001 - Every time that I wake it's like I only wake into a dream

[want_take_have]

[she dreamt of a picnic.

Mayor Wilkins was there. Happy. Whole. Cracking his stupid, corny jokes that should have made her roll her eyes...except they didn't. There was a nagging sense of deja vu, like she'd seen this before and it hadn't ended well, but they finished their meal and he talked with her and...nothing happened. It was perfect.

She was content enough that she laid back on the grass and closed her eyes, just enjoying the breeze against her face and the fact that, for once, she didn't have to be on edge.

When she woke, she could still feel the hint of that breeze. An illusion, of course. Something left over from her imagination, because you didn't get wind in prison cells. She kept her eyes closed though, trying to pretend, because she wasn't quite ready to let it go...except there was a dull ache between her shoulder blades that wouldn't let her fully relax. Finally, she swore, grit her teeth, and opened her eyes-





...And stared.

It takes a few minutes of quietly freaking out before she finds the journal, and a few more before she gets ahold of herself enough to attempt to use it. She was from Sunnydale...She could handle screwed up. She'd figure it out as she went. Right?

When she actually speaks, she sounds pretty chill, especially to anyone who doesn't know what she sounds like when she's wigged.]

So...not saying I totally buy the whole "this is real" thing, 'cause this is all kinds of messed up...but pretending I did...where's a girl gotta go to get a hard drink around here?

[because she really, really needed one]

Comments

[jewitch]

[Her eyes narrow at the other Slayer's response, and they stay narrowed at her next question.

Not to be rude, but she isn't exactly eager to tell Faith where she lives.]

Somewhere in town, yeah. [Not like she wouldn't just find out anyways, but hey. She's not feeling friendly over here.]

[herotypical]

[ there's more -- the fact that giles is travelling the world as faith's watcher and not her own -- but she doesn't want to share that. ]

'Damn' is pretty accurate. I guess that desperate times call for desperate allies.

[cop_an_attitude]

I don't see as we've got much choice - any of us. But if you ever get ahold of one of the people who put us here and you need help giving him a black eye, feel free to call me up.

[hisdarkmark]

Dare I even bother to ask what's at the very top of the meter?

[voice]

[want_take_have]

Yeah, sorry, Sister. Think I missed that lesson.

[Buffy again.] Buffy. She go there a lot?

[want_take_have]

[....heh]



Sounds like home.

[want_take_have]

[Oh yeah. She knew this dance. Buffy's got a party and she's not invited.

Of course, that's mostly what she's going for, right now]

Hey, don't sweat it. I'm not lookin' for a place to crash.

[thedicearecast]

[Amelia looks up at that.]

Like home? You don't get to call me crazy if that's the case.

[want_take_have]

[Right. Of course.]

Guess you woulda had to be desperate, to call on me.

[want_take_have]

Sally, right? I'll keep that in mind.

[want_take_have]

[that gets a bit of a smile--a wry twist of lips that doesn't reach her eyes.] Ask me when you're older.

[doesn't matter that he sounds like he's about her age. She doesn't really feel like playing show-and-tell with her weird and wacky life. Not until she knows whether or not she and Buffy are on civil terms]

[want_take_have]

Hey, home's got a lot of messed up shit, but aliens ain't one of them.

...'Least, I'm pretty sure not.

[thedicearecast]

But you don't know.

[Yeah, she's mostly joking. But still, Faith's got something of a double standard if people not actually being dead when they should be is normal.]

[herotypical]

You and every other girl. All the could-bes. The Potentials. The ones who'd get called if you...

[ died. like she had. ] We broke the line, Faith. Hundreds of girls are now Slayers, back home. Maybe thousands.

[want_take_have]

[no one ever said she wasn't a hypocrite]

Hey, maybe I missed the day in school where they talked about little green men. I'm just sayin' it's weird.

[moving among the racks, she begins to leaf through items, looking for something tolerable]

[want_take_have]

...seriously?


That had to do a number on Giles's welcome-to-destiny speech.

[thedicearecast]

Little green men?

[By the way, Amelia doesn't technically know she's an alien. But she's getting a bit bored with just standing around, so she moves to another rack.]

What sort of clothes do you wear?

[want_take_have]

Aliens. Big, creepy eyes. Ray guns. Standard Hollywood M.O.



...they got anything leather?

[though she's picking out jeans and tank tops, too. Maybe even going a bit overboard. It's been ages since she could wear a decent outfit.] Nothing orange.

[voice]

[godbent]

How should I know what Buffy does? My point was she's a vampire Slayer or something, so her trademark enemy is probably in there as one of the defaults.

[herotypical]

I gave the speech, this time. Actually. The Council's done for.

[ of course she did. ]

[thedicearecast]

...None of that makes any sense to me.

[Although she has seen some oddly shaped people in her life. Generally though, Amelia's clueless enough to just gloss over it.]

Probably. Are you looking for pants, or a skirt? [Hey, it's not like Amelia minds. She still comes to this store on a fairly regular basis. It's one of the things she likes about not having to be ready to travel on a moment's notice: having a closet.]

Why not orange? [Not that it's a color Amelia cares for, but she might as well ask.]

[cop_an_attitude]

Thanks.

[voice]

[want_take_have]

Ah. Yeah. Makes sense.

[....oops]

With the whos who this place's got, there's gotta be all kinds of things there, I guess.

[want_take_have]

...can't say I'm sorry to hear they're out of the picture.

[want_take_have]

...not a big movie fan, I guess?

[she holds up a shirt, considering] Pants. Gotta be able to move. And it just ain't good with my complexion.