats all the cheetos.

[slayage]

That sounds super dire.

Should I get Will on an exorcism?

[surfaceshine]

Good luck. You remember nothing we know actually works here, right?

Speaking of which, we've got a werewolf problem.

[slayage]

It's called sarcasm, groucho.

[A beat.]

Worse than our maybe-friend potentially deciding to go genocidal?

[surfaceshine]

Maybe.

She didn't turn anyone, at least.

[slayage]

[.....]

Okay. How many are we talking?

[surfaceshine]

At least two, and probably they've each already gotten at least one.

[slayage]

And.. People are just letting this happen?

[surfaceshine]

Some of 'em.

Most of 'em don't know.

[slayage]

[Forehead rub, sigh.]

What are these kind like? I'm guessing with the lack of public knowledge, they don't get all rampage-y three nights a month.

[surfaceshine]

One's a lawyer.

The other one just grunts, from what I can tell. That's all I know so far.

[slayage]

[:| A lawyer.]

This is gonna be fun.

[surfaceshine]

It's amazing. Just what I always wanted.

[bigbad]

...cyber-goth robot? Doesn't sound so bad.

I've got a one-handed pirate and a poncy teenage vampire. I'll trade.

[slayage]

[Ugh. Don't talk to her about robots, Spike.]

She isn't actually a robot. She just..

Wait, which teenage vampire.

1/2

[bigbad]

No one you'd've heard of. He's some sort of royalty I guess, and really a teenager. He ages.

[slayage]

Spike. Why is it that you always bring your, and I use the term loosely, friends to my doorstep?

[bigbad]

It wasn't on purpose. He followed me. He's annoyingly insistent.

[slayage]

Reminds me of someone else I know.

[bigbad]

[He scowls at her suspiciously.]

No idea what you mean.

[badinfluence]

Not really a teenager, thank you, I'm actually 21, and I mean it, my ID isn't even fake anymore.

[Adrian gives Buffy a grin.]

The name's Adrian Ivashkov. And you must be the girl he never shuts up about. You're shorter than I expected.

[slayage]

[Gdi. Shorter. Great. Spike-talk. Even greater.]

A pleasure, I'm sure. [:|] So how does the vampire-aging thing work?

[badinfluence]

I'm a living vampire. A Moroi. Not a Strigoi. You can tell by how I'm not killing people when I feed. And my attractive, very much not corpse-like physique.

[slayage]

A morori. [Wut even. Those names sound like Italian desserts or something to her.]

..Right. So no killing, but still feeding.

[badinfluence]

Well, yes. I like not starving to death. But the feeders enjoy it. They're all willing.