Project Papillon [Network]

God fucking dammit, I think I fucked up my arm. It hurts like a bitch. At least that thing got what was comin to it.

So what's there to do up in this piece? Because as fun as a fire was (sarcasm, people) I got the itch and so far I haven't found shit to do.

And I'm not the kind of girl that bowls, let's just get that out of the way right now.

Sparring is always fun, if anyone wants to give it a go.

[Private to Wes]

You're okay right? Stay that way, I'm going to find Buffy.

[Private to Cordelia]

Hey, are you okay? You're not in that whole fire thing are you? Just let me know if you're safe.

I can't sstop coughingg! What hhappened/?

What on earth, or off of earth as it were, is going on?

I've really had my fill of parallel dimensions, if it's all the same.

This is some weird ass shit, and I've seen some weird ass shit before.

What's all this we're not allowed to leave bullshit? I had important shit to do. Like eat, I'm fucking hungry.

So where the hell am I?