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[blessingone]

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[Ever since Shirley disappeared to another dimension, Fenimore hasn't been getting much sleep. The previous night hasn't been an exception, as she spends most of it tossing in her bed. Eventually, in the wee hours of the morning before it's even light out--possibly even just a few minutes before everyone returns from the Closed Space and she could stop worrying--she gives up.

Throwing on some clothes, she leaves the house to start wandering the village, keeping to the roads. She's not entirely sure what she expects to accomplish by doing so. She's come to the conclusion that Shirley has probably been mallynapped and the only other possibility she can think of is that Shirley was kidnapped by a villager. In either case, she isn't going to be able to help her any by walking through the streets in the dark, but she has spent the storm day yesterday cooped up in the house surrounded by people who were fretting just as much as she was, in their varied ways. She didn't want to spend any more time sitting in the kitchen, wondering what Shirley would be doing if she were still there.

Early dawn finds on a bench in the village centre. It seems four nights of little, restless sleep had caught up to her. She's asleep, with her head resting on her open journal, her legs curling slightly, and her arms crossing across her chest. Too tired to notice the light that filters through the clouds today, she'll be asleep either until mid-morning or until someone interrupts her.]

[Accidental "Voice"]

[It seems that before she fell asleep, she was debating asking whether such a silent mallynap as this one was normal--the only ones she had encountered were either the loud ones that made it over the journal or one that had involved a smashed window. So, with the journal half-ready for an intentional post, it doesn't take much for it to accidentally turn on in her sleep as they are wont to do.

This results in an extreme close-up of Fenimore's face and, due to the proximity, a fairly loud rendition of the normal slow breathing of someone who is fast asleep. At least she's not snoring.

The page also looks like it's getting wet, though the actual moisture is not transmitted any more than the actual ink in an ink spill would be in more standard written transmissions. Since it's not raining today, that water must be coming from Fenimore. Perhaps...tears?

...But a closer examination of its source will easily determine that it's just a little drool as she breathes open-mouthed on her journal-pillow. Her eyes are dry and there's no sign that she's upset at all as she drifts in peaceful unconsciousness.

To anyone who wakes her up, I apologise in advance. Fretting over her best friend + four nights of restless sleep = a very rude and cranky Fenimore. ...Correction: a ruder and crankier Fenimore.]

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[markofthewise]

[REALLY! Is this what Luceti has been reduced to. Sokka was heading into work early since one of his coworkers stopped showing up and the other silently kidnapped. And now... now there are people sleeping on benches. SO he not so quietly rants to himself from a distance.]

Why does no one ever read the guide! The housing is free! There's a welcome center right over there. Oi! [Forehead slapping is go. Ow, that hurt. Guess he was going to have to go inform this newbie of how things were around here. The things he puts up with... well, walking on over now.]

[Action]

[blessingone]

[This is probably not going to go well. But, for the moment, she's not really moving much. One arm shifts just slightly, but that's about it.]

[Action]

[markofthewise]

[And with his RIGHTEOUS INDIGNATION IN FULL SWING, he taps her lightly on the shoulder and whispers.]

Psst. Hey. Wake up.

[Action]

[blessingone]

[Well, it's enough to get her on the way to waking up, but at first she just tries to scoot away from the tapping and mumbles something. It's probably along the lines of "go away", but since she's still half-asleep it comes out more as:] Wargble.

[Action]

[markofthewise]

[A bit of a shove on the shoulder this time.]

Hey. Lady. You're on a bench.

[Action] 1/2

[blessingone]

[That'll be enough! She'll open her eyes.] Whas--?

[Action]

[blessingone]

[Luckily, though she hasn't entirely processed what he said, it's enough that she does register that she fell asleep outside and it's not that there's a strange man in her bedroom. Thus, instead of screaming and shoving him, that'll instead just be a gasp and an instantaneous attempt to shoot backwards away from him. Which in this case means smashing her head into the back of the bench and rebounding slightly.] Ow! [And her eyes are shut again, but that's in a wince as she clutches her head and curls up a bit more.]

[Action]

[markofthewise]

[Ow, that looks like it hurt. Maybe he should have carried her to a bed or couch like a man. Oh well, too late for that now.]

You okay?

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[blessingone]

[Well, she'd probably have woken up and thought she was being kidnapped if he had done that, so.]

What does it look like? Owwww. [She starts to sit up.]

[action] guess who can handle both rude and cranky!

[herotypical]

[Being back to fighting fit means that the Slayer has less need for sleep. Therefore, dawn sees her returning rather casually from a moderately uneventful (and as such, non-successful) patrol. Her scythe is angled jauntily over her shoulder and she is so keen on getting home.

But Buffy sees the body on the bench and perhaps she wants it to be the portent of some disaster; after all, strange murders have really become common over the past few months. Feeling tense, she crouches and gently reaches out to the young woman's shoulder.

There doesn't appear to be any wounds. Hmm.]

[action] ...santa claus?

[blessingone]

[Gee, sorry to not be dead. A touch to the shoulder mightn't be enough for her to wake immediately, but it does get her a few levels closer to awake, so Buffy will be greeted by a half-asleep, half-hearted attempt to bat away whatever was touching her shoulder with one arm. But her aim is atrocious like this so even if Buffy stays still the arm may miss entirely and just flop over.]

[action] yes. santa claus. you win!

