BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: Knox & Sammy Fisher
Where: Joe's Diner
When: Monday evening (Dec. 14th, backdated)

While Chloe was a generous employer, working as a barista for The Sugar Shack only covered so many expenses. About a month ago, Sammy picked up another job at Joe's Diner, working the after lunch and evening shift as a waitress and the evenings, with the exception of the weekends from the local neighborhoods, were pretty slow. Which gave Sammy ample time to entertain one of her co-worker's young children who was dropped off at the diner after school. The two were having a blast coloring on the disposable placemats at one end of the counter, where they were out of the way.

While the sun had already set, it wasn't so late yet that Knox needed to meet up with the crew. There'd been some new recruits lately and Knox had little patience for the newbs. The problem wasn't that they were untrained, but that they were often over-eager. That kind of blind motivation was the kind of thing that led to people getting hurt - or worse. It wasn't his kind of scene. Once they were more seasoned, had their heads on straight, then Knox was willing to fight alongside them. That's why he'd taken the opportunity to grab a decent - or at least hot - meal for once, instead of his usual beer and leftover pizza or Chinese, devoured straight from his refrigerator. Joe's Diner wasn't far from his apartment and he'd been there often, though usually only after hunting, when only the graveyard shift was around. He took a seat in an empty booth, already knowing what he'd order, and looked down briefly to make sure the gun holstered to his left side remained concealed beneath his dark brown leather jacket and that it wasn't causing any conspicuous bulges.

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Who: Knox OT Anyone
Where: Avarice
When: Wednesday night (December 9)


If he saw one more Santa in a Hawaiian shirt, Knox was going to punch the old guy. It didn't matter if there were kids around. This time of year always made him hate Los Angeles. His only good memories of Christmas – and winter in general – had been left back in Chicago. A long time ago.

Sitting at the bar, he nursed his third Heineken and let the loud music drown out his thoughts. He'd been to this place once before – with Max. It was where he'd run into that Sammie girl again as well. Was he hoping to see her here tonight? It would have been a longshot. She didn't really strike him as the bar type.

Truth was, he wasn't in a particularly talkative mood. When was he ever? He'd purposefully cut people off and resisted making any new connections – though maybe one or two had wormed their way in over the years. As long as it didn't go to their heads, he didn't have to go out of his way to be an asshole. No, it just came naturally.

Who: Knox OT Max and Ivy
Where: The Bowman's Club
When: Saturday afternoon (November 14)

This was something Knox had been thinking about for a while now, but had never really had the time to follow through on. Right before the battle with the Slayers, he'd made a mental list of things he'd regret not doing if he didn't return. There hadn't been a lot on it. He'd regret not making it back to Chicago one last time. He'd regret not having been a better friend to those who needed it. And that was about it.

Too bad for Max, he was trying to make good on the latter. Baby steps, however. The first order of business was going to be knocking some of the cocky off her shoulders and getting her some proper training if it ever came down to having her in the heat of battle. No, it wasn't her strong suit and he cringed at the thought of the tiny Asian girl going up against a huge demon – that was the kind of thing those Anime freaks made porn about, right? – but that was just one more reason for her to be as well armed as possible. This was all a part of his devious plan to ensure her survival for as long as possible.

"Now we'll really get to see how good you are with the hand-eye coordination," he grinned, tugging on the back of her hair as he opened the door to The Bowman's Club and nudged her inside.

Who: Sammy Fisher OT: Knox or anyone
Where: Hollywood Walk of Fame
When: Friday afternoon

After spending weeks cooped up in her apartment finalizing things and job hunting, Sammy thought it was time to do something so why not visit one of the tourist traps in this here city. What better one to start off with than the Hollywood Walk of Fame?

The drugstore at the corner of her apartment building had disposable cameras and she bought one before hopping a bus over to Hollywood. When she arrived, Sammy was completely floored by all the activity and the people! She snapped a few pictures of performers, generously giving away whatever spare change she had with her to the musicians in exchange for a picture. And of course, taking some promotional fliers and passing the word along about their band or whatnot.

Sammy was able to ask a few people to snap her picture with a few of the famous stars and she even got a few pictures of stars that were under construction. When she came across Lassie's, Sammy couldn't resist and attempted to stop someone so they could take her picture.

"Um, excuse me. . ." She reached out, tugging lightly on their sleeve.

