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[Waking up unceremoniously in Luceti with no idea of where she is and what she is doing there is of course a disorienting experience. Anya finds herself out on the beach, lying prone on the sand. It could be Sunnydale, except the area she's been deposited in doesn't have much surrounding it besides sand and blue skies.

Her back hurts, and by the time she sits herself up and reaches back there...] Wings? Is this a joke?

[Some more time passes with her half-ranting to herself, trying to get oriented and squinting at the placement of the sun. She almost misses the fact that the journal is there completely, save when she finally starts to walk and nearly trips over the thing, half buried in the sand.]

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- Ow! I have sand in places that I don't want to think about, there's no sign of anyone - what is this, a book? I don't even get a pair of shoes, or even suntan lotion, I just get a lousy book? [She turns the journal over in her hands, pages rustling, her image still not visible, though there's the sound of the ocean's waves in the background.] ... my name is on this book. This just entered a new level of creepy.

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[Voice]

[originaljackass]

Oh. Right. That guy. You may be overselling him. He wasn't that tall.

[Voice]

[strangelyliteral]

I never oversell. Unless there's a profit to be had.

[Voice]

[originaljackass]

That's my own personal philosophy as well. Shame there's no profit to be made here.

[Voice]

[strangelyliteral]

What do you mean?

[Voice]

[originaljackass]

There's a whole lot of no money in this place. It's not even a prison economy, because even the cigarettes are free. It's full blown Commie-land here.

[Voice]

[strangelyliteral]

No money? But... there has to be money!

[Voice]

[originaljackass]

There's barely even a barter system. Capitalism is dead here, babe.

[Voice]

[strangelyliteral]

Has it always been like this?

[Voice]

[originaljackass]

Five years and running. The closest thing you'll get to money is doing dirty work for the suits in charge. And that's only if you like the Chuck E. Cheese style of accumulating wealth.

[Voice]

[strangelyliteral]

This is absurd! Why hasn't anyone tried to change it?

[Voice]

[originaljackass]

I think it's because people actually like it.

[Voice]

[strangelyliteral]

It's lazy and - and unAmerican!

[Voice]

[originaljackass]

George Washington would weep if he could see it. I should know. I used to play poker with him.

[Voice]

[strangelyliteral]

... are you a vampire?

[Voice]

[originaljackass]

... no. I just really like poker.

[Voice]

[strangelyliteral]

Demon?

[Voice]

[originaljackass]

Only between the sheets.

[Voice]

[strangelyliteral]

According to whom?

[Voice]

[originaljackass]

Only thousands of women.

[Voice]

[strangelyliteral]

That is an alarming number.

[Voice]

[originaljackass]

It's not as bad as it sounds! Trust me. It's way higher than that. I just lost count.

[Voice]

[strangelyliteral]

Is that supposed to impress me?

[Voice]

[originaljackass]

It might be a record.

[... it might not. Prince Charming was probably still in the lead.]

[Voice]

[strangelyliteral]

And no one's ever had a curse laid on you?

[Voice]

[originaljackass]

I did turn into a dragon. Twice.