[herotypical]

[Common sense would suggest that this is simply someone who is peacefully asleep on a village bench in fairly acceptable weather. Maybe it wasn't California levels of nice on this particular dawning day, but it wasn't a snowstorm either.

Sadly, common sense is occasionally the one ingredient missing from Buffy's consideration. Maybe, she thinks, there is some horribly upsetting reason why this person has decided to conk out without shelter. Or maybe some kind of evil whammy is involved. She is so desperate to be useful that she is going to turn herself into a nuisance to do it.

Gripping a degree or two more tightly, Buffy continues to disturb the sleeper.] Hey, snore-girl. Are you okay? [Okay. So she may not be snoring, but Buffy's spur of the moment nicknames are both cheap and indiscrminate.

Her reflexes allow her to quickly and efficiently catch the flopping arm with her free hand. Not that one particularly needed superhuman reflexes to stop that somnambulatory attack.]

[action] yaaaay! do I get a pony?

[blessingone]

[Being blonde saves Buffy from another...well, easily blocked attack, since the same grogginess that makes her forget that she's not in her room which should not have anyone else in it also makes her forget that blonde does not equal Ferines in this world.

Instead, when she opens her eyes, there's just a moment of uncertain blinking before the whole "I am outside and being woken by a stranger well, not exactly a stranger but Fenimore's not recognizing her from their over-the-journal communication back in December, or from watching that meeting earlier in the year" thing sinks in. Then she'll attempt to scoot back to get a bit more space.] What...?

[action] you get five ponies!

[herotypical]

[Mmhm. Buffy is also unlikely to remember having ever spoken to this person before. December was actually a somewhat happy time, after all. Details of December are obscured by attempts to remember Kirk, instead.

She initially goes for a reassuring smile--small, but warm. Even if Buffy found her patrol a little boring, there's no denying her significant relief at finding the sleeper to be, by appearances, relatively unharmed.]

I said are you alright? 'Cause you don't exactly look like a hobo and they tend to have the park-bench-bed market pretty heavily monopolized.

[action] 1/2

[blessingone]

...A what-bo? [She grew up in a place too small and poor to afford its own hobos, so the word is pretty much a mystery for her.]

[action] glee and sparkles!

[blessingone]

[But, moment of confusion passed, she begins to sit up and shake her head, returning the time-honoured tone and phrase that indicates that the speaker is actually pretty angry.] I'm fine.

[action] but not the blood-sucking kind!

[herotypical]

[Buffy rocks back on her heels, balancing her palms on her hips.]

Fine? Yeah right. And I'm an Arabian princess. With five palaces and an army of peacocks. People who are fine don't play the camping game sans-tent and sans-sleeping bag.

[action] so far as you know.

[blessingone]

...What? [She understood some of those words, but until she's more awake, she's not going to be able to put them together to figure out the other ones.]

[antisilent.livejournal.com]

[Sleeping, you say? Mr. I live outside now that I don't have a little girl at my house anymore Saijo will see this too. And... not wake her up. Far from it, he actually stands next to her. And watches her sleep like the Cullen he is for the time being. He considers sigma-ing her dreams]

it's really hard to make yellow not blinding here

[blessingone]

[Though there are a few other colours mixed in, her Shinen is mostly yellow. It seems she is having a good dream. If he chooses to sigma her at this time, even with the normal words-only he'll probably get a fairly good idea of what she's dreaming about.

With blessings in my right hand, Magical Fenimore!

With hope in my left hand, Miracle Thyra!

Receiving the divine protection of the sea, born here from the Magcal Marineland!

Bad children who do wrong, please drown in the ocean and vanish!

Outwardly, though, she doesn't stir.]

Oh I see...

[antisilent.livejournal.com]

[HE DOES INDEED SIG-MA he dream, watching the words and colors play out. It frankly makes him smile with something like affection. A good dream, it seems. He almost moves to touch her, but thinks better of it, instead just standing there, continuing to use sig-ma, watching for changes. He's done with with Natsuki a few times]

[blessingone]

[And does Natsuki know you're watching dreams with another woman?

..............caught you, mr. butterfly!
............................................................golden butterflies
won't escape!.............................................teriques at bridge?
.............................................................................so many

.........you'll give her back
....................................or we'll take her by force!

..... so fast!
....................................can't give up
................. magical ice!

]

[antisilent.livejournal.com]

[Teriques, hmm? Interesting...

But hey man, what Natsuki doesn't know don't hurt nobody]

[blessingone]

[Especially with the same sort of word structure as Ferines and Orerines.

........................................didn't work!
.................he's tough
.................................have to stop the butterfly cloud

......thyra!................................double attack!
......thyra!..get behind him!

......magicalfire!........fever!miracle
......magicalfire!........fever!miracle

..........should know better than to cross magical☆miracle!

..................................... what?
.......................a trap!
...............................a hidden butterfly
....walter what have you done?...behind
....walter what have you done?
..knew it would be trouble...........................look out!

She stirs just a little and her eyebrows start to bunch together, though she's still fast asleep. It seems that the dream is taking a less happy turn as her Shinen becomes more green than yellow.]

[antisilent.livejournal.com]

[Oh, conflict. As he watches this mass of words and feelings, he tries to form a visual picture in his own head. The issue is that he doesn't know what this Walter nor Thyra looks like. He runs on the assumption that both must be blonde though, so. Hmm...]