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Test Drive Meme #1

A Choice to Make
 

In the midst of your mundane existence, amidst a meal's consumption or perhaps amidst a desperate struggle for survival, you find yourself teetering on the precipice between consciousness and oblivion. Whether it's the mundanity of everyday life or the shock of an unforeseen revelation, the next chapter in your tale is etched in the unfathomable tapestry of destiny. Abruptly, a shimmering azure tear in reality wrenches you from your reality, hurling you into the depths of a foreboding cavern. Within its shadows, two sinister whispers assail your senses, each vying for control over the path you must tread. One beckons from the left, promising dominion and power under the aegis of an enigmatic ruler, while the other lures from the right, pledging a noble crusade for justice and salvation. With each step, the choice you make echoes with the weight of eternity, determining the very fabric of your existence

As you stand at the crossroads of fate, the air thickens with anticipation, suffused with a palpable sense of ominous uncertainty. The leftward passage glimmers with an otherworldly allure, hinting at the seductive allure of authority and supremacy. Yet, the rightward path beckons with an ethereal glow, resonating with the righteous fervor of a hero's quest to vanquish darkness. Each voice, a siren's call to divergent destinies, casts its spell upon your soul, weaving a labyrinth of moral ambiguity. For in this twilight realm where the veil between worlds grows thin, your decision is not merely a choice but a covenant with forces beyond mortal comprehension. Whichever path you elect to traverse, know that the consequences shall echo through eternity, shaping the very essence of your being in ways unfathomable to mortal minds.
 

  1. Evil

 

Emerging from the left tunnel, you step into a labyrinthine city carved from the very bones of the earth, illuminated by flickering torchlight that casts eerie shadows upon the twisted visages of its denizens. Monsters, grotesque and malformed, roam the streets with a purpose that sends shivers down your spine. It becomes chillingly apparent that within this infernal metropolis, your destiny lies entwined with a bid for power at the side of a shadowy sovereign. Amidst the clamor of preparation, the temple to the enigmatic entity known as the First Evil looms ominously, its dark allure drawing in supplicants like moths to a flame. Should your throat grow parched from the fervent chants of devotion, the Cantina offers solace in its crude embrace, a sanctuary that exudes an aura of ancient malevolence amidst its clay and stone walls.

 

Yet, amidst the sinister ambiance, whispers of knowledge beckon, promising insight into the machinations of this unholy realm. Seekers of truth may find guidance from well-intentioned demons or delve into the esoteric depths of the Stacks, where secrets lie entombed within dusty tomes of forgotten lore. As curiosity compels you to explore further, the Bringers, sinister heralds of the impending darkness, stand ready to lead you to your abode, a cold stone sanctuary where dreams are haunted by the specter of impending conflict. And for those who prefer the solace of steel and the embrace of weaponry, the armory awaits, a chamber resonant with the echoes of impending strife, offering a grim reminder that in this realm, even sleep is fraught with the specter of violence.


          2. Good

Venturing through the right-hand tunnel was a pact, a commitment to a harrowing struggle that now unfolds before you. Emerging into the realm beyond, you are met by a spectral figure, a girl whose countenance shifts with each passing moment, a testament to the legion of vampire slayers that populate this accursed domain. She, like her brethren, is both warrior and guide, leading you through the labyrinthine streets with a cryptic explanation that betrays the gravity of the task ahead. Together, you traverse the shadowed avenues, passing landmarks cloaked in enigma, such as The Odeon, a den of debauchery where the echoes of revelry mingle with the cries of the damned. With a sardonic grin, she points towards the gym, a crucible where the art of combat is honed amidst the backdrop of impending doom.


 

As you journey further into the heart of darkness, the Resurrection Cemetery looms ominously, a sepulchral sentinel guarding the threshold of a towering edifice—the colossal teaching hospital that casts a pall of dread over the surrounding streets. Amidst a labyrinth of silence and apprehension, you arrive at your destination, standing before the facade of the Doubletree Hotel, its ostentatious glamour a stark juxtaposition against the encroaching shadows of desolation. Yet, even as the hotel's opulence beckons, a lingering sense of foreboding whispers tales of recent upheaval, hinting at secrets buried beneath layers of opulent facade.


