FIC: The Late Shift

[wiccachica]

Okay...I have five minutes left...after the LONGEST meeting in the history of my company...I'm soooo sorry....how bout this? I'll break my cardinal weekend rule to post it up tomorrow morning....



Will that still keep me in Sass lap?



Will I still get scritches from my woncubines?



*sigh*



I fear I may have lost them all....



(weeps into hands...)



p.s. cuddlepuddle sounds nice! hmm...



-chica



Damn my job! Damn my job and its jobby-like duties!



(Hangs head) LeatherQueen...my Dear...I'm so sorry...I couldn't pull it off in time...

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" Tremble!" - Gacknar

Edited by: wiccachica  at: 4/12/02 5:26:56 pm

[LeatherQueen]

Oh! My most loverly chica... fear not... for even if we don't get a weekend update, you shan't lose your woncubine scritches.



And can I mirror your "Damn the Job" woes? For I am still at mine and it is quite, quite late here. *sigh* Curse the place and its ability to keep me prisoner in its steel and glass walls!



Ok... enough ranting about work. Time to hug the chica and give her a little scritch to help her along. Here darlin', have a nice glass of something cold and strong. It'll make all things better!

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"Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind." - Glory


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

[Pixie gishmock]

wiccachica, I'm not kidding now, I am actually disturbed by this update - not in a bad, I'll never read this fic again way, no ma'am! - but in a evoking nightmares I had most of my life even into my twenties way. In a weird way (Owl - note spelling of "weird"?) this is a compliment, because your writing is powerful enough to do this to me. And I'm all torn, 'cause if you post an update tomorrow - woo hoo! we'll find out what happens. But if you don't post tomorrow - woo hoo! I get to spend the weekend in Owl's lap. So, uh, do what you will. And anyone is welcome in the cuddle puddle! *whispers to Owl* I don't mind, liebeleh, as long as I have dibs on your lap. And yes, I'm with you on the strange museums thing. *reaches out of Owl's arms to give Canadian Kitty a big hug*

Life is full of changes...The better you are at letting go of things, the freer your hands will be to catch something new. ~from Off The Map by Joan Ackerman
"It's good to be a chicken casserole," Tara murmured before passing out. ~from "Answering Darkness" by Sassette

Edited by: Pixie gishmock at: 4/12/02 7:20:18 pm

[Sassette]

Update or not, I'm sitting in this lap ALL weekend, with no shirt on, writing my fic.



-Sass

[Jae]

*yelps as I fall over the precipice (*hopes I spelled that correctly, despite having had the urge to use "write" in it's place, which, of course, is a wrong spelling... that is all beside the point*), thinking that this is the end and I shall never have the joy of finishing this fic (or Sass's, or Ruth's, or Jomarch's or... if I go naming names, this will end up being -far- too long a post), but luckily, manage to snag a branch jutting out from the rock. Holding on for dear life, I close my eyes*



Would someone be so kind as to send down a rope? Preferably attached to something that won't fall over the cliff too?



*as I hang on, I wonder vaguely why I am not using creative energy for something slightly more productive (read: marks oriented)*

[Owl]

*Extracts self gently from cuddlepuddle at the sound of a fellow woncubine yelping.* Hmmm. Must be Jae experiencing the true meaning of the word "cliffhanger."

*Gets a long rope and ties one end of it to the spinning Club Discotekka bed (which has been turned off already) . Attaches a shiny new harness to the other end and throws it down to Jae. Seeing that Jae has gotten safely situated in the harness, turns the contol button to 33 and watches as Jae is pulled safely up*

There you are, hon. All better now. Back to the cuddling, now. Yeeeeessssszzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

[Canadian Kitty]

Why Owl that's so sweet of you. This should be interesting, a spoiler ho smooshed between two spoiler free kittens in a cuddlepuddle. Has anything like this been done before? Should I wrap myself up in aluminium foil or something to avoid cross contamination? Oh the possibilities.



