Rooms

[Locked to Tony S]
Robert's coming to visit. You should join him. You know, make sure he's safe.

[Locked to Dick G]
Busy night, Dickie?

[The one thing she loved about the 1920's happened to be the dresses. Fringe, beads, glitz, the headbands, the stockings. Everything else could go, the smell of New York, the Prohibition, but the clothes? Those could stay. Dressed in a forest green Somerset dress with all the dazzling extras, she looked like she could at least belong in the time period. A modest headband of green and black beads, dangles draping over her temple kept her short hair back. A pair of Mary Jane ankle strap dog kennels (weird American slang) adorned her feet as they were the shoe to have. And in shiny new black, fit with the rest.

But, sadly, they made very little sound on the carpet of the hotel. Something that was rectified as soon as she was on the streets of New York, heels giving a dull click with every step on sidewalks that were more like the ones she was accustomed to, and less like the ones she'd just left behind. She got a few odd looks, not many, and one person helpfully informed her that she missed the 20's by nearly a century.]

Duh, idiót. [Retort shot back to the less than helpful man as she continued on toward the address Jessica had given her (halfway on the other side of the city, Чёрт!, but a walk around the more modern city might be nice), the fringe of her dress brushing against her stocking-covered calves. Walk it was, arms loosely swaying at her sides, clutch held tight in one hand.]

[Text to Buffy Summers]

[Very awkwardly, because he is terrible at phones.]

-hello bitty
-bucket
-buffy111

[Locked to Spike]

How did you get your "soul"?

What do ya all do for fun around here? Sit on your asses and twiddle your thumbs?

[Filtered to Tony S]

I need a name.

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