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Buffy is gonna kill her.

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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A dishes-doing pirate. Now I've seen everything.

But seriously, Buffy. Do you want to?

...Summers women don't have the best track record with marital bliss.

[ i'd rather not jinx what i have. ]

So? It's not like you're doomed or something. That's just fatalistic.

[Sighs.]

But... I don't know. He reminds me of Spike. He's a Spike-type. That doesn't sound like super great marriage material.

He's...

[ what? gentler? kinder? no more 'better', perhaps. but she never feared the same consuming lust that came with spike. it's a complex matter. ]

You're not exactly wrong.

But? There must be a but.

He has a boat. He named it after...mom. Well -- half after mom.

[ of course he could also have maybe named it after the imaginary daughter jack's occasional madness conjured into existence in his brain. but buffy prefers to focus on the terribly bittersweet notion that the man had paid tribute to joyce summers, instead. ]

And he tells great stories. And I'm pretty sure he's killed, y'know, less than most of my other boyfriends. So that's always a plus.

... that's sweet, but.

[She gulps.]

Spike helped me when I wanted to resurrect mom. And killed less is still killed.

Spike still...[ no. she won't say it. can't say it. refuses to say it.

she's made her peace -- as much as one can -- with spike. she's watched him burn. she hasn't forgiven him, per se, but... ]

This isn't really a conversation worth shouting across a book for. Sure I can't maybe come track you down in the woods? Maybe talk about this over some 'smores?

[Grumbles.]

As long as you don't get on my case, or drag me back.

No dragging. Slayer's honour. But I am taking one of the swords. And bug spray. Did you pack bug spray?

[ she rushes through her words, as if she's glad to talk about any menial little detail that doesn't involve defining her relationship with sparrow. ]

Please. I'm way too hardcore for that.

[Welp, no. She didn't.]

You're covered in bites, aren't you?

[ ... ] It must be hell. You are in bug hell. [ time to do the habitual thing and save you, dawnie. ]

Nnnooo. I defeat the bugs. I roast the bugs for breakfast.

...Oh, please tell me this is typical Dawntastic bravado because ew. I'm also packing you some toothpaste.

[ cue the sound of a tube being tossed into a bag. ]

I have toothpaste! And it wouldn't be any use without a toothbrush! Which I also have.

Just pack the ingredients for the 'smores, okay? Those are what counts.

I will, of course, require a heading -- where are you, even?

[ or maybe she should borrow jack's nifty little compass thingy. that's always helpful. ]

Uhh. I just kinda went north. More or less straight north.

[ y-yeah. better take the compass. even directions as simple as those leave her feeling a little...flummoxed. ]

If I'm not there in...soonish? Send a search party. You know, for the both of us.

... do I have to come and get you?

[Dawn is pretty sure she could, at least. After all, she's the nerdy one between the two of them.]

I've lived here for ages. I don't think I need...[ yeah. she'd probably need her new feather baby sister's help. dammit. and at some point she would have to explain the part where dawn had been here once before -- a long long time ago. ]

No matter. Me? I've got a magical compass on my side. You'll see.

[ and so the pockets the item and heads for the door. ]

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Magical compass? You've got to show me that!

... uhm. I really hope you'll find here. I don't want to you to get lost and eaten by bears. Or stung to death by hornets.

Puh-lease. I've fought bears before.

[ bear. a bear. singular. and it wasn't really like fighting a real bear and...

well. no matter. give it a few hours and buffy comes a-striding along with a small wooden box cradled in her palms. she seems to be consulting it often and -- sure enough -- she glances up at the lost possible minute to find dawn and her little solitary encampment.

the slayer doesn't look all that surprised. at least not to the casual observer. but those who know and love her well can see the slight relief flood her expression and the softening at the edges of her severe look. ] You've managed quite the -- uh -- hike.

Hey!

[Dawn turns to her from her seat at the campfire and waves, smiling brightly. Then she decides to get up and give her sister a bear hug (haha) after all.]

You didn't get eaten!

Getting eaten sits at about -- oh -- number four on my list of things to avoid, you know. [ she tugs the sister into her arms and offers her a firm (but non-rib-breaking) kind of hug. but not before dropping a backpack of necessary supplies onto the needle-strewn ground. ] When you left a note about being gone, Dawn, I kinda didn't anticipate you'd be going full on Survivorman.

Survivorwoman!

[Dawn rubs Buffy's back a few times before drawing back and coming face to face with her sister.]

Hey, a trip to the unknown needs to be done in style!

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