CK

"You wanna go out sometime, for coffee, food, kisses and gay love?" Willow- Normal Again.

[tkheaven]

Tk goes off and comes back with a mug full'o expresso (and rum) topped with some cool foamy stuff for the troll...err..for wiccachicca...emm, both...tks gets just a weee distracted as wicca gets her lapfull of sass goodness *ahem* topless? as sass glues herself on wicca's laperrrr..uhh, fic, yeah...

Tk looks down to the troll and the expresso..."Mind if I have some of this?" GULP GULP (ruth's smutness reeling in the back of tk's mind..'damn those fics'..*grin* )..."Here ya go."

ok, cuddlepuddle sounds nice...ooer, looky the revolving bed...



My finger's itchin' for some scritchin'

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"Hey Will, this is me. It doesn't all have to be good and fine. This is the room where you don't have to be brave. I still love you. If you're worried, you can be worried."

- Tara to Willow

Episode 603: "Afterlife"

[Pixie gishmock]

Mmmmm, cuddle puddles and lullabies, what a way to spend the weekend! wiccachica, I'm quite happy here, and I would imagine that a lapful of topless Sassy goodness is distracting, you really don't have to rush with the update. This is much better than doing my taxes.

Life is full of changes...The better you are at letting go of things, the freer your hands will be to catch something new. ~from Off The Map by Joan Ackerman
"It's good to be a chicken casserole," Tara murmured before passing out. ~from "Answering Darkness" by Sassette

[wiccachica]

Pixie....I'm with you sister.



I'm sitting here (at work mind you) with a lap full of Sass...and I can't seem to make the troll work.



The troll actually wrote the entire end to this section of fic this morning....He wrote it...and for the first time...I don't like what he wrote. It's too contrived. Too HOLLYWOOD (and just because I live in Hollywood doesn't mean I have the right to end fic sections so badly) *sigh* twenty minutes...and two pages of wasted space....I'm ashamed...



But oddly comforted because I have a topless Sass writing her fic in my lap...and one of my woncubines holding onto a leg...with a strong drink in her hand...watching a cuddlepuddle on the rotating bed...and the smell of espresso in the air.



This is the life...



May I add....Pixie, Love....I am sorry if I gave you nightmares...if it helps...I gave MYSELF nightmares too. THAT is why I'm hugging Sass (who just happens to be on my lap writing her fic right now....) so tightly...yep...that's the reason...sure is....no distraction here....nope.



Gosh....I wanted to get to the next section so badly that I was willing to sell my soul down the path of Sappy Hollywood drivel....grrr on me...



Monday looks like the next update...unless you all WANT a Hollywood ending...then...hey....I'm yer girl...



And LeatherQueen...my woncubine...I'm honored to be among one of your quoted fics! (sheepishly blushing)



chica

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" Tremble!" - Gacknar

[tkheaven]

Wicca, if you're not happy with it right now...then I must wait til Monday for your update *lips pressed together* Yep *sigh*, I'll wait...right here...offering expresso..and uhh anything else...you just hold on to sass there...riiight there *whimper*, I'll just sit here and keep company or just watch..err, wait here, ya know..if you need more expresso, or anything else. Did I mention you can use..uhh..ask me anything you want for me to get? (raises the mug and grins while stroking the troll's..uhh wild hair?) hehe..he needs his rest umm, get his creativeness going...*ahem* and you..you just take your time there...

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"Hey Will, this is me. It doesn't all have to be good and fine. This is the room where you don't have to be brave. I still love you. If you're worried, you can be worried."

- Tara to Willow ~~ Episode 603: "Afterlife"

[LeatherQueen]

Oh Chica, if we have to wait til Monday, that's quite alright. I think most of us are quite... comfortable where we are. We'll all just have to hold on a little tighter, have a few more stiff drinks, and we'll be alright.



Besides... a whole weekend of watching you with a lapful of half-naked Sass and a cuddlepuddle of other woncubines? Heh... what more could a girl ask for?



sits contently, sipping at her frosty drink, but still clutching chica's leg



Oh! And I'm glad that you're flattered. I just love that line... and I think it makes a nice addition to my sig line.