A Grave to Dig – Resurrection Cemetery

Patrol, it's the nightly routine for slayers, a dance with darkness amidst the tombstones, where the soulless minions of evil lurk in the shadows, ever loyal to the malevolent machinations of The First Evil. A cemetery of this magnitude, its layout intricate and labyrinthine, serves as the perfect battleground for the eternal struggle against the forces of darkness. But it is patrol, right? Surely you're not taking a detour to The Odeon without your trusty stake and crossbow. Strange choices in these perilous times, indeed.
 

This graveyard pulses with the heartbeat of vampiric activity tonight, more undead rising from their graves than ever before. Will you recruit them into the fold of darkness, their loyalty pledged to The First? Or will you stand as their nemesis, driving a stake through their unbeating hearts? The choice looms before you, a decision that could tip the scales of this eternal conflict, determining whether you become their savior or their midnight snack.


A Party to Crash – The Odeon


Amidst the haunting melodies of an otherworldly band, The Odeon pulsates with the feverish energy of revelers seeking solace in food, drink, and a hell of a time. At the jumpstart of the bash, there’s no doubt you'll get to soak up some of that vibe. But lurking amidst the revelry, there's more than just party plans brewing.

If you've been getting those Slayer senses tinglin' 'bout the graveyard gig, hold onto your stakes 'cause The Odeon's gonna be jumpin' too. Within the shadowed halls of The Odeon, a palpable tension lingers, as The First Evil's malevolent design looms ominously over the unsuspecting patrons. In this twilight realm where the line between good and evil blurs, the clash between opposing forces is inevitable, and it's here, amidst the haunting melodies and whispered secrets, that the true test of one's training and arcane talents shall unfold.

 

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[personal profile] readreceipts 2024-03-13 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Said like a person whose never been walked through." As much as, in terms of her life and her troubles, it didn't rank highly. It was still a deeply unsettling feeling. Crowds and groups made it harder for her to maneuver around and sometimes it happened and she hated it. "Most of the hotel can see me. Anyone in on the whole good and evil thing."

Even if they could just walk through her like she wasn't there, barreling through a person feels rude, so if you see her you don't. She wasn't much for parties when she was real and alive, good or bad mood, so she couldn't relate on that. "I think I mostly came out because I've been trapped in my high school the past two months. Ghosts aren't allowed to jump the fence. So it's been nice to have different options of food to take."

"You've gotten yourself all set-up here, did you arrive with a fake ID or did you pick one up?" Maddie could steal alcohol if she wanted, but she didn't. Too many moments of her childhood were ruined by what her mom did for her to trust herself around it. Even if she can't really get drunk.
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[personal profile] readreceipts 2024-03-13 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Might take you up on that, the tea part." Maddie's never had the patience to make tea. To sit and wait for it to be just right. She's always been too impatient.

She's in no way ready to talk about herself and why 'ghost' and 'dead' are far more complicated than they should be. So while she probably did need a sympathetic ear, she wasn't going to use one anytime soon, "I've learned that what you see of a person, and what they're like, are never so easy to put together. So who knows. Maybe the forces of evil do just need therapy."
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[personal profile] burnyoudown 2024-03-13 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Yup. Her face was- I dunno, like she couldn't decide who she should be or something." He didn't know how to put it into words, exactly. It'd been weird and a touch disconcerting, but he'd never stopped to wonder if that part had been real. He'd just accepted it, funny enough because it'd felt too weird not to be really happening. And, if he'd been dreaming or something, he would have expected Ronan to feature somewhere, all things considered.

Nodding, he glanced in the direction of the hotel before replying. "Yeah, was inside to look around, got a room key but-..." But clearly he hadn't actually gone to the room they'd given him, since he was out here. "Seems pretty nice, but not nice enough to be a mirage, you know?" He figured if any sort of hotel was going to be a collective hallucination or figment of their imaginations, it'd be way swankier. Maybe with a bar right there in the lobby or a crystal chandelier or some shit like that.

