+ appointments

[strangelyliteral]

Please follow the format below:

- If it's a private journal ring: [ voice + date ] (i.e. [Voice - April 11])

- A private journal note: [ written + date ] -- of course, if it's just a note saying "lets meet here", it can progress to action quickly enough.

- A knock/planned meeting/continued thread/etc and so forth: [ action + date ]

Comments

[Return to Luceti: Nov 20 and beyond]

[strangelyliteral]

[for reference:

+ log thread;
+ giles;
+ rapunzel;
+ buffy ]

[generalflirt]

[ Continued from here

He shakes his head, waiting for someone he can order a drink from too. He'll need it, depending on how this conversation goes. He can't lie though, it does feel nice to see her again - it'll make for closure, if nothing else. Maybe. ]

Yeah, that's not surprising. I couldn't begin to blame you on that.

[strangelyliteral]

Does that mean there's something you would blame me for?

[It's an innocent question, all things considered. Because of how straightforward she is.]

[generalflirt]

[ Wow, a loaded question right off the bat. But somehow, he tone doesn't make it feel loaded. Still, he responds with a slight bit of sarcasm ]

Mmm, well, my heart's been in my throat for a bit now. I could call that you.

[strangelyliteral]

If you get a drink, that'll help it get unstuck.

[Because, sarcasm. Though in Anya's case it's taken literally to a degree as she looks at him. Considers touching his face. Ultimately looking back at her own drink.]

[generalflirt]

Hah, too true. Toooo, true. [ In fact, he's going to wrap his knuckles and order a drink. He's just ordering one of the ones he knows they can do a special here ]

[strangelyliteral]

[She waits for him to get his drink, as if that would actually help.]

So, uh. Just returned or been here a while?

[Seems to be the topic that's all the rage lately. Not that she's especially fond of small talk, and she's not even sure how much she cares? But it's words, and maybe it'll help her out too. The sorting.]

[generalflirt]

[ Oh, we're waiting, are we? Either way, he snorts a little once he gets the drink, grateful for the small talk ]

I've never gone home since the day I showed up here. [ He says this with a smile, though. He's not sure if he's saying that with irony or what - his mood is all over the place on that topic. But right now, a step closer to their success, it doesn't feel that bad to still be here. At least he's pretty sure he knows what's going on ]

[strangelyliteral]

Well that sucks for you, doesn't it?

[More irony. Or just... well, she still doesn't know how to feel about the Luceti business. Sure most people wanted to go right back home, others didn't really have much of one. And who could decide what was better? To go back to dust, or to find out if they really could go live in that magical world without shrimp.]

[generalflirt]

Mmm. Yeah, probably. I guess it's hard to feel that way right now, what with all the confused people going around lately.

[ But he does say this with a little sigh, drumming his fingers on the counter of the bar here. He's waiting for his drink - but this person is confused and back ]

[strangelyliteral]

What does all the confused people being here have to do with how you feel about going back? If there is a back for you.

[She always has a little trouble going from point a to b with him. It was a lot easier when they weren't talking. At least, that's the feeling she gets, vague at first. He liked to talk a lot, didn't he?]

[generalflirt]

Oh, no, no. [ And he waves a hand here, making sure he's looking her in the eye as he explains, with hand motions: ] Right now, things have just changed here amazingly. There's a lot of people coming here now, being confused and such. But I actually know what's up, and it's closer to a bit of a goal we have -- sooo, being here doesn't seem as bad, when I'm the one on top.

[strangelyliteral]

[She needs something. Something to pop into her mouth. She notices and then casually grabs a handful of peanuts, chewing as she listens before responding.]

You seem so sure of that.

[generalflirt]

Dead positive. [ And he smirks a little here, brushing a hand on the counter ] I don't have much to quantify it, but we did travel back in time, after all.

[strangelyliteral]

Yeah, I've heard some of the story. [She flutters a free hand.] Isn't a whole lot still the same anyway?

[generalflirt]

Maybe superficially. But I've talked with some people who remember this version of the world, and none of them even know who the "Malnosso" are, let alone the Third Party.

[strangelyliteral]

And yet we're still in a bubble named "Luceti".

[gleamed]

[ rapunzel scrunches up her nose in indignation. ]

Of course! I can listen to anything if it means hearing out a friend.

[strangelyliteral]

Since when are we friends?

[The forever foreign concept to Anya.]

[herotypical]

"Of course you can," she answered in that flat tone of voice that came across her tongue so easily. So naturally. It disguised all the weirdness that Buffy was feeling. All the really gross twisting uncertainty that made her more apt to run away -- look for the treehouse, or the Joanna Joyce, or anywhere other than Seven. But now! Ah. Well. The invitation'd been given.

Buffy backed up. She retraced her steps to the porch. "Mi casa, su casa, whatever casa. You...you know that."

But it was all boast and bluff. Both of them knew it was not so easy.

[strangelyliteral]

"Do we both really just get to -- come back here and pick right up?"

But she follows, anyway, still a bundle of confusion and mixed emotions.

[Return to Luceti: Nov 20 and beyond]

[yourfononsarewhack]

[Continued from here. He lets out a light sigh.]

Is that so? I imagine you want something resembling an explanation, then. Or perhaps it would be more entertaining to leave you in suspense.

[strangelyliteral]

If I don't get the explanation from you, buster, I'll hear it from someone else.

[Maybe someone's just a little cantankerous.] But you're here and it's convenient. Tell me now.

[dedicatednoless]

[He chuckles at her indecision, and reigns in his rappig to get ready to follow him at a moments notice.

Allow him to make the decision... or suggest where first in her stead?]

If you want my advice, it would probably be better to go by the clothes shop so you can pick out something more appropriate for the weather first and then get you more warmed up with a drink.

[strangelyliteral]

[She's mostly indecisive due to the sheer dizziness of coming back. Everything feels sensitive.

And the cold isn't helping that.]

Right, you're -- you're right. Clothes are good. [She even gives him a decisive nod to his suggestion -- and that's when the corner of her eye picks up two rather suspicious ears attached to --]

Look out! There's a monster behind you!