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"Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind." - Glory


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

[Jae]

*is saved by Owl* I have the sudden urge to start singing "did you ever know that you're my hero?"... oh dear. *big hugs to Owl, following to the cuddle pile* Thank you Owl, I am forever indebted to you

[Sassette]

*looks up from writing*



Update? No? Hmmm ... Damn!



*settles back down into wiccachica's lap and goes back to writing*



-Sass

[wiccachica]

Good Morning Kittens!



Okay…I got so many emails requesting the Hollywood version that I am just going to do it…I’m going to post it…



And the more I look at it…the more oddly…FITTING it is for such a goofy fic…it’s almost a parody of itself….



I’m kinda sad is has to come to this…the end of this section…because heck…Shirtless Sass writing fic on my lap all weekend and my wonderful scritchee holding fast to my leg…and the cuddlepuddle…and the woncubines dancing the dance of the seven veils… in thinly-veiled….wait…THAT didn’t happen…did it…? Heh.



So without further ado….the Hollywoodland version of the Late Shift…



Chapter 145: The Edge of the World: Part Two of One...Even Edgier...With a Vengeance...



" If anything…and I mean ANYTHING happens to her…I’m going to…" I let my voice trail off as I hold Tara firmly…though the likelihood of her moving out of this frozen state… seems slim…



" You’re going to what?" Auntie asks smugly…obviously getting some of her attitude back.



And a regaining attitude usually comes hand in hand with regaining power.



I’m about to give her a descriptive rundown of the amount of hurt I’m going to smack down on her… when I feel Tara slump downwards…her muscles releasing their strong-hold.



What? What happened? Why is she…? Oh Goddess…is she….???



I grapple her over onto her side…and then her back while pulling her backwards… over and onto me…splaying my legs out on the ground in front so that I can drag her up closer…



Oh Goddess…she’s so LIMP…



Her back is against my chest…her head cradled in the crook of my arm….I stroke her damp hair back from her furrowed brow…



Tara…Sweetie…please….whatever it is that she’s doing to you….you can’t let it take you….



" Tara….please…" I whisper against her hair…and rock her…gently…



I press my hand against her chest again…over her heart…and feel solace in the fact that it is still resonating against my fingers.



And then I glare up at Auntie…who seems to be ALLOWING Buffy and Spike to keep her at bay…



" Any moment now…She is going to join us…and we will unleash Hell on Earth…and you will matter not at all…" Auntie says defiantly.



" Hey…I’m all read up on the End-of-the-World ‘we will rule the Earth and you piddly humans will lick the soles of our….well…soulless boots’ spiels…but I soooo do not condone language like that….’Matter not at all’? What is with that? Couldn’t you just say it won’t matter…?" Buffy growls…giving the blonde woman a Slayer-sized shove down for good measure. " I hate that."



" We have waited thousands upon thousands of years for the gate to be aligned… for the lock to be rendered….We will rule over the living with an iron fist. We will crush you into the soil under our heels…Our day has come…." Auntie continues…keeping a watchful eye on the progress of her niece’s death.



" Three words for you and your Dead pals, Lady….ANGER….MANAGEMENT….CLASS…" Buffy says…with a second …and even harder shove.



Auntie fixes the blonde Slayer with a meaningful glare.



" I am going to take such pleasure in rending you into pieces…" She croons…as though picturing it in her mind’s eye.



" Then you had better do it now…" Tara says from my arms in a voice soft with fatigue…



But I don’t care…I don’t care how loud she is…the sound of her almost makes my own heart stop…



I pull my arms around her and kiss her temple…her cheek…the back of her neck…anything I can get my lips on…



Tara’s talking…everything else is superfluous.



"Your time’s up." Tara says…and I HEAR her smile weakly even though I cannot see her face.



" No." Auntie says shaking her head.



