It's The End Of The World As We Know It

Buffy realized what she had to do. She turned and looked at her sister, her expression serene.

"Buffy ... no!" Dawn realized her sister's intentions.

"Dawnie, I have to."

"No!"

"Listen to me. Please, there's not a lot of time, listen."

Buffy grabbed Dawn by the upper arms and talked to her, ignoring the tears that started to fall. Lightning crackled behind them.

She stroked the side of Dawn's face, then kissed her on the cheek. Dawn continued to cry.

Buffy turned and ran down the platform as Dawn stood there crying. Buffy dove off the end of the platform and into the portal.

... and found herself standing in front of a half-destroyed brick building.

"I shouldn't be surprised that there is a library in hell."

It had been about... It was some time after they'd arrived. For some reason Cadfael was uncertain how long they'd been there. There had been sleep between then and now at the very least.

How ever long it had been, it was high time to get an idea about what sort of condition this "Boston" place was in and if there was any chance of finding out... anything really.

There was a fair amount of ingeniously preserved food in the building, but he wasn't confident it would be sufficient. Cadfael didn't like not knowing when winter would come to this place or what it would be like. They either had to find a way out of here or find a source of food and drinkable water. Equipment for brewing wouldn't go amiss either. And that meant getting out and exploring.

Before he left on his trek he supposed he should observe the Office of the Hour... or at least anOffice of some Hour. Looking at the position of his shadow on the ground he made his best guess and opened his book of hours to Terce.

"Levavi oculos meos in montes unde veniet auxilium mihi
Auxilium meum a Domino qui fecit caelum et terram
Non det in commotionem pedem tuum neque dormitet qui custodit te
Ecce non dormitabit neque dormiet qui custodit Israel
Dominus custodit te Dominus protectio tua super manum dexteram tuam
Per diem sol non uret te neque luna per noctem
Dominus custodit te ab omni malo custodiat animam tuam Dominus
Dominus custodiat introitum tuum et exitum tuum ex hoc nunc et usque in saeculum."

[ooc: Open to any who want to boggle at the old guy chanting in Latin or go exploring.

Buffy knew that it was likely a futile gesture to patrol in the aftermath of the apocalypse, but it was something normal, so she was clinging to it like a lifeline. Half of Sunnydale was dead or missing and it wasn't completely unfathomable that some of them might turn up as creatures of the night.

What she wasn't expecting to find in the cemetery was a swirling vortex. Despite her best efforts, she found herself and the bag she was carrying sucked into said vortex.

"Oh, great. Just what I needed. A portal to hell. Like my life wasn't already hell on Earth," she grumbled as she landed on her ass.

She stood up, brushed herself off, picked up her bag and looked around. Wherever she was resembled a college campus. "Okay, so maybe not hell on Earth," she revised. "Guess it depends on if there are killer finals though."


[open to anyone in the UMass group who might be there already or who might get deposited there by the portal!]