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: Knox OT Max
Where: Outside Max's place
When: Tuesday night


There was some kind of irony here, of that Knox was pretty damn sure. Thing was, he couldn't figure it out. That, or he was too buzzed to give it too much thought. The meeting he'd dropped in on this morning had been brief. Maybe it was supposed to be some kind of pep talk or maybe it was just supposed to give them something to fight for, he didn't have much to make of it. If tomorrow came and it was the end, so be it. There wasn't much he'd be missing out on and at least he'd go out doing something he was good at.

The old British guy had advised them all to go out and live as if it was their last day. It wasn't much different from the way Knox lived most of his days. There were no moments to be seized, no tearful, heartfelt goodbyes to be made. His affairs were in order. His apartment was clean. That was about the best he could offer.

Instead of doing anything crazy, he'd gone out and picked up a couple of new weapons. The little blonde, Ami, had specifically said no guns. Cramped his style a bit, but he was no stranger to close-range combat. After that, he'd gone for a run to work off his excess energy, boxed a few rounds at the sparring ring downtown, and now here he was. Sitting outside the kid's place with a twelve-pack propped upright between his knees. He was on his second beer. Why had he come to Max's? Knox wasn't sure. She was a sweet kid. Sticky fingers, but sweet. She reminded him of his past and maybe that was why he was here. Tell her goodbye, good luck, whatever words would come out at the time.

Who: Ami, open to her strike team (Gunn, Knox, Spike, and Anna Marchese)
Where: Gwen and Skylar's garage.
When: Thursday evening


This was it. Ami could feel it in her bones. This one moment was what she was here for, more than anything. Her own life... hell, her own EXISTENCE, was falling apart as she knew it. But she could save lives. Hundreds of them, actually, if she could pull off this one assignment. Mr. Giles had assembled her a strike team based on who he felt would best suit her needs in the battle. And now... when they got here, she would explain it all to them.

Wearing simple cut-off sweat pants, a white ribbed wifebeater, and with her long, curly blonde locks tied into a ponytail (mostly to hide the changes...), she waited for them to arrive.

Who: David, OT Knox
Where: Outside Silky's
When: Sunday night


This was quite possibly the most uncomfortable David Cromwell had ever felt in his LIFE.

For a big, long-haired, pierced-and-tattooed heavy-metal white guy on a motorcycle to be hanging out right outside of a hip-hop club just felt weird. Not that HE cared, but he had the strange suspicion that almost every person who walked past him to enter the club thought he was going to beat the shit out of them.

Still... he was here for a reason, and he wasnt going to let the looks people gave him deter him. He hadn't seen Knox in about three years, and tracking him down hadn't been easy... but he finally had heard from a few different sources that the gang he ran with now tended to come here at night. Somehow... he found the idea of Knox hanging out here funny more than anything. Not that the two had ever been bosom buddies or anything, but they'd fought side-by-side in a couple of battle a few years back, and had promised if either ever needed the other... all they had to do was track the other down.

So now? David sat there, on his motorcycle, grumbling as more and more people gave him weird looks. Fuck, he hoped he saw the guy soon... if he actually had to go IN there and ask about him? He felt he knew what his own private hell would be.

Who: Kara, open to all
Where: Silky's
When: Thursday night

Most people, when awaiting a call to find out whether or not they'd gotten a highly coveted gig in a popular band, would be a nervous wreck. Possibly sitting in front of the phone, a jittery mess.

Not Kara Roth, however. No... the laid-back, tattooed blonde was out dancing. While Silky's was a fairly small club, with frequently-busting AC, she loved the atmosphere and music of the small hip-hop club. She'd been a regular long enough to get past the novelty 'token white girl' status, and was well-liked by most of the other regulars.

Hey, if the band called? Whether to tell her they wanted her or not? She had an answering machine, after all.

Clad in a pair of black shorts, a flowered and sleeveless tee-shirt, and with her long blonde hair in cute pigtails, the laid-back young woman just got out on the dance floor, getting her groove on.

Amy again. Figured I might as well post the other while I'm still awake.

This is Sebastian Knox. He's one of Gunn's gang with a real penchant for kicking undead butt (along with assorted other baddie appendages). He's a man of few words who prefers action, but he's not completely hot-headed. Less than a handful of people know where he came from and what brought him to LA - and he's not looking to share his secrets.

That being said, connections and stories would be loved. I'm more than willing to plot.