On reserve at boxmods

[eewbunnies]

Oh. Oh, I see how it is. You let me go because, and I quote, "you had other plots going on back then." And now, that there's the possibility of sending me into a Wheadon-esque sort of horror game, you're willing to pick me back up again.

When was the last time you watched my show? I believe it was 2003? When we went off the air? A whole decade ago. And now you're going to start writing me again.

.......Still better than being vivisected, I suppose.

But just barely.

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[dr_redacted]

I wouldn't necessarily count out vivisection just yet.

[He does not sound pleased by this, just bitter.]

[eewbunnies]

I never count out vivisection. Either receiving or giving, honestly.

[dr_redacted]

Let's hope it doesn't come to the latter as well.

[eewbunnies]

Are you implying that I shouldn't defend myself?

[dr_redacted]

Depending on the true nature of the situation, yes.

[bigbad]

...could be worse, I suppose. They could be sending that boy of yours instead.

[A beat.]

Worse for me, I mean. Being stuck with him sounds a lot worse than any of the horrors this place has in store.

[eewbunnies]

That boy of mine is no longer my boy, thank you very much. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't bring up painful subjects.

[bigbad]

[Spike is vaguely Season 5ish and has no idea what's going on.] Finally kicked him to the curb? Always said you could do better.

[eewbunnies]

[That's okay, Anyanka is used to time-line shenanigans.]

I kicked him to the curb after he ditched me at the altar, thereby fulfilling all the possible cliches of my pathetic mortal existence, and prompting me to go get my old job back.

[bumps]

A few months living in this hell and you might take that statement back.

[eewbunnies]

I lived over a literal hellmouth and I'm a fifteen hundred year old vengeance demon named Anyanka.

I think I'll manage. I have very good coping skills.

[bumps]

Well... That's a new one for me. I wasn't sure that could still happen, but there you go.

I guess you'll feel right at home.

[eewbunnies]

Hence why my mun put me on reserve. She said I'd be a good genre match, and I can see her point! I'm not a fan of being ignored for several years, however.

[bumps]

Maybe we can swap places. I could stand a little less attention.

[eewbunnies]

That bad, huh? I hope your writer isn't one who likes to kill characters off for shits and giggles.

We've all been Joss'd enough, I should think.

[bumps]

They're 0 for 0 with me for the last 15 years. I think everyone else has a bit more to worry for than I do. But from what I hear of him, this place would make him proud, with all the ways you can get yourself killed.

[eewbunnies]

Great. Well, I think they'll find I'm not exactly a pushover, anyway.

[bumps]

Good. Whoever 'they' are could use a few more thorns in their sides.

[eewbunnies]

As long as there aren't any rabbits.

All bets are off when it comes to rabbits.

[watchher]

Well. From the look of things, you may, at least, have company.

[ Guess who was just reserved! and isn't particularly thrilled about it. If they die horribly, at least it'll be together? ]

[eewbunnies]

Giles! Hello!

Perhaps we can open up our store again? Although perhaps change the name, since the Magic "Box" might not go over too well.

[watchher]

A change of name might be in order, yes. [ There's a thought. It's... actually kind of a charming idea. They'd be making themselves useful, possibly. ] If this place is to be half as eventful as Sunnydale, spell ingredients may be in high demand. Perhaps we should.

[eewbunnies]

See? I'm clever and useful to have around, contrary to popular opinion.

[watchher]

'Popular opinion' would be a grave overstatement, I think. [ That's British for shh, Anya, he likes you. ]

I'm not certain what useful materials we'll be able to find in such a place, but... well, perhaps our combined knowledge will be of some use. You, um, you are aware that the population seems to rely on bartering? [ There's no money. Sorry. Still, let's take a moment to imagine Giles and Anya matter-of-factly scavenging in a creepy forest for magic supplies. ]

[eewbunnies]

....Barter? Like...no money?

[A beat, she pouts and looks very upset. Then, she smiles brightly again.]

Well then we'll just have to fix that. We'll institute a gold standard. Or some other hard valued item that's sufficiently rare. Not having money in such a large population is certain to lead to anarchy, chaos, and me being cranky.

[watchher]

[ For some reason, he doesn't feel like arguing that just now. ]

It's... an interesting idea, to be sure. But I do think we'll be preoccupied, at least initially, with- with more basic survival. Unfortunately, it seems to be that sort of place.