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Dammit.

This place kinda grows on you after a while. It's no Helicarrier, but still, not bad. But being bored is not fun.

[Skids]
Adjusting alright then?

Neville's gone.

Geepers. When did cell phones get this legit? Also, insta-demerits on the greeting card thingy, heavy on the greet-y but waaay too light on the whole, "Hey! You're not in Kansas anymore, and don't try to phone home, signal sucks" deal. Guess I shouldn't complain, I've definitely woken up in worse places. Total understatement.

So, like, what's a girl gotta do to fish up some answers around here? Any shady bartenders I could beat up? I'd hit the library, but I've found the researching gig is not my strongest suit. Successes there are entirely luck based and... wow, maybe I should have started this whole thing a little more approach-y. Okay! Intro remix: I'm Buffy! I dig beaches, shopping, and the occasional frap. And, since I'm stuck here on a temp gig, feel free to talk away, tell me three nifty things** about you!

Sorry. I don't mean to - to bother anyone or anything but if anyone's going into town could they maybe pick me up some rope? please? I'll pay for it. And - I mean... only if anyone's going that way anyway. And they don't mind.