BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: Jarrod and Faith
Where: The Gym
When: Tuesday, Dec. 8th

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Who: Patience OT Ash
Where: Chloe's Sugar Shack
When: Monday afternoon (December 7)


Patience had told Damon that she'd talk to her brother, though first she'd needed to talk to Pat and then to Gwen. The fact that Bella still hadn't turned up was worrisome if only because they had no answers. No matter how much they might have wanted to believe that she was safe and sound in some other time, there was still the possibility that something much worse had happened.

It was the not knowing that was so awful.

She'd called Ash and asked him to meet her at the Sugar Shack. For once, she was craving a Sugar Fairy Shooter and…that was yet another cause for worry, though on an entirely different level. One, if she was constantly craving the uber-sweet concoction, she was liable to put on a hundred pounds and end up a diabetic. Two, what if it affected the baby? Chloe was great and Ash was head over heels for Lucy, but Patience wasn't sure she could put up with a sugar fairy princess of her very own for the next 18+ years.

Still, she was sucking down an extra large as she sat in one of the booths and waited for her brother to show. She figured it was too early for him to be hanging with his Fairy Princess (on a school day), but that he might have other Watcherly duties to take care of.

Who: Christina Lowell, OT any watchers
Where: Chloe's Sugar Shack (basement)
When: Wednesday afternoon

All this travelling was REALLY starting to mess with Christina's head. The girl had left her native Australia about a year ago, and had started training with the Watcher's Academy in London. Not long after she began though, the Academy had been decimated in an attack, almost everyone she knew killed. Luckily, she'd been on a short vacay back home at the time.... but she stayed in London even after the attack. Hoping, somehow, that some form of the Council had survived.

After searching, and searching, she finally found the proof she'd wanted: Rupert Giles was restarting the Council in the States. After contacting him, she quickly packed her most important belongings and headed to Los Angeles.

As far as excitement goes, there was a lot. The young blonde hadn't even figured out where she was goign to stay yet. She figured a hotel would do until she could find someplace close to their headquarters. So when she found out that 'headquarters' was the basement of a coffee shop? She was a little shocked. Still, she understood. It was temporary. She needed to focus on the good things. Like hopefully getting her first Slayer soon. She sat down at the currently-empty meeting table, opening one of the many books Giles had stocked the basement with. And waited.

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.