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[dontpatthebunny.livejournal.com]

I wish I were back in Sunnydale!



Well, that didn't work. Hello, fellow citizens of this lovely and not at all oppressive human incubator, I am pleased to make your acquaintance! I hope you are all enjoying your procreating!

I don't suppose anyone could point me in the direction of Xander Harris. He's a handsome one-eyed lad whose physique has reaped the benefits of a career in construction without the obnoxious cat-calling to accompany it. I'm sure you've seen him around.

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[dontpatthebunny.livejournal.com]

Oh, Buffy. You're here!

[classyslayer.livejournal.com]

Yeah and so...are you!

Xander isn't here, though.

[dontpatthebunny.livejournal.com]

That's what the small animated man below said. I wasn't sure whether he was a reliable source.

It can't be too long before he gets here, though, right? What about the rest of the gang? Giles?

[classyslayer.livejournal.com]

Boy I hope so. It'd be nice to have someone sane around.

And it's just Dawn, Faith, Andrew, and me. Also Jonathan, and Warren. Oh and Cordelia.

[dontpatthebunny.livejournal.com]

And no one has been shot, stabbed or wished into a hellish alternate dimension yet? Though this may qualify as the latter. I can't decide which is worse, a world where the poisonous atmosphere could mutate our cells beyond repair at any moment, resulting in unattractive and pain-ridden deaths for all, or the one that was about to be overrun by ultimate evil. Oh, how did that go, by the way? Did we live, only to then be destroyed by the darkness we unleashed in our own midst? I'm referring here to Willow, of course.