" Thousands upon thousands of years from now…when you get the chance to do this again…Invest in a watch…." Spike says…kicking a little bit of dust onto her.



" No!" Auntie screams…desperation setting in around the edges… " There’s still time…there is…!" She reaches out to Tara…her fingers clenching and unclenching…"Tara…come with me …!"



" I’m too tired to come up with a really bad pun right now…so…Buffy….?" Tara says.



Buffy gives it some thought…she plants a sensible-yet-stylish boot on Auntie’s chest.



" You know…it’s funny…all of mine are generally Vamp and demon puns…I never had to think of one for a dead aunt witch of a dear friend in a Carnival from hell who is about to be sucked back into the nether regions…" Buffy ponders.



" Buffy…you’d better hurry...times almost up…"



Buffy looks down at Auntie….



" Well…I don’t have puns but I do have a few fashion pointers for you…ORANGE is the new black…that shade of lipstick makes you look kind of skanky…those shoes ARE oddly sensible and cute though…I’m guessing Prada…or…"



And suddenly….



We are all standing in the emptiest lot in Sunnydale…



No fan fare…no… "I’ll get you my pretty…"



No earth rattling…



No Auntie…



Nothing….just a litter of paper…and a lot of dirt….



" Great big overture…." Xander starts….and makes a funny little hop-step around a spot on the ground as he and the others walk up to us.



"Oh…hey…make sure to watch out for the little places where the …naughty… little tiny carousel horses have been….WHO EVER thought I’d be saying THAT this weekend, huh?" He says.



I am still rocking Tara…she reaches back and touches my face with a hand heavy with weariness.



" Let’s get you home…" I say.



" Ooh…I have that one Bookmarked…" She says slowly…and leans her head back to give me a half smile.



" No more flitting… or flirting for you tonight, missy…we are going to get you home the old fashioned Scooby way…Buffy is going to carry you."



" I don’t need to be carried…" She says in an embarrassed panic…finding only enough strength to sit up. Her face pales…and she leans back into me again.



" You do…and you will…those are Willow’s orders." Buffy says…leaning down and scooping my girlfriend into her arms…



" That’s it….settled. " I say…taking her hand in my own…not wanting to break contact.



Never going to break contact again…Nothing else weird or bad is going to happen to us EVER….besides…what are the odds…?



" The sooner we get out of here…the better." Dawn says.



" No more Fairs then?" Xander prompts.



" No more fairs…." We all admonish making a quick homeward beeline out of the empty lot...



" I don’t know about you but the House of Human Oddities…that place scared the bajebas out of me." Xander says as he stokes the side of his throat again.



" I’ll never eat Cajun again…THAT’S for sure…" Anya says.



" Blondie…it looked like you were having a scare back there…what did they have you seeing?" Spike asks her.



Tara looks over at him thoughtfully. I see a flash of something that wars with the silly answer she’s abuot to give.



Like whatever it was that was terrifying her…. she is not going to tell anyone…at least…not yet…



" Buffy’s ability to pun off the cuff…" She says with mock seriousness.



" Hey…have you ever taken a fall out of the arms of a Slayer? Very Scary…." Buffy says with false offense.



I cast one final look back at the Fairground…fond memories of an eternity on the Ferris wheel with Tara…kind of bleached out by the rats…monsters…and walking dead…



I shuffle through a the swirls of paper…and feel myself making a face…



" You’d think the vacuum of hell would have sucked EVERYTHING back down…look at this mess…" I say



But you’re not offering to stay behind and clean it up…are you? Heck no…you want to get Tara home…and into bed…well…not INTO bed…but…into bed…so she can rest…and we’ll forget any of this ever happened….we’ll snuggle…and cuddle…for at least the rest of THIS lifetime…



It’s possible Tara knows I’m mentally babbling right now…because she gives my hand a reassuring squeeze.



