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Tweak says, "SUPERMAN THAT HOE!"

Lindsey McDonald (stopitevilhand) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-07-11 23:55:00

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Who: Lindsey McDonald and Nissa Ravena
Where: Park closest to the dorms
When: Evening
What: City exploring and learning nothing
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

Goddamn alternate universes.

Nothing had been out of the ordinary after they'd come home from clearing out a small vamp nest. He'd dropped his glasses on the bedside table and sprawled out across the bed, dead to the world in a matter of minutes. Then barely an hour later, he woke up to find himself in an unfamiliar bedroom in a city he'd never heard of. It sounded like the opening scheme of some big bad mastermind's plan.

At least there were familiar faces. Buffy, Andrew, Leah, and the miniature version of Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, which wasn't any less amusing than when he'd first spotted the post. Honey, I Shrunk the Watcher.

The city did bear a passing resemblance to Boston, or at least what he could remember from all of two trips there to locate a couple of new Slayers when they'd first started out. After spending a good couple of hours wandering and coming across nothing (and he couldn't even trick the locals into accidentally revealing something,) he'd taken a shortcut through the park. Stepping up on the seat of a nearby picnic table, he sat down on the tabletop, staring out at the quiet grounds.

The silence lasted the briefest of moments before the scowl appeared. "Hell."

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kendrasline
2009-07-12 05:00 am UTC (link)

Nissa wasn't sure what was going on with everyone in this city. Just when things were starting to quiet down and she was easing herself into life without her brothers, this happens. Whatever this was this time around. It wasn't like strange things didn't happen in this city. The way they were mysteriously brought here made it hard to deny that, as did the previous month's absence of sound.

The panic and confusion was thick in the air, assaulting the vampire's sensitive nose as she made her way back to the apartments from a visit with one of her doners. She didn't even need to prod the minds of the mortals to see what was the matter, for it was displayed all over the network as she scanned the PDA, getting lost in the chaos of post after post after post--

Until she came to realize she'd walked a little too far as she found herself within that park near the apartments instead of the apartments themselves. She really should start paying attention to where she was going, but as it were, there was someone there and ever the friendly girl, Nissa offered up a greeting, despite the unpleasant look on the man's face.

"Hello there."

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stopitevilhand
2009-07-12 05:13 am UTC (link)

The mental listing of what he could do to the parties responsible for the prediciment they were facing, if they could even be located, stopped abruptly when he heard the feminine voice. He glanced up from the ground to see the brunette, the scowl fading to a weary yet genuine smile.

"Evening." A few years back, the greeting might've carried a dismissive note to it. Just enough charm to make a good impression while not investing much into it unless the speaker happened to be important or valuable. Now he could still feel the ghostly pinch of Tara's fingers on his arm and picture that stern look she'd given him when he'd done it.

"Enjoying the beautiful evening?" he asked, rising up from the table.

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kendrasline
2009-07-12 06:02 am UTC (link)

She would have remarked that the chaos that was demanding attention from her demonic senses was distracting her from the beauty of it, but in the century she'd been a vampire, she'd learned that humans -- and this man smelled of it -- did not take kindly to her making such remarks. Nissa wasn't a bad vampire and she didn't hunt or feed like most would presume. She was, however, quite used to dealing with the assumptions and the prejudice. It was just something that came with the territory that fate had so cruelly provided her with.

"As much as one can," was, instead, her more tactfully articulated response.

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stopitevilhand
2009-07-12 06:18 am UTC (link)

Lindsey's hands slid into the pockets of his coat as he casually strolled closer. "Yeah. It's funny how you can look up at the night sky and feel like the places you can go are limitless. Then you realize you're stuck somewhere completely foreign with no hope of escape. The whole thing just becomes a mockery."

He hated the feeling of confinement. It was almost always followed by the nagging itch that something was about to rear its ugly head. Or maybe that was just the quiet. "Are you from around here?"

