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Is this thing on?

[At first, the questioning voice is all there is of the speaker; the video, shaky, shows the wall of passenger quarters. There's a rustling sound, and it shakes a little more, and then several slim fingers slip on screen, then take over the screen, and then the video is spinning around to catch sight of a young woman's face. Her features are scrunched, nose and brow wrinkled in confusion, lips pouted, and then the hand not holding the comm brushes a long lock of blonde hair back behind her ear. The pad of a finger swipes first one way, then another, and then fills the screen again, and then, finally-]

Oooo! Got it!

[The finger disappears, and this time, the blonde is grinning, as if proud of herself. And- well, okay, so she's a little out of touch with the latest of gadgets, but this is a little out there, like Willow level out there, so- maybe she is a little proud of herself. So sue her. Except don't, because she doesn't have that much money, and she's not even sure if money is a thing around here, and- yeah.]

Alright, so. I get the whole- 'I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto' thing, really. Other worlds, dimensions, universes, whatever- been there, done that, the t-shirt was too tacky to take home. I even get the space-ship thing, and I'm not gonna argue with it. God knows I've heard enough sci-fi babble from Andrew for the past far too long that I can deal. What I don't get is why I woke up in that- pod- thing- without my clothes. Which- conveniently- were in the locker left for me. Is there a reason I was taken out of them? Or is this some kind of weird perverted space initiation thing? If so- not impressed. Not too impressed by the tattoo thing either, even if it is useful. We're not gonna talk about the last tattoo I ended up with against my will, but it didn't turn out too well.

[She pauses, then seems to realise something, judging by the somewhat sheepish expression that passes over her features, and her head ducks just a bit.] And I've just been rambling away and haven't even introduced myself yet. Hi, I'm Buffy. Any and all information that you can offer? Totally welcome.

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[ not here not here not here but holy fuck he is not impressed either. the space gods have frowned upon him yet again. ]

[ at first spike just opens and closes his mouth a few times because sound is not coming out. this jump was created specifically to make him its bitch. ]

[ the scenery is quaint, his backdrop the lake in the gardens. it's hot in here so not wearing his duster, and his hair's all curly and whatnot!! ]

...Buffy. [ there you go, spike, use your words. ]

You're back. [ except she obviously doesn't remember being here which makes him... hopeful and terrified all at once. ] Welcome to it, I guess.

[ suddenly he gets up, pulling on his boots while he talks. there's a half-smoked cigarette poking out from behind his ear. ]

Where are you, luv? I'll come get you. Give you the grand tour.

...You have another tattoo? [ priorities. ]

[The video is still on, so it catches the completely shocked and confused look that freezes on her face the instant she sees the face staring back at her. She makes a few mouth movements of her own, looking something like a floundering fish struggling to breathe, because if there's one face she had never expected to see again, it was this one- the one that not too long ago, she watched as he began to burn. Nope, no words yet.]

[And then- complete shock, but she manages-]

Spike?! How-! You-

[Her mouth snaps shut, eyes still impossibly wide.]

[Struggling for composure, as a nasty suspicion wiggles in her mind, one she tries desperately to squash.]

You're dead, I- I watched you, Spike, I felt it, how are you-

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[And then his question hits her and- what? Of all the things for him to ask, he asks about that?]

Had. Past tense. It's long gone.

[Spike should know that. It's not like he hasn't seen- no, bad place, bad thoughts, not the point right now. The point is what?]

Spike- what?

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Oh, that tattoo. [ eyebrow raise. ]

I'm on my way.

[ it feels weird trying to talk about this on the network. and not just because anyone could see it. ]

What, you thought I got another one over the last year?

[She's still processing that Spike is here and talking to her, when A. he's dead, and B. she's on a spaceship god only knows where, so she's a little slower than normal. This doesn't feel real. It didn't exactly feel real to start out with, not mentally, so to have Spike thrust into the mix... Wait-]

Back. You said back. What do you mean I'm back?

[And he looks- different.]