"Can't blame you for being weirded out by everything," he added. "This whole thing's been highly weird and fucking suspicious." No one had seemed to want to cause him harm so far, or seem like they wanted to demand a ransom (as if his family cared enough about him to pay), but that didn't do a whole lot to put him at ease.
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[personal profile] hopethatremains 2024-03-13 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Praise accepted," As her purpose was hers now, compliments on it are compliments of her. She also seems very pleased by this.

She isn't used to a world where humans are designed, innately, to fight. Well, that's inaccurate, they have the will to fight, but it needs to cultivate into a particular form. This world seemed to have similar partitions between 'human' and 'combatant.' "Most things are stronger and faster than humans, they were not designed for combat. That would explain why I would be brought here."
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[personal profile] ironrider 2024-03-13 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
That grin promised some kind of trouble. Ash wasn't sure what kind of trouble just yet and that left him feeling a spark of excitement. Kavinsky looks young though, maybe too young, but he's not the one serving the drinks or checking IDs.

"Noted." He says with an easy laugh as he waves for a server. When he catches their attention he points to his glass and holds up fingers to indicate he needs two. A wink and a smile is his response when the server gives a nod. "Haven't been here long myself. Just arrived. Still trying to sort out all the bullshit."

Good verses evil. Whatever that ghostly girl was that had been his guide. A slayer? Vampire hunting he can get behind, that's basically what he was born to do. He's still worried if the hunters here find out what he is that maybe he'll end up on the list of things to kill. Ash couldn't remember everything about where he had been before arriving here but he doesn't feel the same, his power isn't crippled. He feels like himself again. Hopefully he can be useful here.

"Alright, K, truth or dare. I'm trying to figure out just how much trouble I've gotten myself into so...I'm going first and I pick truth."
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The Odeon

[personal profile] ironrider 2024-03-13 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[hope this is ok! you know, werewolves and vampires....:) If this doesn't work let me know.]

Galliards are known among the Garou tribes as moon dancers. They sing songs to rouse their kind to battle, to carry on when they think they can't and to mourn those who fall. That spirit draws him toward music and dance. Fills him with passion and hope, not only for his kind but for humanity. While his party going and bar hoping might come off to some as a problem, he finds himself in places like this because it makes him feel alive. Reminds him of why they do what they do, reminds him of why humanity is worth saving.

Sitting among the crowd he watches the performance with rapt attention. It wasn't just her voice that had him staring. Every note she sang tugged on that part of him that could sense the Wyrm. Though it wasn't a strong pull. Nothing triggering his rage. Only his curiosity. Then again, Glass Walkers are often accused of being corrupted by the other tribes, too close to the Weaver, to human for their own good.

He slid off of his seat and made his way closer to the stage. As he got closer he glanced at her again with a smile and a nod of his head.

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[personal profile] diana_abel 2024-03-13 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Suspicious, yes," she agreed. Diana always preferred to give the benefit of the doubt, but she wasn't sure she could afford to be so optimistic in Hell. "But real is good," she continued.

Yeah, still glass-half-full. Nothing to do about that.

She took two painfully slow steps in the direction of the hotel, before pausing. Artemis would be all over her right, now. Don't stop. Don't hesitate. Don't show any fear or weakness, especially in front of strangers.

But Diana was hesitant. She was afraid. And she was weak. There was no getting around that. Which led her to utter the three words that Artemis would absolutely hate the most. "I need help..."
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[personal profile] diana_abel 2024-03-13 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
There were a lot of people in the crowd. Diana didn't know why this one in particular caught her attention. Maybe because he seemed to be listening. Like, really, actually listening. A lot of times in the club, the music had a tendency to just disappear in the writhing and the sweating. As it was supposed to be. It wasn't a coffee shop open mic, after all. This dude, though? No, this dude heard her.

Which brought a slight smile to the corners of her lips, as she concluded her song.

