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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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Oh, you know Buffy? [In Pepper's mind, that's a very good person to know, and she immediately feels better.] Are you from her--from the same place as her?

[Not world, because the woman's already picked up on Pepper's first use of the word. She's pretty quick on the uptake, however.] It's not a wish, not that we know of. We don't know how we got here. But you've pretty much got the right idea. This isn't the world where any of us are from.

[The skepticism actually makes Pepper grin, in the way that someone used to dealing with disbelief does.] I'm Pepper Potts. And I'm talking to you because I know how hard it is when you first arrive.

We lived in the same place for a while.

[Though she's quiet for the rest of that explanation. It still doesn't make much sense, not for the circumstances she last remembered being in, then again, different worlds didn't care for that. It was just rarer to actually be aware of the change to begin with.]

So you're... just like some sort of book greeter?

Well, I'm sure she'll come and find you soon. [Maybe it's a little presumptuous, but Pepper doesn't see Buffy as the sort to leave someone from her world stranded.

The comment about being a greeter gets a laugh, and a quick reply.] Oh, no. Not really. You'll find that most people in Luceti are very helpful, especially towards newcomers.

Have you seen the guide yet? That will answer a lot of the questions you probably have.

Helpful people and a guide. What is this, some kind of magical happy land? [She's taking in the information, really. It's just easier to put on the snark than deal with the implications of what this world might actually be.]

Not really. Everyone's just been in your position before: stranded some place they've never seen, discovering they've been given wings, and completely confused.

[She's silent for a few moments then, before a written link shows up on the page.]

Touch this. It will show you the guide I was talking about.

How convenient.

[A little too convenient, for her.] I think I'll wait and see what Buffy says.

I don't blame you. I don't think I would've believed so much of what I was told if it hadn't been someone I trusted telling me.

Maybe it's something like that. [She's not sure if she wants to admit to trusting Buffy Summers to a complete stranger, or to herself for that matter. There were still a lot of things to sort through where all of that was concerned.]

Uhm, thanks anyway, for your provided help.

You're welcome. If there's anything else I can do or answer in the meantime, at least until Buffy gets to you, let me know?

I'll think about it. There's already a lot to think about.

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