Prideview Random

I'm...OK I was in Cleveland, training Tweenies and now I'm in New York...Now if I was B' I'd be hating this, but leaving behind pretending to be a grown up and a teacher and ending up in NYC with an apartment and no one yelling at me that I'm supposed to be somewhere. Yeah baby, this is more me.
The bed seems quite comfy, and no one seems to be here, or expecting anything of me, now all I need to find are something to screw, something to kill, somewhere to drink...and maybe some money.
I can't figure out if I'm supposed to be freaked out by being sucked into some other reality without realising, or feel like I do, pretty damn relaxed.

Whoa. Okay, not really what I had in mind when I said I was lookin' for some action.

Anyone got a clue what the hell's going on?

B, I think we oughta be diggin' into this one. You in?

It never fails. It seriously NEVER fails. Halloween comes, things go all wacky.

Gwen, if you're normal, can I just go back to bed until this is all over? I'm so not dealing with this.

Man, am I the only one around here who's not lookin' forward to Halloween?

Someone wanna tell me what the Hell's goin' on here? Can't really blame it on a hangover, 'cause I don't really do hangovers. But someone needs to start makin' with the answers before I get pissed off.

Looks like a regular fucking party.

Oh god... that's... fuck.

I can't do this. I just can't watch it anymore. I... this... fuck.

Fuck. That's ouch.

Whendid nthe building fall? Landed on my legs,

can'y quiteget

While I like the lush apartment and all the stuff that goes with it I was used to my basement with my self installed carpet and my icebox I actually had to power with ice. The fact I can use a computer is freaking me out and I still can't get used to all this. Technology before the 1950s usually fritzes and explodes on me.

I know I am in some sort of alternate reality because Murphy always answers her phone or picks it up at least to yell at me. That and...there are gods and people from Oz and all sorts of other random things that shouldn't be in the natural world. I could figure it out better if I had Bob. I can't even get in contact with Thomas or Ebenezer.

I really don't want to start my business from scratch. It is hard to become credible when you put yourself in the phone book under Wizard.

... the hell?

[Private to Willow and Spike]
It's done.

I'm okay. Everything's fine. I'm good to start back at work tomorrow, as long as Buffy stops hovering around me and actually lets me leave the house. Or it might become a 'bring your big sister' to work day. I promise to make her sit in a corner and not to let her touch anything.

( Private to Adam Young )

( Private )

Wills? You have to fix this.

I know it's dangerous. But you did it once...you can do it again.

Just...please, Wills. You have to fix this.

Angelus, you're dead. I don't care what it takes, I'm going to kill you. And I'm going to make it hurt.

( Private to Spike )

Has anyone seen my sister around?

You know, I'm really not digging this whole "happy community" scene. I mean, clearly Mr. Rogers has taken the time out of his busy schedule in that puppet show in the sky to come down and make Prideview one beautiful place.

Kudos, really. I'm sure all those quaint little Scoobies are just swarming the guest list.

Oh! And speaking off- Buffy. It's been way too long. We should do lunch. You know, when you're done grieving over the lost chance of doing Angel.

Ugh...I hate when the new ones think they're the baddest thing ever to walk around at night calling themselves Dracula or Lestat or whatever's the hip vampire name this week. Seriously, the newbies are kinda pathetic...and by kinda, I mean extremely. I mean, really, I'm kind of a professional at this. It's almost depressing when it's over with as soon as it starts.

Bloody hell. I thought I got away from this place. Sucks you right back in don't it.

Here we go again.