Chaos Theory: A Buffyverse RPG

Who: Ritchie & Rupert Giles
When: Tuesday, Week Seven - early morning
Where: Giles' condo after this
What: Early morning cartoons via DVR.

So maybe Tuesdays weren't the best of days to get up and go watch cartoons early in the morning, but Ritchie was free. The renovations were still coming along, even if it was... odd that some of thing things that broke in the building were replaced wtih at quickness that was more than a little disconcerting. He didn't look into it, though, just assumed it came with being an aid to Slayers and... vampires, so to speak.

Ritchie was still wrapping his head about it, but it was eight in the morning and he was still sleepy. Taking a break from waking up at five to get to work was starting to get to him. His hair was askew as he walked up to Giles' door just dressed in his normal Simpson's pajamas and Homer slippers. He knocked on the door, trying not to be too loud as he did it.

"Giles?"

Who: Giles and Ritchie
What: Finally getting started on the maps
When: Week Five, Day Four
Where: the POD
Status: Closed but Active

Busy weeks made Giles break out into hives and suffer migraines.

But this was going to be a bit of a relief. The blueprint and mapping project had been something that Giles had been wanting to do since they'd arrived. He had no idea what was housed in this entire complex.

Suspiciously enough, they'd found everything that they needed. They needed training space, and found a gym with showers. They'd needed extra living spaces, and miraculously, another floor of apartments with nameplates had appeared. They'd needed holding cells--but they'd been here already, or so Giles had been told. Kitchen, cafeteria, library spaces, all there when they were needed.

Fleetingly he wondered if he should invite Ethan along on this trip; having a warlock of Ethan's skill and degree would likely be a benefit if they ran across anything that needed defusing, however Giles was vaguely reticent to involve Ethan quite yet. He'd also briefly considered having one or more Slayers come along for extra muscle, but he had decided against that. Explaining to Ritchie what was going on was going to be enough of a challenge without having to explain Slayers, Chaos warlocks, and the connection to the hell dimensions that had been housed on one of the floors here and could possibly still be active.

He'd be severely shocked if Ritchie decided to stick around after a couple of floors. Checking the wall clock, he picked up the small bag of things he'd packed, and left the library. They'd agreed to meet in front of the lobby elevators, and head down to the holding cells together. best place to start was the ground floor, after all.

Who: Kennedy & Open
What: Bad Dreams
When: Week Four, Day 1, 3am
Where: Gym, fifth floor.

Eyes flu open as screams filled her ears, at first she had thought it was Willow but than she relized Willow was still asleep and worried that it could have been her, but it wasn't. The nightmare had woken her, fire and death and chanting but there was something different about this dream, it wasn't one she had before. Kennedy fought the sick feeling in her gut and slipped out from under the covers and put on her clothes, she couldn't sleep now. heading for the bathroom she splashed cold water on her face and took a few deep breaths before she looked herself in the mirror. "I look like shit." grumbling she brushed her teeth before grabbing her workout bag from the closet and headed down to her favorite workout area, swiping her card she entered and got ready to sweat out this nightmare from her, forget that fire and death were in her future, her future. shaking, she hoped to god that was just a part of her own mind playing tricks on her.

By four the punching bag had seen better days, sweat poured down from her body as she continued her strenuous work out, running the track in military like percision. push-up, chin-up, sit-up, basically all the ups. her mind flashing back to the dream, making her go faster and wanting the flashes to stop and when she felt a hand on her shoulder, she swung around and connected with the person's face and turned to face the '"attacker".