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Player Name: Val
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Character Name: Dawn Summers
Character Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

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[The icon shows Dawn surrounded by wilderness.]

Diary of an Expedition: The Barrier. Part 3.

Three days into our journey, we still have not reached the barrier. The climate is pleasant; we have been blessed to be spared by rain. Today's lunch consists of preserves and fish from a nearby stream. They appear to be trout, but as I never went fishing, I really cannot say.

Last night, we were surprised by a bear at the camp. We chased it away by banging pots. It might have been looking for food. Sorry, bear, but you'll have to catch your own. You're programmed to do it, it can't be that hard. Lazy bastard.

While fishing (and let me tell you, that was not an easy task for a suburban girl like me), I observed a pair of squirrels facing off. It was kind of cute in a gruesome way. They really went down and dirty with it. Luckily both came out of it alive, so no squirrels were harmed in this process. Today.

I would also like to inform you that corn meal, water, and wild blackberries roasted over a campfire do not a tasty impromptu treat make. Especially since whatever herb we picked to put in the mixture, it was decidedly not peppermint. One can only hope it is not poisonous.

This is the end of today's report. If nothing more exciting happens today, you shall get another update tomorrow. If no report comes forth, I can be presumed to have been eaten by bears or poisoned myself.

Have a nice day,

~ D.S.

[HI EVERYONE HERE IS DAWN also the "we" is totally a lie, she's out there alone. She just thought it would sound cooler. ~~And perhaps make Buffy-strangling less likely.~~]

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"And it smells. Like olives and disappointment and failure."

Oh, Jack had TRIED to play nice with Spike. They'd been too alike in all the wrong ways in the end.

[Yeah, and it was hilarious.]

Olives? I really don't think he eats olives, as a rule.

"It must be one of life's great mysteries then, Dawnie. I personally try not to dwell on what that poor sod eats -- long as it isn't ME, I'm good."

Or maybe you just mis-smelled.

".....Is that a thing that happens?"

Sure! I mean, I could swear you smell like something died on you more often than not, but I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.

[Nah, she's just being nasty. Buffy would never come within a ten-foot radius of him if he smelled.]

"You mean my piratical musk? I've heard it's magnetically attractive to the ladies. Intoxicating, even. Bewitching.

You, however -- if I recall rightly, you smell like waffles."