Oh, shed no tears for me, light no candle for my sake
This journey I'll be making is one we all must make
Shoulder to the wind I'll turn my face into the spray
And when the heavens open let the drops fall where they may
If they finally wash away the stain from a daughter of the race of Caine
I am not a stranger to the rain, let it rain!


It was entirely possible she started showing off a little bit. A few extra musical flourishes, some runs that definitely weren't written into the notes. God, if life had gone in so many other ways, she would have totally loved a life up on the stage. Diana wasn't born for the shadows. But what could you do?

There was some scattered, absent applause as she stepped down from the stage, her lavender eyes watching her new admirer curiously, to see what he would do. She thought about taking a peek at his aura, to sense his mood. But that was cheating. It was always more fun to figure out people the natural way. Wasn't like she was on a mission, at any rate.
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[personal profile] burnyoudown 2024-03-13 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nah, just walked on." Which wasn't usually something he mentioned, because...no one cared. No one thought twice about getting whatever they wanted from him and then, in a lot of cases, turning around to treat him like garbage. He liked being able to do things for people, giving them what they wanted, but--if he was being honest--it wasn't enough. It didn't balance out everything else. "That's shit, though, sorry." He could only imagine how disconcerting and disheartening and whatever else it was to just have people walk through you.

The idea of being trapped in a high school, any high school, sounded just as bad though. He was already planning on burning his Aglionby uniform--especially the fucking tie--after he graduated, and never looking back. But- "What do you mean, can't jump the fence? Is your school some kind of ghost trap?" He didn't even have any theories he could muse on for that--he didn't know shit about ghosts.

For a beat, he didn't reply to the question. He knew it would be stupid to openly admit he wasn't actually old enough to drink--which sometimes he thought was also stupid, since he was legally considered an adult--but he didn't think anybody was paying attention, and he didn't think she'd snitch. "Got a new one since I've been here," he said. He was aware that implied he'd had more than one fake ID in the past but, he hadn't really used it that much. At least, not in Henrietta; it hadn't been a secret he was months away from graduating Aglionby. He'd had other methods, then.

"If there's ever a time to need a drink, it feels like it'd be now, you know?" he added. Really, it was equal parts finding himself suddenly in Ohio for mysterious reasons, and the way too recent memory of Ronan telling him he wasn't good enough.
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[personal profile] readreceipts 2024-03-13 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's just one of the rules of ghosts, back home." You haunt where you died. For a given definition of death anyway. One ghost did leave the school, and that was who Maddie needed to have a chat with. About boundaries. "I take one step off the grounds and find myself right back in the boiler room."

It helped that, the person who mentioned fake IDs, wasn't visible to most of the city and therefore if you keep it cryptic nobody has to know the topic. Her town didn't have much use for fake IDs, getting alcohol for parties was easy enough without one. Just had to know the right people. Her douchebag ex boyfriend being one of them. "Wouldn't know, I don't drink. When I was twelve I tried some of what mom was drinking at it was straight whiskey."

Also 'what mom was drinking' was an omnipresent sorespot of her life. So after that curiosity backfired horribly she'd been too busy cleaning up to ever feel that need. Even while dead. (Not that there was ready access to alcohol trapped in a school as a ghost.)
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Hotel

[personal profile] ineverygeneration 2024-03-13 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Buffy was flipping her world upside down, quite literally, when Ashley's gaze caught hers. With effortless grace, she rolled up onto her feet, adjusting her ponytail with a casual flick.

"Well, aren't you just the epitome of boredom?" She smirked at him. "I'm Buffy. Are you another interdimensional traveler, or are you here to enlighten me on the wonders of Cleveland?" Buffy nodded towards a poster pinned behind the concierge desk proclaiming 'Cleveland Rocks!' in bold letters above The Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame.

"Personally," she added with a melodramatic sigh, "I'm a skeptic, but I'm all ears for a good pitch."
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[personal profile] ineverygeneration 2024-03-13 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Buffy's gaze drifted wearily to Maddie, her exhaustion palpable. She hadn't even vanquished the First Evil back in Sunnydale, and now fate was hurling her into yet another town's battle.

