BtVS: Alternate Lives

Hey everyone. Erin here with a little announcement. I'll be leaving today (Thursday) for the holiday. I'll be spending Labor Day weekend with my best friend and should be back by Sunday evening.

Hope everyone has a fun and safe weekend!

Who: Kat OT All
Where: Chloe's Sugar Shack
When: Thursday afternoon

What kind of evil could possibly possess anyone to hand out homework the first week of classes? It was sick and dirty and wrong and Kat was sitting in a booth at the Sugar Shack, books spread out before her, looking more than a little lost. If she applied herself, she could probably have been a bright girl. No, scratch that. She was a bright girl, but the areas in which she applied herself were somewhat less noble than the pursuit of higher education. She tapped her pencil against her notebook, thoroughly tired of staring at her Geometry book, even though she'd only finished the first two problems. And that had only taken her thirty minutes.

There were some other kids from Reagan High hanging out and though she recognized a few faces, she didn't go out of her way to be social. Chewing on the end of her thumb nail, she had to mentally kick herself to stop doing that and she reached over to break off a piece of the oversized chocolate chip cookie she'd bought. Not only did she have Geometry homework, but she also had English and History. It was like the trifecta of suckage and if she managed to get it all done, she might just be proud of herself. But…she wasn't banking on it.

WHO: Xander OT Janie and all
WHEN: Thursday night
WHERE: Eden

The apartment belonging to the Marcheses was spacious and airy, a far cry from the postwar tracts and suburban stylings of Sunnydale. Xander had spent the night on a foldaway loveseat in a spare room that was part library, part art studio, surrounded by the lingering smell of clove cigarette smoke and linseed oil.

He'd thanked Vito for his hospitality, made plans to meet up with Janie later, caught a bus back to the Strip, and spent the greater part of the day looking for cut-rate auto repairs and employment.

Around six, he headed into Eden, feeling oddly at home. True, the Bronze was much more mainstream overall, but the Goth just seemed to seep into Sunnydale like crazy.

He bought a couple of sodas and sat down at a table, easy enough to do as it was too early to be very busy, took out a newspaper and started circling classified ads that seemed promising.

Who: Lindsey OT Lilah
Where: Lindsey's Office at W&H
When: Late Thursday Night, about midnight

Lindsey sighed and shut the book that he was reading. He was reading through yet another spell book for this upcoming battle with the Slayers. He hadn't expected to get so drawn into it, but it seemed that the higher ups had completely expected it, since they were the ones who suggested that others take his case load so that he could properly 'focus' on things to come. Talk like that scared the hell out of him, even though he didn't like to admit to that. Even he wasn't sure just how deep into this he was, but there was no turning back now.

Luckily, he had some aptitude with magic. It wasn't something that he had even known about until he started to work at Wolfram & Hart. They seemed to have done a screening test on everyone when they first signed up and let them know. Luckily for him, he had actually been trained to use it after he found out about it. Didn't think that he'd be using it so much lately, though.

Candi was hiding with him now, as well. He had wanted to strangle her for just leaving Faith there, not even bothering to check if she was dead or not. When you do a job, you make sure that you finish the job, and take out and stragglers who show up late to the show. She still had a lot to learn, but he had at thought that she might be able to learn it. Paige, on the other hand...well, let's just say that, the sooner she fit into an ash tray, the better, in his opinion. He was just glad that the firm had a 100% termination policy on vampires they hired as freelancers. Too bad she didn't know that.

Who: Eve OT Lucie
Where: Eden
When: Thursday night

A club named Eden. A demon named Eve. It really was just too much to pass up. All she needed was to find her personal Adam for the evening and she could show him a few delights even the Tree of Knowledge wouldn't have given up. The place was pretty well packed for a Thursday night and, as she sucked a cherry into her mouth and idly used her tongue to tie a knot in the stem, her eyes narrowed into slits as she gazed around, feeling out the energy at the bar.

She was dressed in white tonight, and with a face as angelic as hers, she carried off the innocent look well. That was, if inspiring men to want to defile something so young and pure was "carrying it off well".

And that was when she felt it, that not-so-subtle shift in energy that had her wanting to slam her head against the bar…or run for cover. "Fucking great," she sighed under her breath and then motioned for the bartender. "Bring me a double."

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.