002 - So what if it's only 1 o'clock in the afternoon?

[want_take_have]

[She’d spent four months in prison. Four months with the same outfits, the same food, the same people, the same routine. Day in and day out. And that was after only a few months of freedom after waking up from a coma. It had reached the point where she wasn’t really sure what normal was, anymore. Hell, one night she’d had a dream about trying on clothes and, when she woke up, she almost thought she’d cry. Or maybe punch something. Talk about a laugh.

Luceti might be a prison, but it was a hell of a lot more “free” than she’d been in awhile. She should have been out on the town...living it up and learning what it meant to be on her own again.

Instead, she’d barely left the apartment she’d claimed for herself. She’d stocked up on junk food, grabbed a bundle of clothes from All Passions, a handful of books from the library...and just stayed in. She would have preferred a TV but, well, she’d gotten used to that being scarce, too.

She only really left to patrol, and then she tried to be careful to avoid Buffy or any of her pals that might recognize the once-rogue Slayer. Solitude and near-silence, for almost a month, exploring her new prison until the wee hours of the morning, and sleeping well into the afternoon the rest of the day. Her run-in with Buffy and the following dusting of Drusilla, though, changed something. It finally nudged her away from the lingering apathy and towards something a bit more...well...her.

Squinting out at the sunny afternoon outside her window, Faith finally flips open her journal and actually takes the time to address anyone listening]

So...sayin’ a girl wants something to punch around here... what’s it take to figure out this battle dome thing people’ve been talking about?

[if she gets any bites, the first part of her day will be spent at the battle dome, releasing some of the pent up energy that’s been building since her arrival. After that, she’ll be returning the clothes that didn’t fit to All Passions (she hadn’t been particularly careful when Amelia brought her there, that first night), and trying on a whole mess of new things. Girl’s gotta look her best, after all, if she’s gonna check out the night life.

That evening, she’ll swing by Cloud Nine to see what the fuss is about, before patrolling takes her out by the barracks and down by the ocean. And, this time, she might actually stop to get to know some of the locals.]

Comments

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[herotypical]

[ it's a small town. buffy's in all passions, picking through a rack that's been wheeled out to the front of the store. hell, the rack even has her name taped onto it. one of the first windfalls of this place had been making friendly with the local designer -- it came with all sorts of fashion perks.

buffy's shrugging into a long jacket when she turns and catches sight of the other slayer. ]

Huh.

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[want_take_have]

[stepping out of the dressing room, she had a handful of clothes she was about to put back on the rack when she catches sight of Buffy and freezes.]

B...

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[herotypical]

Faith.

[ she shrugs back out of the jacket. ] I see you've found the hippest clothing joint in town.

[action -- by the ocean -- MIGHT BE SLOW]

[all7seas]

[Well, she might run into Sparrow down by the docks. He is sitting with his feet swinging off the edge of the southernmost one, eating crackers and contemplating the Joanna. She's a beautiful boat, the Joanna. Jack is still plenty beat up from his kidnapping but he's healing; probably looks a great deal better than the first time they met.]

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[want_take_have]

[she might be feeling a bit more social, but she's still not feeling particularly interested in starting conversations.

This guy, though...this guy she recognizes. After all, he was kinda hard to miss.

Hands tucked in the pockets of her jacket, she slows as she gets closer]

Sparrow, right?

[all7seas]

Mmmhmm. [He stops his leg-swinging and looks up at her.] What're you doin' all the way out here, Faith-lass?

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[thedicearecast]

Mostly the ability to resist the urge to shoot it when it doesn't work.

[voice]

[want_take_have]

Think I can handle that part. I'm more of a punch and stab kinda girl, anyway.

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[thedicearecast]

Same difference.

There's a manual about it, or you can get someone to show you.

