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[Selina K]

So how was out-of-town?

[ETA: Jason T]

Hi.

[Filtered to Buffyverse]

Hi, everyone! Hopefully you're all still around here. Been quiet lately. Anyway. Buffy? Faith? Did you two find anything more out about this place?

I was wondering, well...what do we all want to do for Halloween? It's all a bit wonky because everyone here is from different places and timelines.

[Public]

Hey techies, I'm sure there are some of you around, anyone willing to help a sister out? I need an image inducer that will make me look normal when I go out in public. As much as I'm totally at ease with my unique type of cuteness, people tend to stare at the blue fur and yellow eyes. Also get pitchforks. Soooo help? I don't have a lot of money but I can spring for pizza. Also eternal gratitude will be yours.

Who: Marina & Russ
What: Russ is a hungover grouch, Marina has coffee.
Where: Russ' place.
When: Recentlyish, basically timed to a couple weeks after Ford's hotel disappearance.
Warnings: Depressing.

( He came to this time with a headache that felt like the flat of a knife had been wedged under both temples in an attempt to pry out what brain matter he had left, like the stuff left in his skull was two sizes too big, and with a neck stiff from falling asleep on his side on a broke-down couch. And the ex-from-hell nudging him with the toe of her shoe. )

Ever get that feeling that there's something you're missing, and you can't figure out what it is?

[An envelope delivered by courier to Stark Tower is addressed to Mr. J. Barnes. The white sheet of paper has a telephone number on one side and the Russian word for "redemption" on the other. Ink is generic and black, ballpoint from any store. Paper is white business, sold in bulk all over the city. He leaves a fingerprint on there, just one, the fingerprint of a businessman long dead, one of the Soldier's early marks.]

[Private to Stephanie N.]

Are you going to Gotham today? I miss my computers.