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kendrasline
2009-07-17 02:02 am UTC (link)

Yes, Nissa knew how such entrapment felt, but in an entirely different way from how this man was phrasing it. She was stuck this way, stuck as what most considered a monster, because she hadn't listened to her father and had allowed herself to become taken by a pretty face and sweet words while her father was fighting for the south. She'd gotten herself and her brothers turned. She'd never forgive Kaleo for that, for what she'd been forced to do. So long ago, yet if felt like just yesterday...

"No," she shook her head of dark hair. "No one is. I'm originally from Virginia, though." She held out a hand. "I'm Nissa."

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stopitevilhand
2009-07-17 02:16 am UTC (link)

"I didn't think so but better to ask then assume. The locals have a way about them." He raised a hand as if he was about to explain, but couldn't quite find a way to describe the vibe he was getting. 'Off' didn't do it justice. "Maybe I just tried to talk to too many of them today." And got no answers for his trouble. A day wasted.

"Virginia is one of the few states I haven't had the luck of visiting yet." He reached out to take her hand with a small grin. "It's a pleasure, Nissa. I'm Lindsey."

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kendrasline
2009-07-17 02:35 am UTC (link)

"That they do, Lindsey," she shook his hand and then drew hers back. "I tried talking to them when I first got here and couldn't get a straight answer out of them. They were like an answering machine or a parrot, just echoing the same information over and over again, even if it didn't pertain to the question you just asked them."

She sighed and shrugged.

"Virginia's lovely. I miss it. Unfortunately, there isn't a way to get back there or anywhere else."

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stopitevilhand
2009-07-17 02:48 am UTC (link)

"That's exactly what I got. Even trying to talk them in circles until they accidently reveal something doesn't seem to work. There are people that are wise to that kind of thing but most of the native population?" He arched an eyebrow, shaking his head. The first comparison that came to mind was Children of the Corn but the locals didn't seem like the hack and mayhem type.

He shook his head as he released her hand. "I know that's what we're told but it doesn't seem logical. If there's a way in, there has to be a way out." The possibility that the door only opened one way had occured to him, but in his stubborn mindset, he refused to believe that it couldn't be convinced to swing the other way.

"Someone said something about people disappearing, maybe returned." He shrugged and ran a hand through his hair, somewhat defeated by something he couldn't make heads or tails of, or even begin to. He hated not knowing. "I've been around the 'fight for the day' crowd too much. Optimism isn't usually my thing."

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kendrasline
2009-07-18 01:30 pm UTC (link)

Logical? She smiled a little, but managed to resist the chuckle that sat at the back of her throat. She found such phrasing to be a bit amusing, given the presence of Star Trek characters in the city that included one Vulcan with a habit of stating as much. She'd only observed their messages from afar on the PDA network. It wasn't her place to bother them or get involved in their matters. She had her own to attend to, after all, and those people got enough attention as it were.

"I suppose that makes sense, but where's the door? In the ceiling of that library? A trap door?" She crossed her arms over chest. "It would help if we could get into the library, but to my knowledge, no one's been able to."

Nissa frowned. "My brother vanished, but he hasn't reappeared. Some just vanish and never return." Optimism wasn't her thing, either, especially without her brothers present.

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stopitevilhand
2009-07-18 09:13 pm UTC (link)

"That'd be a theory. I didn't arrive in the library but it seems like the place you get sent to if you try to leave." Where statues suddenly came to life and ambushed him, sending him packing out the front doors. "Several people on the boards said they did. It sounds like a focal point."

She had a point. It didn't seem like anyone would be able to stick around long enough in the library to get an idea of if, and if that was the case, where, the gateway would be. Lindsey chewed on his lip thoughtfully, staring at the ground just left of Nissa's feet. That was something he was going to have to run by Andrew.

He glanced up as she mentioned her brother, expression softening. "Sorry to hear that." It hadn't been that long ago that he rarely would have offered empathy. A few years with the right people and it became a slightly easier concept to grasp.

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