[ Okay, confused Buffy is confused. Here she was, minding her own business and paging through a book she was supposed to be reading to find out about some weird demony thing she saw the other night. But now there was some sort of weird community invading her book. It was probably a really good thing that everyone else was either in class or at a job or being Giles somewhere else. She's going to speak in a somewhat quiet voice because she's pretty sure no one's around to hear her and isn't quite aware that she's being recorded from a book somehow. ]

Last I checked, books don't get with the page-changiness.

[ Okay, plan b. Try the other book. She shuts this one and the video feed goes off for a moment, but she opens up another one and it's the same thing and puzzled face gets even more puzzled. ]

Okay, huh?

So I've always thought birthdays were supposed to be times of cake and reflection (and ice skating, but so much for that too, apparently, thanks Dad).  Reflecting on what you've done with your life so far, reflecting on the upcoming cool and more adult-type things you can do now that you've turned x number of years - especially when it's the big one-eight.

I'm pretty sure they aren't supposed to be the time to feel like everything you're good at - good for - has been taken right away from you.  Like you've lost your future.

Honestly?  I don't know what to do with myself if I'm not the Slayer.  

I'd almost say it's funny how much I used to dream of not being the Chosen One, except I'm not really making with the laughs over here.   

So here's me.  Asking for help.  Has anyone ever heard of someone with... abilities like mine just up and losing them?  What could cause something like that?

[Locked from anyone in Angel Investigations]

So there's awkward moments, and then there's... awkward moments.

Have any of you ever lived in the same city as an ex? Like not just an ex ex, but like a really... serious sort of ex, with the heartbreak and the horrible crushing sense of starcrossed-ed-ness, and the Hell dimensions and...

Ok, not necessarily the Hell dimensions part.



But how do you deal with it? How do you deal with going to the store and just running into them in the middle of the street? I mean you can't just pretend you don't see them and keep walking, and then when you don't, it quickly turns into awkward small talk and fake smiles and not knowing what to do with your hands, and looking for excuses to leave without ever really wanting to leave....


And then what if they do leave? All... abrupt... y.  And not like they were just uncomfortable too, because that would make sense, but like something was honestly off.  

I guess asking for a normal old Yuletide is packing the wish list a little too tight, huh?

Should've stuck with asking for a pony.

So people acting weird around here hardly seems like headline news, but this thing going around with the repressing and the inner rage or whatever seems like something that could use a Slayer touch.

If anybody knows someone on here who's been acting heavy on the suspicious side, shoot me a private message here, and I'll look into it.  

On a less savior-of-the-world note, but still totally a matter of global significance, how do you talk your mom into letting you get your license when she's staunchly on the no-go side of the fence?

[ooc; this could refer to Shadow plot or Band Candy plot stuffs, and feel free to have it be back datey if you want. :3]

[An excessively bummed looking Buffy's leaning on her hand, staring off into space distractedly when she switches on her cam.  She needs a sounding board and you're all the lucky winners.  She's surrounded by a mess of poster board and markers and crumpled up papers.  There's also a big whiteboard behind her on which she's got pictures of 3 girls, complete with popularity ratings, and listed strengths and weaknesses.  It looks like she's in the school library.]  Have you guys ever felt like one part of your life has made you a virtual non-entity across the rest of the board?

I mean virtual in the ... fancy Giles-like use of the word way, not the 'we're all sharing cyberspace' together way.

I mean, vampire hunting's important, but it's not everything I'm capable of.  I'm still fun.  I'm still a force of nature.  Even when nature's not a mess of zombies or something.  I can force my nature in totally regular situations.  [She perks up as she talks, obviously psyching herself up.]  After all, I used to be on top of the social food chain, and it's not like I can't work myself right back up there.  How hard can it be?  I've got charisma.  All kinds of charisma.  I'm like a charisma warehouse.  

If anybody on here happens to go to Sunnydale High, this is my official Vote For Buffy for Homecoming Queen plug.  And if you don't, I'm looking for campaign ideas.   




Or a date to the dance now that I'm officially boyfriendless.  Other than Faith.  [Deleted by Buffy, but kindly reposted for her by the community and visible.]

[One blonde Slayer fiddles for a long moment with the camera, before finally getting it settled in place on the top of the monitor, and sitting down in front of it.   It's obvious from what she's wearing and the sun streaming in her windows, that it's not really White Christmastime in her world.]

So, I'm not exactly technology girl, but it turns out when you take off for an entire summer, you miss a lot of things.  Like your best friend joining up with some cyber-dimensional-wormhole thingy, for one.   Willow's shown me the basic 411 on operating procedure around here, but I get the feeling this is one of those things you have to kind of experience for yourself.

