Five by Five

[It was true that Faith had managed to refrain from killing her elf...but she hadn't exactly played nice, either. She wasn't exactly sure what had done it--maybe locking it in a cabinet for two days, or the time she'd hung it up on the coat rack by its collar--but something had pissed it off enough for it to get revenge. When Christmas morning rolled around, she'd woken up to find herself elf-free...and her floor covered in coal. And she'd continued to find it in the week that followed. In her coat pockets. In the cereal box she'd left on the counter. In random boots.

When the video starts, it catches an annoyed looking slayer tipping her boot so that a stream of coal pours towards the floor. When she speaks, her tone is dry. Very dry.]

This place is full of supes, right? Anyone else feelin' like letting off some steam after dealin' with this place's version of holiday cheer?

[she pauses long enough to bend out of the camera's view as she pulls on the now-empty boot, before reappearing with a smirk] Maybe I'll even go easy on you.

[not long after her journal invite, she'll make her way to the battle dome to get in a bit of much-needed training, before heading into the center of the village for a drink from Cloud Nine. She can be found at either place, or en route.]

[For a few weeks, Luceti had seemed almost...promising.

The draft had been more than a little horrific, but that was oddly comforting, really. Felt like home, monsters and hellmouths and all...though she could have done without the power drainage. And finding out that there were folks in the enclosure who weren't aiming for puritanical denial had given her hope for finally making a go of it. But the draft was quickly done (and lost). She was avoiding Ivan, determined to keep it at a one-night-stand. And then everyone started talking holidays.

Thanksgiving. Right. 'Cause they had all sorts of things to be grateful for, being kidnapped and locked up.

Training at the Battle Dome wasn't taking the edge off, and there weren't any missions active enough for her liking and, without Drusilla around, patrolling was weak sauce. All of which meant she was in a worse mood than usual. But she never was a dwelling and moping kind of girl. No...much better to keep moving. And if she couldn't skip town, well...she'd deal with it in other ways.

So, tonight, she'd ditched her usual jean jacket and t-shirt and dressed for a night on the town as she heads into Cloud Nine. Tonight, she wants a drink, a dance, and a distraction.

Late in the night, after a few drinks and when she slips outside for a cigarette, she flips open her journal to actually address anyone who is still awake]

Y'know...there's something creepy about a place with no crime. I mean, hey...the warm and fuzzies are great, so long's there's no experiments going on. But c'mon. Someone around here's gotta want to act out, sometimes. Punch things. Curse. Screw someone. [she paused to take a slow drag and blow the smoke out, watching it billow and curl before it disappeared in the night air.]

Being here, sometimes, is like getting dropped into a purgatory full of boyscouts. [from her tone, that isn't a compliment. On the road to righteousness or not, someone is bored.]

[Buffy - Filtered 57%]

Hey, B. [I'm back] Anything new I oughta know about Drusilla and her latest boy toy?

[/end filter]

[When the audio feed begins, the sounds of whispers and quiet murmurs can be heard in the background, though they're too distant and jumbled to pick out the individual messages.

Faith, however, can be heard clearly...and while she's not freaked out, she's definitely on guard.]

Seeing as I've been off playing civic servant, or whatever you wanna call it, does anyone wanna tell me why I just landed in the middle of a Disney movie? The talking animals were weird enough, but now I gotta listen to trees? That's just overkill.

[the sound of brush crunching underfoot starts as she turns towards the village, making her way through the trees]

I'm just sayin'...if some stuffed up pimp comes galloping through on a white horse, I'm not responsible for my--

[she trails off as she catches a familiar name coming from one of the trees, falling silent in order to listen. She moves closer to the source, letting her catch the tail end of what the trees are saying.]

"--super phallic imagery of shoving a sword through your lover's chest."

[She's forgotten the journal's in her hand, now, as she just stares uncertainly at the bark]

...Hold up. Are you telling me that--

"Well I heard that the other slayer totally has a thing for Buffy. It’s obvious she just wants to get in her pants."

[She gives a strangled noise as she takes a few steps back, caught between confusion and pure fury]

The fuck?!

[someone want to speak up before she sees if she's strong enough to uproot a tree?]

Faith's appointment post for Luceti. Please specify the date, time, and type of communication in the subject of the post.