"The First Evil... it's a relentless adversary," Buffy began, her voice heavy with the weight of countless battles. "It preys on your vulnerabilities, morphing into the faces of those you've lost. It could even mimic me, if it so desired. And its minions... they're not your run-of-the-mill bloodsuckers. They're cunning, relentless. We're going to need all the training we can get."

She averted her gaze, reluctant to take on the mantle of leadership once more. "I'm Buffy. Kind of like the girls who usually run this show—vampire slayer extraordinaire. What about you?" The young woman before her seemed scarcely older than Dawn, sparking an instinctive urge to shield her from the horrors that awaited.
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[personal profile] readreceipts 2024-03-14 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, well, spelled out like that Maddie's still wondering why she's here. Maybe she can scout areas that are too dangerous for the living? It's the best idea she's got. Her confusion mixed with a general level of horror at all of that said.

Oh, also, super weird, tiny 20-something acting like she's some sort of cop three days from retirement. Not that- Maddie would dare say that. She could, she could dare, what's the worst that could happen. "Sucks there's not much I can do."

"Maddie, ordinary high schooler." She's not really one for fights over the fate of the world. Although her explanation of herself was lacking, and not really accurate. Ordinary was true for her before she became a ghost, but she's more than aware she's not a regular ghost, by any means. "I mean, not that normal. I'm a ghost."
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[personal profile] ineverygeneration 2024-03-14 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
Buffy's eyes bulged like saucers as she leaped from her seat, propelled by urgency to check on the injured girl. "Holy cow, are you okay?!" With cautious hands, she lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing the mangled flesh of the girl's calf. Whatever lurked beyond The Odeon's doors, or worse, within them, had savaged the poor girl's leg.

Springing to her feet, Buffy looped the fallen girl's arm around her shoulder, hoisting her up as she rose. She met the girl's gaze, her expression etched with concern and empathy. "Can you lean against this wall while I take care of that shoelace? I know a spot nearby where we can patch you up."

A gentle smile graced her lips, an attempt to offer solace amidst chaos. "Oh, and I'm Buffy, by the way. Just in case 'Mysterious Lady Offering First Aid' is a bit of a mouthful."
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[personal profile] diana_abel 2024-03-14 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
Okay. Cute blond girl was quick. Diana was barely able to register what was happening, before she was being fussed over like a little girl. She didn't mind exactly (even if she usually waited for at least the second date before letting someone rustle her skirts), but she had to suppress an exhausted sigh as she realized she needed a cover story. Fast.

Diana Abel had many, many talents. Lying? Not so much. In fact, she was somewhat infamous as the worst liar in the whole Order. Some the others joked that it kept her 'pure' or whatever. Made her work a lot harder, though.

"Um, I'm okay," she said. She had an aggressively American accent, bordering on West Coast Valley Girl. Absently, she groped for the wall, since her shoelace was a problem, either way. "Just kinda lost a fight with a really angry...cat."
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[personal profile] burnyoudown 2024-03-14 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
At the very least, Kavinsky wasn't looking to get anyone, himself included, in any sort of legal trouble related to drinking. The fake ID he'd dreamt up was, for all intents and purposes, entirely valid. Which was a good thing, because even going to sleep for a few minutes, in and out like a thief, he'd been able to feel stress and anger and misery pushing at the edges of the dream, threatening to twist it into a nightmare. He wouldn't want to have had to make a second attempt.

"Yeah, I know the feeling. Still trying to wrap my head around this shit." He wasn't sure, entirely, what was expected of him. He wasn't someone people turned to when they needed a hero, he wasn't particularly strong, just average, and- he didn't know. He'd had enough on his plate before, teetering on the brink of destruction, watching all of his hopes crumble around him. He wanted to sleep but not to dream, wanted to get so shitfaced he couldn't remember how deeply rejection had cut him. He wanted to not think for a while.

