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Sep. 11th, 2010 01:13 am Ok, so the spontaneous song and dance routine?
Seen it before. Doesn't end well. So if anyone starts seeing sparks or smoke, watch out. The next little ditty could be the showstopping finale that'll put a real damper on your future career as an... anything.
Speaking of, Spike, I might need your help on this if it does turn out to be a sequel to My Fair Sunnydale, so if you're listening--
[There's one piano note and the mood immediately shifts. There's suddenly dramatic blue lighting, and the words she meant to say are replaced with... something completely different.]
Just lay it all down.
Put your face into my neck and let it fall out.
I know, I know ,I know. I knew before you got home.
This world you're in now,
it doesn't have to be alone,
I'll get there somehow, 'cos
I know I know I know
when, even springtime feels cold.
[Her eyes are pretty much dinner plates right now, and she looks decidedly more vulnerable than anyone's ever seen her on the barge. She couldn't say these things out loud to Spike in private, and now here they go across the public channel. But thanks to ~flood magic~, she slowly comes to forget the fact, and there's a pervasive honestly behind her voice that seems to imply she's not just admitting something here, but making an important case at the same time.]
( Oh, there's more. 8| )
[There's a pause when the music dies down, and Buffy stares down at the bottom corner of the screen, trying to catch the breath she's suddenly lost.]
Um.
[When words fail to crop up and provide her with an adequate excuse for what she just sang, she reaches out and shuts it off. Fast.]
Seen it before. Doesn't end well. So if anyone starts seeing sparks or smoke, watch out. The next little ditty could be the showstopping finale that'll put a real damper on your future career as an... anything.
Speaking of, Spike, I might need your help on this if it does turn out to be a sequel to My Fair Sunnydale, so if you're listening--
[There's one piano note and the mood immediately shifts. There's suddenly dramatic blue lighting, and the words she meant to say are replaced with... something completely different.]
Just lay it all down.
Put your face into my neck and let it fall out.
I know, I know ,I know. I knew before you got home.
This world you're in now,
it doesn't have to be alone,
I'll get there somehow, 'cos
I know I know I know
when, even springtime feels cold.
[Her eyes are pretty much dinner plates right now, and she looks decidedly more vulnerable than anyone's ever seen her on the barge. She couldn't say these things out loud to Spike in private, and now here they go across the public channel. But thanks to ~flood magic~, she slowly comes to forget the fact, and there's a pervasive honestly behind her voice that seems to imply she's not just admitting something here, but making an important case at the same time.]
( Oh, there's more. 8| )
[There's a pause when the music dies down, and Buffy stares down at the bottom corner of the screen, trying to catch the breath she's suddenly lost.]
Um.
[When words fail to crop up and provide her with an adequate excuse for what she just sang, she reaches out and shuts it off. Fast.]
