Buffy Summers

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( Ow! Mommy, this mortal wound is all... itchy. )

 Hey, looks like we won the ol' lottery.  Except with less... getting rich and learning we have relatives we didn't know about, and more getting paired up for rehabilitation purposes. 

Anyway, I figured we should meet up some time soon.

Alright, campers, listen up.  Today's the ten mile survival hike, so get your gear and line up at 0800. 

It's going to be you and me and mother nature so only:

one regulation canteen
the clothes on your back
and I guess the shoes on your feet are okay.

You'll be learning what to eat in the wild, how to tell directions and not get hopelessly lost, and how to survive bear attacks.

Oh right, I probably should have... mentioned the bears.  They've been spotted in the part of the forest we're heading towards, sooo... buddy system.

[This post can be used as either a journal or action!spam log for the Sabre Tooth Tiger cabin, which consists of highly aggressive and/or violence-is-the-best-solution campers, so if you want in, just jump in!  Inmates/wardens/campers/counselors/etc.]

[Warden filter]

All accounts strung together paint a pretty technicolor picture here.  Not only did Arthas attack Ana, but apparently there was that other whole kidnapping issue with Hix - and I was already in the process of dealing with him throwing out death threats to someone else, when I found out about these things.

For those who don't know, I've been assigned as his temporary warden, though I was told that meant I wasn't to deal with any of the actual rehabilitation-y angles of the warden-inmate dynamic, but someone's got to do something.  I'm throwing him in Level Zero.  If I don't have the power to do anything more than that, I'm relatively sure no one's going to complain about that much, especially at this point.    And if they do?  They can take it up with me.  

Anybody with information on either of these instances?  Better bring it to my attention.  And I'm really hoping no one's got anything else to add to the growing pile here, but if you do tell me.  This is why I checked in with everyone about him last week, so that if there was anything bubbling up towards the surface, I could deal with it before it ... over-bubbled. 

I think it's clear we're beyond the bubbling stage now.

[Private to Agent 47]

Did you honestly go try to handle this by yourself without even giving me a heads-up first?

You better at least give me a full report of what went down.

[Private to the Admiral]

So how much lee-way does a temporary warden get around here?  I'm pretty sure keeping him from killing somebody is among my rights.

[Editing in a private to the Doctor]

The box with the sword.  What happened to it?

[[Buffy's heading straight down to Arthas' room before she even checks for responses here.  If Arthas-mun wants, we can handle that in spam or a log, or if he's going quietly it can be assumed he's down there now.]]

Hi there.  I've been assigned as your temporary warden as of, oh, yesterday, and wanted to say hello, seeing as how they didn't provide me with any kind of file or warnings or ... even vague post-it note full of bullet points about you.  I figured we should probably meet up at some point?  I won't be doing any of your actual rehabilitate-y things, but if you need extra towels, I guess I'm your go-to girl.

After dealing with an army of last-bagel-gobbling bathroom-hogging three-am-giggle-fest Slayerettes in training for months on end?  I'm pretty sure dealing with reforming one hardened criminal will feel like something of a vacation.  I mean hey, there's no looming Apocalypse, no nightly vigils at fresh grave sites (one of the many advantages of boats - that whole lack of cemeteries thing), and no one lifting my hairspray every time I turn around.

Sounds like cake.  

Or at least like one of those little Hostess cupcake things you can get out of vending machines, which aren't as good as real cake, but they're still tasty if you don't think too hard about that whole nutritional value thing. 


Oh, I should probably introduce myself.  Buffy Summers.  Slayer.  Long resume of world saving, and new resident warden.  




But no really, are there any vending machines on this boat?

Prompt: Bye Bye Bye by N Sync
Requested By: angelbuffy
Characters: Buffy Summers, Dawn Summers
Timeline/Verse: sixwordstories  verse, main
Disclaimer:  I don't own Buffy in any way, shape, or form. Buffy is cuzitswrong  and the Dawn mentioned is not linked to any journal in particular.   I might have... played with timelines.  Deal with it.

Still accepting requests here!

It took Buffy three attempts before she finally yelled loud enough to get her sister's attention.  Though it might have also been the stuffed bear she hurled at her head, plucked off the dresser beside the door where she'd stood glaring. 

Dawn shot her an annoyed look, and batted at the space bar on her computer to pause the song.

"Can I help you?" she asked in a tone that warned Buffy this conversation was going to go on the "difficult" pile.  Buffy decided to avoid a fight - this time - by taking a different tack.

"Who were you listening to, anyways?" she asked, making a little face as she glanced around Dawn's not-particularly-clean-right-now room.  Dawn's face contorted into an expression of confusion mixed with downright offense at Buffy's question.

"You really need to get out during the day more often," she advised.  Buffy was not so much amused by the comment.

"So I don't keep up with Tiger Beat.  I refuse to be guilted over this.  I'm still hip," Buffy pouted.

"Uh huh.  Lots of hip people nowadays don't even know who the Jonas Brothers are," Dawn replied with a roll of her eyes. 

"Wait, that's what they sound like?" Buffy asked.  "Huh."

"What did you expect?" Dawn demanded, turning in her chair to face her all-too-outdated sister with judging eyes.

"I don't know.  Just... more, I guess?  I mean, isn't every teenage girl in the world in love with them for some reason?" she asked.  Even though she was honestly just curious, Dawn dared to look perfectly outraged.

"You are so weird.  This is why I don't bring people over," she huffed, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder, as she turned around and went to turn her Pandora station back on.

"And here I thought it was all the battle axes in the living room," Buffy muttered to herself, turning to go.

Dawn didn't register the comment, as she'd already starting blaring tunes again, setting Buffy's shoulder tight with renewed frustration.  The anger melted though, as the next song started up and her head whipped around, eyes widening in sudden delight.

"No way," she exclaimed, almost pushing Dawn aside, as she crossed the room in a few sudden steps.

"Hey!" Dawn protested, as her desk chair was spent spinning, with her as a dizzied passenger, gripping its arms.  Her shouts were drowned out as Buffy cranked the volume even further, seeming to have forgotten that she'd only come up here to chastise her sister for the same thing moments ago.

"I haven't heard this song in forever!" Buffy shouted, though half of what she was saying was lost in the din.  Dawn just stared at her sister as if she had utterly lost her mind as the older girl spun around and started doing really retarded dance moves that offended all of Dawn's teenage sensibilities. 

"What is wrong with you?  Ugh!" Dawn shouted, as she moved over to turn it down.  Buffy rolled her eyes this time, staring at her sister like she had grown another head. 

"It's N' Sync, Dawn.  Duh."

Dawn's expression still read uh, what? and Buffy sighed and shook her head.  "Y'know, like... Justin Timberlake?  His... boy band?"

"Justin was in a boy band?"   The level of incredulity there was just too much for Buffy to take.  She just turned back to the computer and cranked it again just in time to jump into place and wave bye-bye-bye across the room.

"Ok, that's it, I.. can't be in here and witness this.  I'm trying this new thing where I limit the amount of stuff that I allow to scar me forever," Dawn said, as she got up and headed out the door.  

"Kids these days," Buffy mumbled, before launching back into her dance.  Because hey, sometimes you just had to boogie.