Everything is going to be alright….we are all safe…and all aptly versed on the perils of an evil carnival…the absolute WORST…is over…and it’s smooth sailing from here on out…yep….smoooooth sailing…



TBC…

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" Tremble!" - Gacknar

Edited by: wiccachica  at: 4/15/02 8:21:17 am

[Sassette]

Oh, No!!! Willow said it was going to be 'smoooooth sailing'! That's never EVER good.



And you didn't tell us what the click scrape thing was, and why Tara was so scared of it.



Darn it.



*pouts* You >will< tell us, right?



-Sass

[Grimaldi]

That was pretty cool, but I wanted to her the rest of Buffy's pun to Auntie. Hope you are able to devulge what the click scrape thing was.

"All these people are completely fucked. Metaphorically speaking, that is."



"Well I geuss we'll have to roshambo for it"



Aaaaaa yer brother blows bubble gum

[jdcioffi]

Hmmm ... mind still workin on the click-scrape and, now, a pun.



And by the by -- I loved the whole Buffy language deal with dear, sweet Aunt Acacia. That bit where she did theYolda talk was great. ( ... help you I will not! -- the great Jedi master).

JD

...but if I did call, she wouldn't hang up on me.

[Pixie gishmock]

Woo hoo! That was very sweet, wiccachica. And funny as always. I do still want to know what the click-scrape was. And, like you, I am a little sad that the weekend is over and I have to leave Owl's lap and the cuddle puddle. Hey, Canadian Kitty, do you feel any urge to be unspoiled? Have we contaminated you?

Life is full of changes...The better you are at letting go of things, the freer your hands will be to catch something new. ~from Off The Map by Joan Ackerman
"It's good to be a chicken casserole," Tara murmured before passing out. ~from "Answering Darkness" by Sassette

[Owl]

Just peeking in before i run off for the day....

Well, I don't see why we have to stop cuddling just because the sailing is all smooth from here on in.... 'Cause... yeah, right. Willow just jinxed the hell outta them.

And, Chica? did you happen to stumble into spoilerfree thread today? Because you seem to be sharing frequency with wolfie, over there. He's been doing the dance of the seven veils... or something.... *snicker*



Speaking of which, Canadian Kitty... I rather liked your tin foil outfit, but must wonder if it was effective.... *whispers* You know you want to join us... we have sand castles....



Yargh! Where are you going to take us next? I've got my harness ready, and am keeping a close watch on Jae....

and... out of curiousity... what was the non-hollywood ending gonna be like? hrm?

[tkheaven]

Great Update BUT..... smoooooth sailing, huh? Willow just jinx it, didn't she? Oh man oh man oh man



and who was she fighting, what was she fighting, man...I'm back to biting my cuticles. I know, I know, it's a bad habit. gah! Need to know!

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"Hey Will, this is me. It doesn't all have to be good and fine. This is the room where you don't have to be brave. I still love you. If you're worried, you can be worried."

- Tara to Willow ~~ Episode 603: "Afterlife"

[Sassette]

*disembodied voice* Wiccachica ..... Wiiicachiiiiiicaaaaaaaa ..... Your troll neeeeeds cooooffeeeeeee .... Muuuuuust uuuupdaaaaaate ....



-Sass

[wiccachica]

(Click….scrape…..the sound of every fear you have ever known….is also the sound of a zippo lighter…a mad-cap stapler….and a bordello door….)



heh…maybe some time soon…you will know what Tara saw in her click scrape…but for now…you must behold the weirdness to come….



Owl The non Hollywood ending would have entailed pasta….lots of pasta…and maybe a twinkie on wheels… heh… (oh how I need coffee…)



Sass…. I need coffee….yes…HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT??? But I do have this new little bit for you all….



Enjoy…



Chapter 146: Just Another Friday Night All Over Town….



A young woman’s feet hurry through the damp grass… obviously being chased by something…



…Something awful…something…TERRIBLE…



Headstones blur by at knee level…indicating the location to be either a cemetery…or a really poorly decorated backyard…



"Help me!!!" The girl shrieks…and she turns to look back over her shoulder at the vampire… hot on her heels. He is wearing a cape and he slathers and snarls at her as he chases.