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[ he self-consciously smoothes his hair back and shrugs. that's all he's saying about the tattoo thing. but now he's pulling on his jacket too and making his way back into the hall. bloody hell it's cold out here. ]

It's a space thing. You'll get used to it.

And for the record? I was dead. As in, past tense. [ rationing cigarettes is going out the window starting now. ]

Right. [And that explains exactly nothing. Of course. And the look on her face is a little thrown by his following words, well, he is kind of apparently there, alive- or as alive as he can be- and talking and moving about, if the video is anything to go by.

Of course, she'll believe it a little more when he's in front of her, when she can touch him and feel that he's actually real. Then the niggling fear in the back of her mind that it's a trick can be squashed. And, speaking of-]

Room twenty-eight, zero-thirty-seven. [Belated, but she thinks she can be excused, all things considered.]

You mean you came back. After... [But it's only been hours since then. They hadn't even made it to LA yet when she fell asleep on the bus.]

Well. Hi Buffy. I'm Wash.

The clothes... well, the goo they use to absorb the g-forces during the jump is pretty nasty to get off skin as it is. Probably the reason for no clothes. Leads to a mighty awkward wake up call the first time though.

Thirty seven. [ he commits her number to memory and nods, lighting his cigarette on the way to the lifts. he won't turn off the feed now that he has her. a buffy who doesn't want to stake him. at least not yet. ]

That's right. After. It's a year later for me.

I'll tell you the whole story - I promise.

[ oh. ned waves awkwardly at the screen then gives a little smile. it's that girl he knew who said she slayed vampires and then cooked a really angry thanksgiving feast in his pie hole. something like that anyway. ]

Unless Kansas is in space then, no, I don't think you'll be seeing Toto any time soon. Which isn't to-- that came out wrong.

[ digby barks so witness the feed sliding over to a golden retriever now. ] I'm Ned and this is Digby. I mean. I, as in, the person speaking. The human one.

You've been in that stasis gel. Just think about it. Would you have preferred your clothes to be covered in that stuff too, or waiting for you, clean and fresh and in your locker?

[Okay, that- she can kind of understand. Still makes her skin crawl just a bit, but mildly less creepy.]

I'd say nice to meet you, but considering I get the feeling that most people aren't here by choice, I don't know how 'nice' it is. I appreciate the input though. [She smiles, not exactly happy, but still friendly.] So this is a normal thing then? The- pods, and the goo.

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Honestly? I'd prefer to be where I was before I was intergalactically kidnapped. [Have half a grimace, half a wry look.] But I'm guessing that's not an option, huh?

[She should probably be a little more upset than she is, but- her friends, her family will be okay without her. After what Willow did, all the new Slayers...]

[An entire year. That throws her for a loop, but it's hardly the first time she's heard about time moving differently in different places. If this is some other dimension...]

You'd better. [For now, she just wants him to hurry up and get to her. She aims for a flippant tone, trying to mask how much she wants to be able to confirm to herself that he's real, but doesn't really succeed. There's something a little too serious buried in her voice, beneath the surface.] I expect to hear all about it once you get here.

[ he's anything but dallying, it's the lifts that are delaying him. he taps his foot impatiently and smokes, offering her a terse but very real smile. ]

I know you do, huh. One constant about Buffy Summers: she always gets what she wants.

[Jack makes a bit of a face, to match hers, before shaking his head.] Not really an option at all, no, you've got it in one, there.

[She can't help but laugh, just a little, at him, although it's a friendly one. She smiles a bit.] I figured that, unless dogs can talk in space. Which- hey, you never know. I've seen weirder things. [Beat.] They can't, can they? Talk, I mean?

[ zoom, the camera is back on our gawky protagonist, who shrugs a little in response. ] Not this one. Or any of the others that I know...

There aren't many dogs in space at all, now that you mention it, though I've heard talk of a hellhound in the gardens. I don't know though because I've never actually seen him.

He's invisible.

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6/fin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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