Instead, he couldn't stop. Instead, he said, "Well, that works out, cause I was gonna ask if you wanted to go first. Let's start it simple; assuming I wasn't the only one who got the creepy whispers, did you have any inclination to listen to the one that kept promising power?" Simple, he said--though he was also suddenly aware of the fact he didn't know if there were any immediate differences in choosing, if maybe Ash hadn't, actually, chosen to follow the power whispers.
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[personal profile] ineverygeneration 2024-03-14 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Swallowing her surprise, Buffy offered a hesitant nod. "Oh," she managed to squeak out, feeling a rush of awkwardness wash over her. Talking to a ghost? Well, given her own resurrection experiences, perhaps she shouldn't be too shocked. "You know, I've died before, so... Otherworldly pride. Go us." She forced a tight smile, hoping to alleviate the tension that hung in the air, but the silence that followed only amplified her discomfort.

Clearing her throat, Buffy tried to regain her composure. "For the record, I'm sorry," she blurted out, feeling the weight of her words settle heavily between them. "Can everyone see you? Is that an incredibly intrusive question to ask?" Her expression twisted with self-reproach, and she silently mouthed the word 'sorry' once more.

You would think that after everything she'd faced on the Sunnydale Hellmouth, meeting a ghost would be just another day in the life of the Slayer. But somehow, it still managed to catch her off guard.
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[personal profile] ineverygeneration 2024-03-14 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Buffy fought back the urge to envelop the familiar figure before her in a tight hug, the form of Faith standing before her triggering a mix of relief and wariness. Still, a genuine smile graced her lips. "Took you long enough. I was starting to think I'd have to tackle this apocalypse solo."

She couldn't help but admire the camaraderie among the collective of Slayers who had banded together, identifying portals and securing an entire hotel for those who stumbled through. Yet, despite her appreciation, Buffy couldn't shake the gnawing doubt that crept in. She hadn't witnessed any of them in combat yet, and her expectations hovered somewhere between low and middling, overshadowed by a creeping cynicism.

"Can you feel it too?" Buffy's gaze swept across the dance floor, her senses on high alert for any signs of hidden danger. "Like the band isn't going to be the main attraction tonight?" She glanced back at Faith, a flicker of concern evident in her eyes.
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doubletree

[personal profile] ineverygeneration 2024-03-14 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Tara...?" Buffy's voice emerged as a choked whisper, laden with emotions dredged up from the depths of memory. The sudden appearance of someone she believed to be resting peacefully in the afterlife struck her like a stake to the heart. She knew all too well the jarring sensation of being yanked from a serene existence into the chaos of the mortal realm, all in the name of battling forces beyond comprehension. Though tears threatened to overflow, none dared to stain her cheeks; Buffy had mastered the art of shedding invisible tears long ago.

"It's... I've missed you," she confessed, her voice trembling with a mix of sorrow and relief. With a determined swallow, she composed herself, unwilling to burden Tara with her own emotional turmoil. "You're in Cleveland, Ohio. It's 2024. We're in the midst of another apocalypse, and that boom you just heard? Yeah, that was my brain imploding," she added, a wry smirk flickering across her lips, a shield against the overwhelming gravity of the situation.

"How are you... Are you okay?" Buffy's concern manifested in the slight furrow of her brow, a silent echo of the anguish she had felt when Tara had been cruelly torn from their lives, leaving behind a void that time could never quite fill. It seemed like only yesterday that they had mourned her untimely departure, and now, here she stood like a spectral visitor from the past, stirring dormant emotions and igniting a flicker of hope in the darkness.
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[personal profile] burnyoudown 2024-03-14 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
In a different circumstance, with different people, Kavinsky probably would've been tempted to reply with something sarcastic. Right now, it didn't even cross his mind. He wasn't the only one in a strange new place, new situation, wondering what the fuck was going on--and it seemed like he was having a somewhat easier time so far than some people. He wasn't okay but he could pretend. He was good at that; he had a lot of practice.

"Yeah, of course." He made his way over, closed the distance between them. "You need to lean on me?" He wasn't the least bit daunted by the blood, despite wearing a white tank top. He'd never really given a shit about his belongings, and not just because his family was rich. If blood got on his shirt, he'd get another one.

