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[dontpatthebunny.livejournal.com]

The last time I found myself at loose ends after giving up a steady career in vengeance, my plans to discover what sort of unique snowflake I might blossom into as a single, human gal in America got somewhat derailed by an impending apocalypse and also dying, neither of which continue to be relevant. That is to say without the conflicting seasonal metaphors, I need to find something I love doing that isn't Xander. It's time to get back on the horse! Once upon a time I had the Magic Box, but then certain parties became evil and by the time she was done being evil my shop could fit into— well, the name became more literal than I'd been aiming for! And anyway, I've looked everywhere and there are simply no dark arts supplies to be found anywhere under this dome, not even at the high school (not that I am now or have ever been on the premises looking for items to confiscate in really firmly secured and personal lockers, oh no; by the way, Buffy, your hair is looking lovely these days, very shiny). So reopening any kind of magical supply store here doesn't seem like it would be a profitable business venture. But watch out, Babylon! I just know that I'm a woman of varied and legal talents! And I will find myself if I have to snuggle every bunny in this world to do it.

Um. There aren't very many bunnies here, right?

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[postits]

It's been difficult to cook decent hasenpfeffer, I'll put it that way.

[dontpatthebunny.livejournal.com]

Not that I protest the slaughtering in general, but I find the thought of consuming bunny parts only slightly less horrifying than cuddling them.

[postits]

You should try it. Rabbit is quite the delicacy.

May I ask why?

[magicbone]

well um you could, but it'd be an empty magical supply store. which sucks. but um good luck, Anya!

[dontpatthebunny.livejournal.com]

Hence the lack of profit, I went over this part. And yes, thank you, I anticipate the bliss that comes with finding one's true place in the world to arrive very soon!

[magicbone]

you'll find it! um, Babylon, land of opportunity or something. but um whatever you find probably won't be as exciting as magic.

[scienceexplains.livejournal.com]

Have you considered opening a store that sells something besides 'dark arts supplies'?

[dontpatthebunny.livejournal.com]

I am keeping an open mind! However, I doubt I'd be able to offer the same expertise in nonmagical goods that previously aided me in the receiving of cash, checks and all major credit cards.

[classyslayer.livejournal.com]

I'm glad someone finally noticed I switched to a new conditioner!

[dontpatthebunny.livejournal.com]

It's very effective!

Tell me, Buffy, do you find molding young and impressionable minds to be a fulfilling use of your talents as a woman in today's post-apocalyptic world?

[classyslayer.livejournal.com]

It keeps me from sitting at home and being bored out of my mind.

[spenstar.livejournal.com]

I noticed!

[dontpatthebunny.livejournal.com]

Oh, are you gay?

[classyslayer.livejournal.com]

Well you could've just seen the different bottle in the shower caddy.

[notwalking]

Well, there's one service conspicuously missing in a place that's so intent on procreation.

[dontpatthebunny.livejournal.com]

Ah, the only trade that's nearly as old as magic. Vengeance wasn't far behind it, either. You'd be amazed at the sheer volume of entrails I've removed from men frequenting brothels over the centuries.

[notwalking]

Sounds like dirty business.

[strayingstar.livejournal.com]

There should be more.

[dontpatthebunny.livejournal.com]

You. I've seen your bunnymongering.

[ex_wells219]

How are you at accounting?

[dontpatthebunny.livejournal.com]

I can crunch numbers as I once crunched men beneath my feet!

[ex_wells219]

So how about like an Easter Stocktake sleepover? Helping with my business has gotta be good for your resume right?

[onewhosees.livejournal.com]

...

Doing something that isn't me? That sounds...

Anya, we aren't even doing anything!

[dontpatthebunny.livejournal.com]

As if I'm not perfectly aware! Anyway, that's kind of the point, Xander. I can't let you define me. Especially since the uninhibited, messy sex we had on Buffy's kitchen floor was clearly just a confirmation of the preceding breakup sex in Buffy's basement and didn't mean anything beyond that.

[onewhosees.livejournal.com]

I'm not...defining you! At least...wait, what?

You had to remind me...