( video ) the most hesitant of posts... also the rustiest of the muses.

[kissingmenow]

So... Wings, huh? That's new. [ Don't let the awkwardness fool you, Luceti; Tara's kind of having a mini mental breakdown here. ] Anyone feel like telling me where I am and how I got here? Because this definitely isn't Sunnydale and that's kind of where I'm supposed to be.







Player Name: Jenny
Are you new?: Y!
Character Name: Tara Maclay
Character Fandom: Buffyverse.

Comments

RIGHT characters have journals here. oops.

[kissingmenow]

Okay. [ But the sooner, the better.

She glances around for a moment and then -- ] There's a kinda large-ish building nearby? [ She turns her journal around, even though she's still not sure how it works, in hopes it capturing a picture of the battle dome. ] Does that help?

it takes some getting used to! luceti is so medieval. they used to not have electricity.

[herotypical]

[ a wide grin breaks out on her feed. perhaps her optimism seems out of place but it's...a relief. to know where someone is. to not be flying blind. ]

A-ha! You're only a hop and a skip and jump away. As well as a brief jog.

how do they even-- actually, two other games i'm in doesn't have electricity, either, so.

[kissingmenow]

That's good. [ Hearing and being able to see Buffy is nice, sure, but actually having her nearby would be even better. She turns the journal around again. ] I'll just... stay here, then, and wait for you?

[herotypical]

...I can talk while I walk. If you still want the company, that is.

[kissingmenow]

Company would be nice. I mean, I'm talking to other people and they count as company, too, but... Familiar company is a little better. [ Because it'll help keep her calmer. ]

[herotypical]

Familiar company -- [ she indulges the repetition. glad for it. ] -- is definitely better.

[kissingmenow]

[ She smiles a little and nods. Then her brow furrows slightly and she tilts her head just a bit. ] Your hair looks different. How long have you been here?

[herotypical]

[ the front door closes and she's...walking. ]

Hmm. The honest answer? Three. Years. Three years.

[kissingmenow]

[ Tara's smile disappears completely now, a look of shock taking its place. ] T-three years? But... how? How is that possible?

[herotypical]

How is anything in our lives possible?

Magic. I think. That or really really really advanced tech.