[Buffy is taking a cautious patrol through Sinfonia Park; despite its rougher reputation at night, she has been hitting it fairly regularly when going out. Asking for trouble, perhaps. It was a better...her mother--] Who else has been seeing ghosts? [She fumbled for her Tone and began to broadcast her question with little ceremony. If the First is here, she won't have time for playing nice.]

[WHO] Buffy & Angel [WHERE] Angel's room; S410 [ABOUT] go go awkward reunion! [WARNINGS] pg13 --- It should have taken more courage to knock on Angel's door. She should...prospect of a casual reunion. Buffy eyed her shoes. Were they scuffed? Should she care? Should she care whether she cared? She breathed in deeply through her nose. Ugh. This was a slippery slope

[WHO] Buffy Summers & Connor Reilly [WHERE] Baroque N' Violin [ABOUT] A touch of Sunnydale meets a touch of LA. [WARNINGS] N/A Connor was getting a bit restless. He was used...the middle of the café like the rest of the world hadn't been going on without him - stepping around someone in the process, but not as gracefully as he could, as he bumps into them. "Oh, uh, sorry."

[It has been a full day since Buffy Summers first arrived in this city. Having shunned the shelter of the hotel, she instead chose to explore a bit and, hopefully, puzzle out the nature of the place....more horribly wrong than usual. [Amateur citizen that she is, Buffy is actually trying to hold the Tone to her ear. Unless of course that's how they are meant to be used. In which case, carry on. ]

[ the feed of this particular tone shows a petite young woman with long, blonde hair. she's moving a bit stiffly, as if she's injured, and it's clear from the feed that she's been in some kind of fight... [ she's projecting to empty space, since she hasn't yet seen the tone. but those who are watching might be able to spot that resolve starting to slip, giving way again to fear. ] Where am I

... Faith's gone. Fayt, Aerith, you two're still here, right? [Private//Hard to hack] Well, I promised I'd give her a lift. Guess she's just gonna have to wait until I get out. Hope nothin' screwy happens with time... Dammit, first Selphie, now her. This is getting ridiculous. ((OOC: Mood appears as "blank" unless hacked.))

Okay, this?  This is bad. Where is everybody?  Selphie?  Fayt?  Aerith?  Faith?  If you guys get killed I'm never talking to you again, even in the Underworld!

Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum Santa's run off to the Caribbean Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum... [Text] It's that time of year again.  Shoot, guess...right. ETA, sometime later: Anyone seen Fayt?  His stuff's all here, but I can't find a trace of him. [Screened from Larxene//Hackable] Further e dit: Nobody tell Larxene where I live.