And who gives pickled newt feet as a Christmas present, anyway?
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So the plot thickens. Remember the $1.2 million dollar guy? Yeah, he contacted me today for our date. Turns out that he and his wife were (are?) huge Buffy fans. No kidding, Buffy, you say, waiting for her to get to the point.FILTERED TO BEN REILLY:
They want me to take them out on patrol, and they want to slay a vampire.
$1.2 million, and I don't even get dinner out of it.
Weird question to ask. I'm pretty confident in my abilities and all, but civilians? In the workplace? Usually get ahead of themselves and decide to jump right into danger.FILTERED TO GILES:
Think you can watch my back tonight in things get out of hand?
Hey, I got a bunch of tax forms for Widdershins in my name, since you know, you're twelve. Legalities, schegalities. Come over before I head out and get these? I've got a bottle of your favorite whisky to go along with it. Nothing says Merry Christmas like getting black out drunk and doing taxes?
Okay. Brace yourself. I've got a question to ask.
It's October, and I learned a long time ago that it's dangerous to dress up on Halloween cause sometimes you can be your costume. Long story, or really not that long, more like 45 minutes if you want to watch it on Netflix, ANYWAY - the point is...
I think you should dress up for not Halloween, this Saturday night, and come over to my apartment, where we can eat pizza, play games, watch movies, eat cookies, and maybe cookie dough, and drink things.
Let me know if you can make it so I have enough pizza for everyone.
I figure the best way to figure out the 'which costume should I wear?' question, is to have opportunity to wear more than one costume. =D
I may be a little absent over the next few days. Distracted. One of myFILTERED TO WILLOW ROSENBERG:closisters lost her brother. He was kind of like all of our brother, so it's hitting us all hard. It's just the four of us now, and Felix was the life blood of the group. Kept us from getting too serious. Sarah's not taking it well.
Hey you. Are you feeling any better about being here?
Hi guys, I just wanted to take a moment to introduce myself. It appears that Mr. Maximoff has been sent back to his dimensionFILTERED TO ANGEL:or he just took off and no one can find himand in the meantime, while we're waiting for him, I'll be taking over as your advisor.
My name is Fred Burkle. I don't mind if you call me Fred. I'm here to help you with anything you need. My cell phone number is [Number], and I'm more than happy to help with all kinds of problems. I kind of specialize in math and science and making things. I'm really a huge fan of inventing things so I always try to keep up with the latest inventions. (Glow in the dark kittens!! I missed a lot in the last ten years)
I want to go out vampire slaying tonight. Can we do that? After pancakes?
Hey you, I heard you were back. Thought I'd give you some time before I dove right in to say that we were friends before. Sciencey type friends.Who both happen to like girls
I'm Cosima. Niehaus. And it's really weird reintroducing myself, but at least I get to make the same science jokes.
Will you be around the shop at 5? I need to look into some scented candles. Sea scents.FILTERED TO DAWN SUMMERS:
6pm. Mochas. Shopping. You. Me?FILTERED TO WILLOW ROSENBERG:
Wanna meet me at Widdershins?
You're going to be at the shop tomorrow, right?FILTERED TO ANGEL:
So how does this uber sunblock work?FILTERED TO BEN REILLY:
Hey loverboy, fancy a late night dip in the ocean?