8th Dusting

[makeitquick]

[Voice / Action]

[You know she almost, almost signed on for that one mission. A guard, surviving, she knew she could handle it. But then when she saw that "desert" thing. she has no idea what a desert is, so today she is at the library researching that, mostly because she really doesn't have much better to do today. She is clearly in a better mood though- all her earrings are in place (one of them she even thinks might be gold) and she she has a shiny nose stud in place. But... as she learns more and looks into these things more-

..Jesu.

She's gotten over being afraid of the sun (somewhat) in Luceti, mostly because of how dreary winter is, but that desert that... she flips open her journal]

Hey, Luceti. Talk to me 'bout the sun. Some of you got tales for it, right? Gotta.

[Feel free to answer her or see her in the library]

Comments

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[Not quite knowing what the 'best answer' might be, he tosses out an assortment of facts.] ...Well... it's hot, it hurts ya eyes if y'look right at it, an' vampires don' like it none.

[makeitquick]

You know lurks?

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[Ever the doofus, he asks:] ...Wait, what's lurkin'?

[makeitquick]

Vampires.

[sigh]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Oh. Well, I only know a' one vampire 'round here.

[makeitquick]

Who?

[thelittlemacthatcould]

His name's Spike. But he don' drink human blood an' Buffy says he's okay.

[makeitquick]

Oh, that one. Huh.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Yeah. Are ya... from Buffy's world, or didjya meet 'im, like, a couple weeks ago?

[makeitquick]

From a world Summers used to be on, two cen back.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

What's 'cen'? ...Is that centuries, or somethin'? An' who's... oh, wait, nevermind.

[makeitquick]

[ . . . ]

I'm from the year 2232. Summers- Buffy Summers. ["Puffy" It still sounds like to her, jeez] Is from back in the 21st.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Whoa, you're way in the future! What's it like? D'ya got robots walkin' 'round on the street?

[makeitquick]

No.

[Really?]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Oh. I was jus' wonderin' 'cause y'see that kind a' thing in shows an' sci-fi movies an' stuff.

[makeitquick]

No, no robots. Got carrier pigeons, guess.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Really? Wow... an' what about phones? Do people still use 'em?

[makeitquick]

In the Uppers, I guess. Maybe even the mid-part, not us warren folk as much.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Uh... right. [There is so much he doesn't understand, fff, and it is pretty apparent from his expression.]

[makeitquick]

[Well the expression isn't always the most obvious if you aren't looking much at the book, but what. when she looks back it's a flat gaze]

What, I'm not spinning.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Huh? I didn't say nothin' 'bout spinnin'...

[makeitquick]

You're looking like someone just spun you a big one, way I ock it.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Sorry - uh, it's jus' that... I'm real confused by all this stuff in the future, like, the slang an' everythin'.

[makeitquick]

Not gunna stop talkin' like a girl from the warrens. But you can ask if you wanna 'stand me more.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Jus' hope it don' annoy ya or nothin'. What's 'the warrens', anyway?