So hi.  I'm Buffy.  And here I am, experiencing.  

I'm guessing this place might be great for research, and I'm all for anything that involves avoiding any dusty books that could be described with the word "tome".   Plus, it looks like a good time waster, considering how much time I've got for the wasting now that I'm on Sunnydale's Most Suspended list.  Lucky me.

I'm not sure if this is where I start talking about my day or what, but seeing as how it so far involves one zombie kitty re-enacting 'The Cat Came Back', I don't know if that's really the best opener.  Why don't you guys tell me about yourselves?  ... and try to keep the internet acronyms to a minimum if you can.  

oh my GOD.

this is almost sorta kinda like the time i got drunk off that one stuff... what was it again? black frosty goodness and then yours truly ended up being cavewoman of cavedonia but without the hairy arms and the club. although i think i actually did have the club too. i can't remember.

this is fun. fun fun funny fun and i don't think i've actually had anything to drink, but i think i like it. but i also think people shouldn't let me near any pointy wooden objects, because i cannot be held responsible for my actions when presented with stakes.

did i say stakes? i meant steaks. like big, fat, juicy...

i don't know where i'm going with this.

[giggles]

Okay, this?

OFFICIALLY NOT COOL.

Yeah. So I definitely managed to wind up in another Cleveland. What's a Slayer got to do to get a world-hop back to her own world? Not that I mind being here, because honestly? They could use a little help. There's no shortage of demons to slay. Plus the guys are kinda cute in that whole 'fraternity brother by day, demon hunter by night' way. Not that I've been thinking about that or anything. Because I haven't. No, sir.

Giles would probably be having a cow by now if he wasn't so British. Besides, they probably have a different kind of term for that. They should really make a dictionary for us hopeless Americans. I probably wouldn't read it, though.

Wait a second. This is showing up, isn't it? Which means that everything I was thinking before was showing up. Which means that - crap. Okay. Do not think about that... or that. And definitely not that. God, now I totally know how Xander felt.

... help?

God damn, I really suck with computers. I think my brother's driving is better than my typing, and that's saying something. By the way, Sammy, you left this window open. You really expect me to leave your shit alone while you're in the shower? Come on, man.

What do you do on this thing anyway? Looking up a website for ducks? I knew you were weird, bro, but this is a little too much. Besides, we got work to do. Those demons aren't gonna kill itself.

But, hey, where are my manners? Name's Dean. Unlike my brother, Sam, who I guess you've met, I don't have a freak duck fetish. Sorry to disappoint.

 
I try to duck drama every chance I get, so this looks like the place for me. ;P

As far as I can tell, looking around here, a lot of you folks are either crazy, or lying, but since that's what most people would think if they knew about my life, I'm willing to suspend my disbelief for argument's sake.

 I'm in the middle of trying to fight a war, and my brother thinks I'm going darkside, so things are a lot tense right now. Since you people are just text on a laptop screen, it doesn't really matter what I say here, and that's kind of relaxing, believe it or not. The worst you could think is that I'm nuts and you won't care because I'm just text on a screen to you, so nothing is life or death. Nothing I do here is going to result in the end of the world as we know it. That's nice to know.

Right at this moment, my brother is snoring in one of the two beds in this frumpy motel room, and I know I won't be sleeping for a couple of hours. I ought to be heading out to my moonlighting job but Bro and I had a pretty awful fight and I've decided to take a night or two off from that to try and preserve the peace a bit longer.

So, somebody talk to me. Who are you, what are you doing? Why do you come here? What kind of music do you like?

If this were the end of the world, how would you like to go out?

Oh yeah, and if it isn't obvious, I'm a Star Wars fan. You can call me Sam.

So . . . ladies of DDD, especially Buffy and Trish . . .

Say, if your not-quite but almost lover was affected with a virus that made him think he was involved with a teenage boy on Valentines Day when he should have been with you, how would you like him to make it up to you?

He's already specifically said he was sorry, but now just wishes to make amends.

Okay, I've never been a computer person. Just ask Willow - she could probably head up the Geek Squad if she wasn't so busy with her other day job.

Me? I'm a little wary of machines - especially because my mom's last decent boyfriend turned out to be a killer robot. True story.

I guess I could get used to this, even though I'm not exactly the most technologically inclined. It's like I keep saying to Giles - the world's changing more and more every day. Soon he won't even have to tag along on patrol - he could just watch on one of those webcam thingies.

... which isn't as dirty as it sounds.

Pervs.