BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: Baily and Derek
Where: Avarice
When: August 16, Evening

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Who: Derek and Baily
Where: Avarice
When: May 5th, Wednesday Night

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Who: Baily and Derek
Where: Baily (and now Derek's) apartment
When: Sunday, 2/28, afternoon

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Who: Derek and Baily
Where: Baily's Apartment
When: Wednesday, Feb 3rd, Evening

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Who: The Bale clan and their SOs
Where: Bronte's Beach House
When: Thursday Afternoon(around 3) - December 24

Like was typical of most men when the holiday came around, Grant was sacked out on the couch in the living room while the women, in this instant Bronte and Bethany, were in the kitchen preparing the Christmas Eve meal. Bethany had been put in charge, or rather had claimed the honor of making mashed potatoes from scratch and batches and batches of cookies to be served as part of the dessert coarse. Bronte already had the traditional Christmas ham in the oven and was busy preparing a broccali casserole for baking. Dinner for the Bale family had been planned for four that afternoon, but the scheduled time had never prevented the invited from showing up early, and Bronte had a feeling that by the time the clock hit the stroke of four the beach house would already have been filled with the Bale family and their significant others.

Who:  Derek and Baily
Where:  Avarice
When:  Sunday Night

Who: Baily, David, and Derek
Where: Avarice
When: Tuesday Night

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WHO: Xander OT anyone
WHERE: Shooting Star Comics
WHEN: Monday evening

Xander pulled up at the curb in a swirl of bluish exhaust fumes, climbed out of his primer-gray 1989 Lincoln Continental and leaned over to pop the hood before slamming the door. He had a screwdriver in one hand, a 2-liter Coke bottle full of water in the other, and an annoyed look on his face.

He poked around at a the battery, a hose and a few other things, completely unsure what was wrong this time. If it was the radiator, he'd have to wait for it to cool down before he could add more water. He dropped the hood and took a look around the block to see where he was and where he could spend an hour or so before his car was behaving again.

"Okay, Xander ... time to kill ... hm. Insane heavy-metal club number one, insane heavy-metal club number two, cafe full of cute art students who might get offended by the fact that I smell like really old car ... scary-looking bar that looks like it has a pool table and firearms ... comic shop."

Xander blinked. One of these things was not like the others.

He shrugged and headed for the comic shop, getting a quick look around as he passed the door.

Who: Ben, open to all. 
Where: Avarice
When: Tuesday night
What: Just a fun thread for anyone to goof around. Feel free to start your own little mini-threads in it if you like. It's a celebration, bitches. Enjoy yo'selves.


While Ben was mostly focused on all of the upcoming battles, and the violence he knew would accompany them... he also knew his friends and family needed to relax. Unwind. Just forget their problems and have some fun. So, On the spur of the moment, he'd set this little event up. Hair Metal Night at Avarice. Nothing but fun 80s rock, with drink discounts for anyone dressed in era-appropriate clothing.

As usual, he took up his residence at his personal table, in the back of the club, mostly dressed the same as usual, except for the presence of a vintage Motley Crue t-shirt. Let the people he cared about have some fun... God knew they deserved it.

Who: Baily and Derek
Where: Avarice
When: Prom Night

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Who: Anyone who would be at Avarice for Reagan High's prom
Where: Avarice
When: Friday Night

"...My club looks like something out of a bad 80's romantic comedy."

Ben said with a sad sigh as he looked around his formerly hip club. Thank god it would only suffer this indignity for one night. He was in a sharp black Armani tuxedo, his hair slicked back, his fingers adorned with several gold rings as he watched the students start to come into the club.

"Meredith? You coming out? I did all this for you... I'd at least like to see you in your dress."

Who: Baily and Open
When: Thursday Evening
Where: Avarice (Where else?)

Baily was terribly bored this evening. Nothing had really been happening lately in LA, at least not on her level of excitement. She wanted something to happen that she would be needed for, whether it be some ass kicking or more along the lines of a special night at the club. Of course, this may require her to think of some sort of night to Ben for something to happen there. He was always open to ideas for things to do here, as long as they didn't suck.

During a short break from the DJ booth, she was sitting at the bar, nursing a bottle of water while she listened to the other person spin a few songs. Luckily, the girl wasn't out sick tonight, so Baily could actually take a break, but this meant that she had time to fill. Baily wasn't good with empty time without getting into trouble before too long. Maybe putting her brain to some use might be able to prevent the trouble part.

Who: Derek and Gunn and some baddies
Where: The Streets of LA
When: Wednesday Night

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Who: Baily and Derek
Where: Avarice, then the park
When: Last Thursday Night

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Who: Gideon York OT: Lydia and Derek
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Joe's Diner
NOTES: Kellie, this scene takes place before the one in the park. Also, anyone can read the journal entry Gideon is writing here: spasticgeek.

He had some free time after school that afternoon and had invited Lydia and Derek during lunch to hang out at Joe's Diner when school let out. Since they all had different last classes of the day, the geeky boy had suggested they meet up at the diner when they could. Gideon made his way to the diner after getting a few things from his locker and decided to work on some homework until his friends arrived.

But he was distracted. Gideon's thought kept straying to Lydia; She'd been wearing another cute outfit that day that consisted of some kind of hoodie and skirt. With a noise of frustration, he pushed aside the history homework Mr. Grimm had assigned and looked around the diner a moment before pulling out his journal. It was a small moleskin, supposedly the same kind that infamous people such as Delacroix, Le Corbusier, and Picasso used but Gideon didn't really care about that. As long as it had a hardcover and small enough to tote around, the boy used it.

Opening to a fresh page, Gideon wrote at the top in big letters:

I AM PATHETIC!!!

With a sigh that accompanied the habitual gesture Gideon did with his hair, he continued writing. He wrote about the outfit Lydia had been wearing and how adorable she'd been in it, which lead to how much of an idiot Gideon was in having feelings for someone who was unobtainable to him. Sometimes, he wrote, it's scary how much I feel about her. Given his social awkwardness he often wondered if, Am I obsessed or am I in love? He underlined this last sentence in his journal and with a sigh, re-read it several times.

Who: Baily and Derek
Where: Avarice
When: Wednesday Night

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Who: Buffy and Derek
Where: Avarice
When: Tuesday Evening, last week

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Who: Buffy and Derek
Where: Ronald Regan High
When: Monday, lunch time

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Who: Buffy and Open
Where: Mel's Diner
When: Sunday Night, around midnight

Thank heavens for all night diners. Buffy had had a rough night, and couldn't quite bring herself to go home just yet. Mom and Dawn weren't expecting her to be in until one, so she still had a little time before she had to be back. At least she would have a little time to come down from patrol before trying to go to sleep so that she could wake up at six for school. This if freaking crazy.

Buffy was exhausted from tonight, but her mind was still racing. She had fought three vampires in each of the three cemeteries that she had been to, and probably looked like hell warmed over right now. She was pretty sure that she even had leaves in her hair, but she just couldn't bring herself to really care at the moment. She ordered a cup of coffee for the moment from the waitress, hoping that she wouldn't ask too many questions about why she was out at this time of night or why she looked so rough. Luckily, apathy on the part of the waitress was on her side.

Maybe some food in her stomach would make her feel a little better.