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[simplestgift]

[Archie dresses a little differently to go to work. Tonight he's in a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up (the trick, he realizes, is to treat the shirt more like a sleeved waistcoat and wear an "undershirt" underneath) and a pair of black slacks. The only indication of his old-fashioned-ness is the long hair tied back in a queue and clean-shaven face. When Faith arrives, he's mixing up a quick martini for someone at the bar, occasionally glancing toward the stage. Live music would make this place a good place to work if nothing else did. He's glad now that Kay Eaton drafted him into waiting tables almost a year ago.]

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[want_take_have]

[it wasn't LA...but it wasn't completely lame, either. Decent enough for a wacky zoo-cum-refugee camp.

Nodding along to the beat, she meandered through the club...just taking in the setting...before making her way to the bar. Crossing her arms on the counter, she leaned forward as she watched Archie, waiting for him to finish the order he was on. She wasn't intentionally drawing his attention, but the leather pants, low-cut top under her jean jacket, dark makeup, and pose were all little, automatic gestures. Look at me. Notice. React.

When he had passed the drink off to the last customer, she raised her chin slightly, beckoning for his attention.] Yo.

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[simplestgift]

[Yes. Yes, all of that does get his attention. His eyes widen when he sees her, and then he glances away shamefully before rearranging his features into a semblance of collected-but-still-trying-not-to-giggle.]

Yes, miss?

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[alloys]

It depends on how well you know your technology. Take myself, for instance--mastered it in sixty seconds. [Is that hyperbole? It is a mystery.] Most people--it takes a few hours to get the basics. Weeks to really get the nitty-gritty of it.

It also depends on what you want to punch.

voice;

[want_take_have]

[one eyebrow arches at that] I'm not feelin' really picky.

Guess that makes you some kinda tech wiz, then?

voice;

[alloys]

Something like that--though, I prefer the term 'genius industrialist superhero'. Or some variation thereof.

[He loves when the conversation becomes about him.]

[Voice]

[selphie_t]

[Well you know, Selphie's no Tony Stark but she can understand the frustration of not knowing how to use the Battle Dome to its fullest.]

I could show you the basics of using the computer in the Battle Dome if you'd like?

[Voice]

[want_take_have]

Yeah, sure...long as it doesn't take nothin' fancy.

[Voice]

[selphie_t]

Just a few clicks of a keyboard and a click of a mouse. Doesn't get much easier than that.

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[deathsdoctor]

[So, one guy in ripped jeans and a step away from shirtless (that open shirt ain't staying on long) steps out of the simulator, while Faith's at the console, heading to a bag in a locker nearby. He has been working out and it is time for a towel down and a snack. He looks damn satisfied, even while covered in rapidly fading bruises.

So don't mind Law, Faith. Or do mind the guy. He probably knows the ins and outs of programming the simulator.]

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[want_take_have]

[Amelia and Selphie had been helpful enough, but computers weren't really her thing. Or maybe it was paying attention. Either way, this whole battle dome thing is becoming more of a hunt and peck procedure than a punching one, which isn't exactly what she was going for.

The motion of someone stepping out of the simulator gets her to look up with a scowl...but it shifts to something more like amusement when she sees Law. Hey, she can appreciate a good view when she gets one]

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[deathsdoctor]

[He might be smirking slightly as he towels off. He's happily attached, but it's nice to be appreciated a little time to time like that.

So when he turns, he's equally amused and smiling.]

Having trouble?

voice;

[bravelad]

I would suppose that practice makes perfect in that case, for the most part. It's entirely likely someone in the building will be able to provide assistance.

voice;

[want_take_have]

Probably right. Place is just overflowin' with boy scouts and good samaritans.

voice;

[truthin_bones]

It is not that difficult to work the computers at the battle dome. A brief tutorial is all that is necessary.

Alternatively, I would also recommend inquiring as to a sparring partner. It could be... much more satisfying than punching a simulation.

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[want_take_have]

[that gets a small laugh] Think I'll stick to the computer baddies. Don't wanna make a habit of throwin' punches at the locals.