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At the Opening to the Sewers, Saturday Afternoon

After checking his voicemail and finding a call from Mel, Xander made the lamest - and sadly most believable - excuse ever, to ditch his mom back at his apartment: going out for doughnuts.

Then he made some calls. To some people. Who'd already gotten some calls of their own. And then he waited.

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[OOC: congregatey check-in post for the intrepid vampire fighters, for extreme slowplay in some cases, since some of them are afk. Open! And that they were there is fine for broadcast, why is sekrit!]

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But not weapons check-in. You can so keep those.

Willow came up, carrying a bag of various anti-vampire materials. "You know, the people we care about need to stop having relationships with vampires. Sure, some of them aren't so bad but really it has yet to end out snuggly."

"My Buffy's kind of...okay no, I'm physically incapable of saying that word about Spike." Xander brought an axe this time, and his fingers twitched on the handle as they waited for the others.

"What is it with Spike?" Willow asked. "He seems to be pretty popular with the various forms of us. Which I guess means he's not snacking on anyone so yay for that? Maybe?"

"It's understandable, I guess? I mean he's strong and mysterious, and sorta... compact but well-muscled?"

"You're still dating Bridge, Xander," Willow reminded him.

"Who is also compact but well-muscled, and comes with the advantage of not being an obnoxious son of a bitch. I'm just saying I have...eye, that's all."

"I'm just saying there are things not to say in places where boyfriends have ears," Willow replied. Which is why she kept her opinions of the relative attractiveness of vampires they knew to herself.

"He always has ears," Xander pointed out, glancing over to where Bridge was trying to pick up a trail. "I like that about him. The ear-having."

"I thought it was the arm-having," Willow teased.

"I enjoy many of his parts."

"Details can stop now."

"There are no details," Xander said sadly, with a tiny shudder. "Not this weekend. There is only a guest room filled with my mother."

Willow gasped. "That wasn't a hallucination? You can come stay at my place."

Old instincts about such matters died hard.

"And this is why your the best BFF ever. But believe it or not, I think she'd notice I was gone, in this case."

"And this is why you're the best BFF ever. But believe it or not, I think she'd notice I was gone, in this case."

"I could do a spell?" Willow suggested. Not that she knew what kind would help in this situation, but she wanted to offer her services if Xander needed them.

"I'm thinking we should keep magic and my parents about as far as it's possible to be from each other and still share a galaxy."

"Good point," Willow admitted. "Especially given their trick of being able to make a case of Sam Adams disappear."

It was a good thing Zuko had actually picked up the telephone this time so he came stomping over to the meeting point, quietly grumbling about insane not-girlfriends.

Dawn was prepared, if worried, plus she kept glancing backwards over her shoulder, as if expecting Buffy to show up at any moment. Hey, it kept her mind off the fact that Harth had kidnapped and tortured her, not to mention concussions and arm breakage. "Mel can handle herself. Yup. Um. Can we go?"

"She wanted me to keep you out of it," Xander said quietly. And here he was, clearly doing that. Yes.

"I'm not going to be that kind of Watcher," she said, clutching her stake tightly. "No matter what."

"No, you're not," he agreed. "Don't think Mel thinks you are either, though - she was just worried about you because of what happened last time."

"I don't want this to become the bad parts of Sunnydale," she told him, equally quietly. "And Mel shouldn't be alone."

"Right there with you."

"So. Ready for this to suck?" She couldn't help thinking it was suddenly feeling an awful lot like May.

"Are you kidding? I'm always ready for... you know, there is no way for this sentence to end well."

The side of her mouth quirked up. "No, kinda not."

Sam was right behind Dawn, not willing to let her get involved in this without being at her side.

After talking to Xander, Dawn very quietly walked over to stand next to Sam, reaching for his hand, but not letting her weapons down. She just needed to borrow his strength for a few minutes, that was all.

Sam was more than happy to share strength, and gave Dawn's hand a gentle squeeze. "Are you going to be okay?" he asked. He wasn't going to tell her not to go, as much as he might have been thinking it.

"Tougher than I look," she squeezed his hand back, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

"You totally are. And I've got your back, all the way," Sam promised. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

"Same goes."

Sam gave her a quick grin. "I feel safer already."

"That's sweet. A big, honking lie, but sweet." She kissed him on the cheek. "Remember, wood and decapitation, not bullets. Won't work."

"I know," Sam said, but he appreciated the reminder nonetheless. "You've taught me well."

"Dork," she said fondly.

"Your dork," Sam corrected her.

"Yup." She laid her head against his arm. "All mine."

Bridge is here and he's got his sword. He's left the sidearm at home since he knows from experience that the sword will work better.

Bridge ~~who is afk until the evening and modded with permission~~ takes off a glove to look for signs of Mel, and/or vampires, as people head down into the darkness.

"This way (http://cantjossme.livejournal.com/25632.html), guys," Bridge says, having picked up Mel's trail.

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