post "After-Life"

[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Whisper in a dead man's ear...]

It's a strange thing, really, to open a door that's supposed to lead to your house, only to have it open into a place you'd forgotten about; a place that you thought you'd only dreamed...

A place you'd mixed in with your memories of a place you think was Heaven.

A place you thought you'd never come back to.



It's with a slight sense of relief, with a biting edge of pain of the fact that she'd forgotten all about this place when she was out there, being raised from the dead (still feels like she's dead) that she steps into Milliways.

And more than a little relief that she's served a chicken salad and a diet coke without so much as saying it - she'd just been thinking it, really, whispering it under her breath - that she takes to one of the comfortable chairs by the fireplace, and curls in, just glad to get away from 'home' for the minute.

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[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

The young woman curled up in a chair by the fireplace offers a polite smile... "Hello."

[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

Even with a piece of lettuce protruding from her lip, Buffy smiles back though there's not a lot of warmth in it.

"Hey. Is it a morning for girls to curl up by the fire, then?"

[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I just did not feel like sleeping... and took a seat here." She offers a small hand of slender fingers. "I am Serena."

No, she is not cold. Or even chilly.

[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

Buffy really wouldn't care much either way at the minute. She could be dripping sludge or be made of Kryptonite and she wouldn't notice.

"Buffy Summers. Pleased to meet you."

[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

"You come from modern earth as well... as many others..." Not really a question, just faintly amused that most people seem to be from there and then.

[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

She nods.

"Me and about 3 billion others, though I don't think that many come here. There'd be a serious population problem if we did."

She takes a sip of her soda.

"Not to mention the amount of asskicking we'd need to do."

[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

"Asskicking? How come?"

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

"Buffy."

It is a word laced with relief and with welcome.

A word spoken by a (familiarly?)white robed man.

Magius smiles as he sees her.

[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

She looks up from the bowl of salad, and almost startles at Giles - but then again, she's done that the times she's spoken with Magius anyway.

So she doesn't startle.

She offers him the smallest of smiles.

"Long time no see."

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

His eyes take that in and he sits, going slightly quiet.

"It has, indeed, been some time. How have you been, Buffy?"

His voice may sligthly betray a hint of worry, though he keeps most of it out. He and Hank had spoken before, at length, on her absence.

[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

"Well," she says, trying to be bright about the whole thing, "I'm not dead anymore."

Whihc of course dissolves almost as soon as she finishes talking.

"It worked; my friends brought me back, and well, what can I say?"

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

Magius blinks, then nods.

"Ah. Are you okay? I have been ressurrected before. It was... disconcerting."

There may be a slight whiteness to his eyes. Memories of those days after tyhe first ressurrection are not easy for him.


And the mun never really considered the similarities of some things here

[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm fine. The whole not-dead thing makes living so much easier..." she frowns. "I- there was the whole- thing. With the grave and there was..."

She swallows, hard.

"Yeah. I'm fine."


This mun claims lack of knowledge re: Magius' canon. Alas.

[finn-beginagain.livejournal.com]

Riley is sitting in one of the big comfy chairs and munching on some french fries and thinking to himself. It had been a while since he had been back to Milliway's and well...Bar made the best French Fries. He looked around for a moment and then smiled a bit when he saw Buffy come through the door. He gives her a slight wave.

[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

She's mostly Not Looking, but the wave catches her eyes, and then it's Riley and she even manages a smile when she waves back at him.

"Hey, stranger," she says, quietly enough.

[finn-beginagain.livejournal.com]

"Haven't seen you around the bar lately. Although, I'll admit, I haven't been around much myself." Riley cocked his head to the side, "I've missed Bar's french fries."

[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

"There are like, a gazillion McDonald's in the world and you come here for the fries?" she asks, eyebrow raised. "And yeah, I've been off being... not dead. It's kind of fun. You? Off being all commando guy somewhere?"

[finn-beginagain.livejournal.com]

Riley thought for a moment, a hand absent mindedly going to his neck as if remembering what happened when he was caught, "Yeah..."

[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

Her hand reaches to touch his.

"Riley, it's fine."

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Knox entered the Bar, pretty much looking for a drink and some quiet and maybe some warm air.

Instead he sees a face that he hasn't seen in a while. And smiles. Smiles more than he expected to, or knows.

"Buffy!"

[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

She really wishes smiles were infectious.

They always are, at least a little. The corners of her mouth go up, and she raises a hand.

"Hey, Alex. Long time no- well, anything."

This is not the same bouncy girl he saw last.

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

He really wasn't expecting more of a greeting. But it would have been nice.

"Yeah, it's been ages. I haven't seen you since...that whole thing with the music?" He heads over, tossing his coat and hat on a nearby chair. "How are you?"

[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

If she could muster the energy to be anything other than morose right now, he'd have gotten a hug. It's there in spirit. We promise.

"Yeah. Did you know they turned it into a chicken? The demon-thing? Chicken. Really."

She clears her throat.

"I'm not dead anymore," blasé. Unspoken, 'I still feel kinda dead, though.'

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"A chicken?" That bring more smile to his face. "No, I didn't know. See, this is why they need me on the newspaper."

It takes a second to assimilate that last bit of news, though. And it takes another second to get that the smile he thought he would feel at hearing this isn't going to be there.

"Oh. Well, er, you look great. Um, not that you didn't look great before but..." Flail, Knox, flail. "Er, mind if I join you?"

[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

"I swear. Right in front of my eyes. This little purple-haired girl. It was kind of... weirder than pretty much anything I've ever seen, and I've seen some pretty weird things."

Her face softens a little at his flailing.

"Thank you. And yes. I look pretty good for a corpse." She waves a hand at the seat closest. "Join away."