Of course, the girl takes this golden opportunity to fall down gracelessly into the squelchy grass.



"Oof!" The girl grunts explosively.



"Grrr!" The Vamp says.



" Oh…Oh God…No!!!" The young woman with the sadly rubber ankles and sickeningly bad coordination, shrieks….





Buffy lobs a kernel of popcorn at the television screen, highly annoyed. Dawn discreetly hides her eyes into my right arm as the on-screen screams crescendo…



Willow is discreetly burying her face into my left arm…and I myself am having a hard time keeping my eyes on the screen.



A week since the carnival thing…and NOTHING else BAD has happened…and tomorrow…tomorrow is Date Night…. I think we are all ready for a good old-fashioned Date Night around here…



Xander is sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch… a bowl of popcorn on his lap. Anya is leaned against him watching the movie with an odd expression …almost as if taking mental notes.



"What I want to know is what she is doing in a graveyard …at that time of night…and in THOSE shoes. I mean everyone knows The Rule ‘Graveyard panic running… equals no strappys’." Buffy says.



We all nod.



I watch as the stereotypical Hero comes onto the scene and crosses his arms… just as the vampire falls upon his squealing prey.



" The only thing you’ll be biting… is dust.." The Hero says



" Eww…. That was like almost the worst line of dialog in the history of the spoken word." Xander says…stuffing his mouth with popcorn.



" Next to?" I ponder aloud, not quite unhappy with the whole Willow practically crawling into my lap thing…



"Well…next to pretty much everything I happen to say or do…or do while saying…(looks at them) okay…I’m doing it now, right?" He asks.



We acquiesce.



" So…tell me again…Why are we watching this???" Anya asks with a little headshake.



" Because it’s….entertaining?" I offer…not even convincing myself with that one.



" No… no…and no. It’s really not. Us sitting here watching miniature people running around, screaming, and dying horribly while talking in insultingly bad prose on the television to unwind is like…..well…Xander here building a house on his day off." She says.



"She’s got a point." Buffy says.



"I do? I have a point?" She flushes with happiness to at long last…have a point…



"Yes…but you’ve forgotten one very important thing…." Willow says…still making sure she has a Klingon Death Lock on my upper arm.



"What?" Anya asks…her curiosity piqued.



"There’s this, or there’s the Classic film…Harvey…about a six foot rabbit…" Anya weighs her options carefully.



" Oh. Then…carry on with this running…screaming and ill-written scripted thing…" She says.



Buffy’s expression darkens slightly…as though sensing something. She sits slightly forward.



"Buffy? What’s going on? What’s wrong?" Dawn asks…panic etching into her voice.



" Nothing. I just got this… feeling." Buffy says.



" Like an ‘evily-like creature’s just dug their moldering corpse from their grave… feeling?" Willow squeaks.



"No… like a familiar ‘if Xander keeps hogging that bowl of popcorn I’m going to have to kick his popcorn hoarding ass’…feeling…." She says.



Xander swiftly hands the popcorn up to us on the couch.



"Thank you, Xander." Buffy says sweetly.



"The pleasure is mine. Mine… and my properly attached limbs…" He says magnanimously.



We start watching the movie again… until…. The girl on screen screams again and Dawn hides her face in my arm. Willow pretends to have an itch on her forehead she can’t use anything but my shoulder to scratch.



"Hey guys…maybe we should turn the channel… I mean.. this is kind of scary for some of us…" Buffy starts.



"I’m okay. " Dawn says.



" I was talking about Rosenberg-the-Fearless over there… hiding her eyes on her girlfriend’s sleeve." Buffy says. Willow jerks herself upright…looking around.



" I had an itch." She says.



" Sure, Will." Xander scoffs.



" REALLY….So NOT scared right now…" She says firmly…yet…not letting up on the clampdown she has on my arm. Little tendrils of tingles are starting to manifest in the tips of my fingers…I’m about to make a cute little joke about it when…



The lights flicker and go out.



