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The Graveyard, Friday Evening

Yeah, yeah, so technically this wasn't her job yet (and might never be, but shut up), but one of Kennedy's two classes this week had been cancelled and she had some extra energy to work off. Besides, who was going to stop her?

So, in the graveyard, a stake in her back pocket and her crossbow slung over her shoulder, patrolling like the Slayer was supposed to do. Aspiring much, Potential? So far, and this was making her a little cranky, absolutely nothing -- except for random Christmas ornaments. What. The. Hell.

All things considered, this was probably not one of Kennedy's better ideas (there were so many of those), but she wasn't about to go back on it now. Even if it was cold. Dammit.

[[i've been meaning to do this for a while, since

sonofmogh said i should. and i haven't gotten to play all day, so... open and all that. seemed like a good time.]]

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It was like routine: Buffy got to Fandom, Buffy patrolled Fandom. Hey, no one said there had to be much to the routine, and anyway she never expected to find anything to kill, so here we were.

And here was someone else. In the graveyard. And it wasn't Mel. Huh.

"Nice night for some time in the cemetery," Buffy greeted her.

Kennedy was never going to live down the way she jumped before she spun at the sound of the voice. Ever.

"Oh. Yeah," she said slowly once that whole breathing thing had kicked in again. "The, uh, the view's great from here."

At night. In the dark. You know. Totally great view.

This was so going to come back to bite her in the ass in a few years.

"Uh huh. Imagine how high you would have jumped if the dead had risen," she said, patting a tombstone. Well, she thought it was a joke. "Shame I don't have my camera."

"The lighting here's not that good," Kennedy retorted, her left eyebrow twitching upward in the preliminary sign of going into bitchface mode. "I wasn't expecting anybody else alive to show up here. I hear that's not such a great idea."

When ~~you make yourself look stupid~~ all else fails, try to talk tough. Yeah. That was gonna work real well.

"Yeah, there's no action here," Buffy told her. "Or, there hasn't been that I've seen. But it's a great place to get homework done without interruption."

She'd done some in the past, really!

"You do this kind of thing a lot then?" Kennedy asked, bitchface temporarily delayed by curiosity.

Buffy sighed the sigh of someone who craved a night off... and then promptly wet back on patrol when she got one. "Little bit. Hi. Buffy Summers. I slay things."

Never got weird admitting that upfront like that.

"Things like the dead rising in the graveyard?"

And somewhere in New York, Constance was beating her head into a wall, most likely. She hadn't let Kennedy pester the Slayer's name out of her, but Rose had mentioned it.

"Buffy. Wait. You're the Slayer?" Kennedy probably had no business sounding that skeptical when she was the shorter one. "No freaking way."

"Well it's good to see everyone still knows me," Buffy said with a touch of dryness. "And yeah, I slay those, but usually I find them wandering around town. Maybe I should have put bells on the tombstones. Like an early warning system."

"Heard of you. Sort of. So far I haven't run into any of them, though." It was still kind of a letdown. Kennedy snorted and stuck a hand into her jacket pocket, coming up with a handful of jingle bells. "Place seems to be equipped for that sort of thing today. Crazy-ass island."

"Ahhh, so the alumni get invited to witness Fandom be wacky," she said knowingly. "I'm sure it's to remind us of how much we missed it."

But it didn't involve making out with Spike, so she'd take it.

"Who're you, by the way?"

"It's like psycho holiday cheer around here this week. Name's Kennedy." She shifted the strap of her crossbow on her shoulder. "New kid here, but you probably got that part. Does anything ever happen in here?"

Yes, she was whining a little bit. She was good at that.

"When you least expect it," Buffy assured her. "Like when you're just going about your business and wham! Zombies all over. Keeps things unpredictable."

"Everyone keeps telling me that." Yes, still kind of grumblyface here. "But I've been here four months and all we've gotten attacked by so far was giant vegetables. Figures I'd miss the zombies."

Huh. "Giant vegetables? Really?"

Kennedy made a face and leaned against a gravestone. "It was kinda lame. Plus, that much tomato juice? Hell on shoe leather."

"At least it's easier to get out of fabric than blood?" Notice how she didn't even question having his conversation with someone she'd never met before.

Yeah, even in the middle of no, seriously, you're the Slayer? Kennedy couldn't help geeking out about this conversation. In a completely not-geeky-at-all-please way.

"True. I mean, you would know, right? I mean, Sunnydale, Hellmouth, serious bad going down all the time."

There might be easier ways to let on to people that you knew that stuff, but please.

"Oh, so that's famous too," Buffy assumed. "Or... are you from there or something?" Maybe she was like that Andrew kid who stared at her in class, and Buffy just didn't recognize her.

"Psht, no, I'm from New York," Kennedy said with the slightly condescending tone of an East Coast kid who knows her state is better than yours. "But come on. Look where I'm hanging out. I've heard of Sunnydale, and some of the totally BS news stories that come out of there. Call it a hobby of mine."

"Do you read Weekly World News, too?" Buffy wondered. You know Sunnydale showed up in there at least once.

"...sometimes?" What? It made her Watcher facepalm.

Buffy nodded. "You're in the right place," she decided.

"Kinda like to think I am." Kennedy hooked her thumbs into her pockets and laughed. Wow, she was going to have to call Constance about this. "It worked out for you?"

"Pretty much. Back to the Hellmouth now, but this place never got boring." And it'd just get better.

One minute Mel had been exploring the Western Air Temple and after walking through one weird looking door she found herself falling through the air and at a rather high height.

Fortunately Mel has a long history of landing safely on her face. Which she did just now.

"Owwww," she groaned as she rolled over. "Rutting hell. Why is it always my face?"

A few moments later, there was another person falling through the air above her. "--ELLLL?!?!?! Me-- AAAAAAAAUGH!"

He tried waving his arms around as if he were swimming, but didn't really expect that to help. Hopefully, he'd manage to not land on Mel's head.

Yeah, that would mean that Mel had some sort of luck. Which she really didn't.

"OW!" came the muffled grunt beneath Sokka. "Get off!"

"Sorry!!!"

Sokka clambered to his feet in a tangle of limbs, and then promptly fell over again on the soft ground next to Mel. "What just HAPPENED?"

Mel looked around as she rubbed her head and sighed. Oh yeah, she knew this graveyard. "We're in Fandom. No doubt something spun happened and sent us here."

Sokka joined her in the head-rubbing (his own, not hers), and looked around. "Is it time for the Homecoming dance or something? Because if not, I really don't think I want to know why we're here."

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