"And, guess I should ask before it's too late, but- do you need a hospital?" He still had no idea where one would even be, but he figured if it was needed, he could get her into the hotel lobby and ask someone at the front desk to call for an ambulance. It was a small comfort to have that as a plan b.
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[personal profile] diana_abel 2024-03-14 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Her eyes widened in alarm. "No, no hospital," she said, just barely managing to separate the words out, so it didn't sound like 'nonohospital.' She took a deep, shaking breath, before she managed a small smile. "I'll be okay," she said. And physically, it was probably true, assuming she found something to eat.

Psychologically was a whole other story. Diana would have to test her powers of repression at some point later.

Preferably alone, in a nice hotel room. Or at least a not-too-shitty one.

"I just..." She didn't want to lean on him. It was important to avoid letting her blood get into his system in anyway. After a few moments of indecision, she reached for his elbow. If she could just tuck her hand there, maybe she wouldn't fall ass over teakettle. "Thank you," she said, staring at him with a genuine look of sincerity. "I don't even know your name."
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[personal profile] burnyoudown 2024-03-14 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Ugh." It was entirely sympathetic. "I can hardly stand being around the assholes in my school when I actually have to be there. Think I'd lose my mind if I had to just...be there forever." Even if the current dickbags graduated, he was sure there would be others to replace them. Sure, the Aglionby grounds were pretty enough in places, a lush lawn and towering shade trees, but there'd only be so much of that he'd be able to take before the itch of wanting to race or party or actually interact with his friends drove him up a wall.

It took a lot of effort not to comment that whiskey was good though--when you were twelve and it was your first taste of alcohol, it was probably awful. "That's fair. Sometimes-" he hesitated, then shook his head. He actually didn't want to bring up his own mother, as it turned out. Instead, he said, "You know, that's why I make sure to have options when I throw parties. I don't actually give a shit if someone's there to drink or if they aren't- they should just be able to have fun." Fuck peer pressure, basically. Of course, he still threw parties that had specific themes or requirements, but those were always clearly communicated so people knew ahead of time if they were interested in attending or not.
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[personal profile] readreceipts 2024-03-14 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
There's definitely a reaction to 'died before' but it isn't surprise, it's a more general ill ease at the topic. Something Maddie should say, but isn't going to.

So she'll just run with the change in topic, "People in the hotel can me. Well, anyone some way touched by the whole good evil fight. I needed help checking in and sometimes I need someone to get me back into my room when my key vanishes on me. The local- witches?" Said like she's sure that's not the PC term but she doesn't had better, "are looking into some way to hex it so my ghostly being treats it as always mine."

"Yes, I can get locked out of my room and yes I do feel cheated on my ghost powers."
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[personal profile] readreceipts 2024-03-14 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Maddie considered a moment, he wasn't wrong about how bad it is to be trapped at school. She had even less patience than when she was alive, and she'd been a ghost for weeks. Everyone else was already in the decades, "Basically every other ghost in the school is a little out there. Dawn is- was, practically normal and she's from the 60s and got herself obsessed with every social media since the 90s."

Maybe going to the other side means Dawn finally got to find out what happened to Vine. That's a nice thought.

"I've never been one for parties, I'm not exactly..." she gestured down at what was lovingly called 'Kurt Cobain cosplay' by one of her teachers. Faded jeans, tank top, red flanne. "Popular. I'm sure you throw great parties, but that's never been what I'm about. I'm a horror movies and junk food sort of girl."

Hell, most of her school didn't know her name. Another fun discovery after her disappearance, six people cared and at some point or another she had genuine concerns each of them might have killed her.
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[personal profile] definitionofcrazy 2024-03-14 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Shit. Yeah. Yeah, that tracks.

"Gonna be real with you, I was sort of hopin' it was just me."

She starts quietly scanning the crowd around them, trying to pick faces and features, looking for anything suspicious.

"What are you thinking? Vampires?"

She doesn't think it's gonna be just vampires, but hey, a girl can dream.

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