A brief flash of lightning…. and then PITCH BLACK.



"…..Okay… scared NOW ….." Willow says.





" I’ll get some candles" I say…fumbling up from the couch…and practically having to leave behind the arm that is with Willow…" I’ll be right back, Sweetie….but the arm…it has to come with." I say, and she reluctantly lets my arm loose.



" Ah…the old ‘I’ll be right back’ line….. You do NOT watch enough scary movies…I’ll go WITH you…" Xander says.



I help him off the floor and we both fumble towards the kitchen.



" Big storm…power outage…this is very Friday the 13th…." Xander says at my back as we creep through the darkened kitchen…carefully trying not to knock things over…



" Xander…please…stop with the scary movie stuff…it makes me…"



" It makes you…what…?" Xander teases with an obvious smile in his voice…



I don’t answer him…I CAN’T…



Not with this cold…wet hand clamped over my mouth to keep me from screaming…



" Tara?" Xander says…still smiling into the darkness as I’m thrashing against a wet… icy-cool arm snaking around my waist…pulls me backwards…towards the kitchen door…



" Tare?" He asks the darkness…the smile fading from his voice. " Not funny with the quiet thing…I am not above wetting myself with fear here…and you being the closest one will be the least happy about it aside from…well… me…" He says…



A pungent smell invades my senses…and I’m overwhelmed with the need to suddenly…PASS OUT…My head reels…My eyes water…and then…



Nothingness.



" Tare….?" Xander asks again…from somewhere far from where I’m at….



TBC…

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" Tremble!" - Gacknar

[Sassette]

After spending the weekend sitting half-naked on your lap, I think I have the hang of when you need coffee *shrug*



And that was just ... spooky. Spookier than the disembodied voice thing. I'm, ummm ... going to go hide now.



-Sass

[supermus]

Oooooh creepy. Icy-cold hand, classic horror. I'm thinking... vamp? But aren't they supposed to be room temperature? Hey, speaking of vamps, how come Spike's not at this popcorn party? He can't hang with the gang?

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Nothing gets in the way of fate. Not time, not space, not distance, no person or creature. Not even death. Eventually fate will bring them together."

-Excerpt from Katharyn's "The Sidestep Chronicle"

[Owl]

And behold the evil that is wiccachica....

No answers, only more scariness.... (Not actually complaining, though, except...)



Pixie... My arm! I kinda need my arm! Oof! and the rest of you cuddlepuddlers, too!

Chica, it's getting... a bit... tense.. in here....

(and I'm loving every minute of it)

[wiccachica]

Sass...No need to hide...here's a nice safe lap right here.... and I've even brought my own espresso roast coffee grinder....



Supermus... Spike is not at the party for reasons you will soon learn... I enjoy writing his character...so I wouldn't let him stray too far.



Unidagger... You think I would do that to you??? Scare you so...??? I'm a lamb...a fuzzy kitten...a cotton ball....harmless....(boo-muhahahaha)



Owl... Me? Evil? You think I'm evil? (then my job is done) I'll keep the suspence coming for at least another part so you can get your cuddle time in.



-chica

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" Tremble!" - Gacknar

[Grimaldi]

very cool update. a little creeped out about the last part though.

"All these people are completely fucked. Metaphorically speaking, that is."



"Well I geuss we'll have to roshambo for it"



"Okay that's it, both of you go to your rooms and spank yourselves"

[Drakkenfyre]

Okay, let's face you are evil, first you melt my poor little brain and I do mean little, then you give us Happy Smiles ending and now cold, icy arm thing- that's it stick a fork in me I'm done!!! I can't take it, I'm too young to die!!!

"We few, we happy few."
"We band of buggered."

[Sassette]

"Sass...No need to hide...here's a nice safe lap right here.... and I've even brought my own espresso roast coffee grinder...."



Hmmm ... I sense ... an ulterior motive.



*shrug* Oh, well. *hops back into wiccachica's lap*



-Sass