BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: All involved in the W&H battle
Where: The alley behind The Sugar Shack, then Salacia
When: Wednesday morning, just before dawn

This was it. The more Rupert Giles thought about it... the more he feared that Ash's joke was actually RIGHT. He felt like he was leading his troops to The Alamo. He'd arrived first, followed closely by Ash, who he had open the portal to Salacia. They were all about to go into battle against the forces of Wolfram & Hart. Now... as he watched everyone arriving... he knew it was time. Do or die.

"Well... are we all ready? As much as it pains me to say it... it's time. I want each one of you to look inside... and realize why you're doing this."

He looked around at the gathering troops.

"For some of us... it's revenge. For others, it's the desire to protect innocents. Regardless of your reason.. you need to focus on that. Because once we get there... it's going to get hectic, incredibly fast. We know we're going to be outnumbered... but how badly will depend on Ami's team and how quickly they can bring down the door separating the inter-dimensional bridge from the main arena."

"To all of you... thank you. And please... be safe."

And with that... Giles walked into the portal, knowing the others would soon follow.

WHO: Vito OT any and all Slayer and Council types
WHEN: Monday evening
WHERE: Mid to upscale Italian restaurant downtown, Anthony's

Vito sent invitations and directions to all Slayers and Watchers. "Not a formal event, I just thought it would be nice to sit down together before things get intense. If you're feeling up to it, come have dinner on me."

Anything this big meant that not everyone would be coming home. The Watchers and Slayers alike all had their smaller groups, which you got with any organization. Not everyone had had a chance to get to know each other, but some of that would be a good thing. Socializing among the Slayers hadn't been an issue with the old Council because there had only been one at a time, and even Potentials seldom met each other under the old rules.

It seemed to Vito that camaraderie among the Slayers could only be a good thing. And if someone didn't come home, then at the very least, it would remind the survivors why they were fighting in the first place ...

Settled into a chair at the large round table in the back room of the restaurant, Vito opened a bottle of wine and waited for the others to arrive.

Who: Molly & Tasha
Where: Sugar Shack
When: Sunday afternoon


Robin had let Molly slip out of the house while Tricia was passed out in her room, leaving Robin in charge as usual. The blind Slayer had been looking forward to Sunday afternoon all week and couldn't wait to get to the Sugar Shack and hang out with Tasha for the rest of the afternoon.

Upon entering the shop, Molly's ears were assailed by the Turtles song, "So Happy Together" and grinned. This place sounded cool already! Soon after she entered, the Slayer was nearly mowed over by an over-excited waitress who wanted to help her. Probably high on sugar, Molly thought, smelling all kinds of candy as well as coffee. In her laid back way, she kindly thanked the waitress and asked for a table, saying she was meeting a friend. When Molly was guided to a table, she took a seat and waited.

Who: Azrael & Lucie
Where: The warehouse district
When: Sunday evening

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Who: Molly Carter OT: Andrew
Where: Streets of L.A.
When: Tuesday evening

That night, Molly Carter prowled the streets of L.A., dispatching of vampires and other supernatural vermin of the night. Of those that she saved (if any), some were grateful, others were too scared or freaked out and ran off. It didn't matter so much to Molly if she got recognition for her work. That's not what being a Slayer was about. Being a Slayer was about saving lives and then getting ready for the next round.

One of these nights, Molly wanted to kill that vampire, Frost, for what she had done. No way was Molly Carter going to be someone's supernatural equivalent of a "bitch." She got slapped around enough at home when Tricia was drunk; She got slapped around enough at school by the bullies who thought she was easy prey, and she got slapped around enough working that Molly couldn't help but take her anger out on the vampires and other monsters. It was better that it was them than the kids at the foster home, people that she actually cared about.

Molly emerged from an alley, having dusted a few more vampires that had the nerve to try and eat her. The blind Slayer irritatingly smacked dust of her clothes and sighed, "One disadvantage to the job. All the freakin' dust." She muttered to no one in particular and extended her cane with a flick of her wrist and started down the sidewalk.

Who: Wesley and Molly
Where: The hospital, then a diner
When: Feb. 11 (Backdated)

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Who: Wesley and Molly
Where: The Hospital
When: Saturday Afternoon

Wesley came into the hospital just after he had been contacted about Molly. She had been hurt very bad, but, since she didn't have a Watcher herself, he had to be the one to come and visit her. While doing *slightly* better than before, he still had dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep. When he got to Molly's room, he peaked in. "Molly? Are you awake?"

Molly started awake at the unfamiliar voice, and tensed, milky white eyes staring straight ahead of her. She hated that her voice carried an edge of fear on it, but she couldn't help it. The vampire had scared her and the blind Slayer was feeling vulnerable, "Wh-Who's there?" Molly asked a little too loudly, propering herself up with her elbows, much to the distress of the rest of her body.

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Who: Frost & Molly
Where: Some dark alley
When: Friday evening

Who: Christina Lowell & Molly Carter
Where: Christina's garage
When: Monday evening

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Who: Gwen, OT all Slayers, Watchers, friends, and family
What: The Annual Morrison Christmas Party!
Where: Gwen & Skylar's House, Los Angeles
When: Tuesday, Dec. 23rd


Well. What had been turning out to be a decent year took a severe nosedive in quality over the last few weeks. First they found out about some big-ass army of vamps coming to take over the town. Then someone from said gang murdered the wife of Gwen's best friend. Sorta would put a damper on anyone's Holiday spirit, right?

Ah, how the fates underestimate Gwen.

No, this all made Gwen more determined than EVER to put on her annual Christmas party. Now, more than ever, she thought... people need to find things to be happy about, and to celebrate. Also? If she could keep Pat entertained, maybe he wouldn't drink himself into oblivion. Or worse, into Jack-dom.

Gwen put on her special outfit she'd had made just for this party: a severely short miniskirt made to look like a Santa outfit, thigh-high green-and-white stockings, red booties, and a santa hat with "Skylar's Ho Ho Ho" written across the rim. Dressed to kill (or at least to entertain), she pranced downstairs to start the shindig!