[Location: Taxon Streets, the Wilde/Central-ish Portion]/[Voice] Turn Left

[aworldenchanted]

Tara's had her first full day back at work. It was quiet, and calming, and she feels a little better for having something to do. She's been working on herbs, magical and mundane, principally for Morgana, who she genuinely hopes is healing herself. She hasn't looked up Morgana (or Cordelia or Rose) yet, giving them a bit of space and taking some for herself. Still, she's getting the shop back in order, expanding the inventory, and trying not to think about the fact she hasn't felt her magic since Sam had told her she could let go. It would come back - she just had to wait and trust it.

And if it didn't... she'd survive. Maybe a little broken, but she'd hang in there. There was a lot a person could learn to live with, if they have to.

She locks up and starts to head for home. She feels like walking; there's a small current of fear that doesn't leave her these days, but being around Extras is worse than walking by herself. It's a nice enough evening, a little cloudy and not too hot, and she could use the exercise, now that she feels stronger.

Of course, this is all lovely until the glitch hits.

Suddenly, Tara looks terrified. She doesn't know where she is, or how she got here, but she knows she is not where she is supposed to be. This is so very, very bad.

She fumbles through her pockets and finds a thing that looks sort of like a phone. She presses "talk," and says, "H-hello? Is a-anyone t-there?" Her stutter is thick, and her voice is quiet despite the panic; if she were less panicked, she would never dare to just talk on a strange phone, but when her family notices her gone, bad things will happen. And if anyone here finds out what she is -

- she needs to go home. Right away.

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[Location: Taxon Streets, the Wilde/Central-ish Portion]

[demonologist]

Wesley is out and about, close to his apartment, when he spots a very distressed looking woman standing on the street. She's talking into her tablet and he receives the voice message. Ever the gallant, he crosses the street to speak to her. He just misses being hit by a slow moving tram in his haste to offer assistance.

"Are you quite alright?"

[Location: Taxon Streets, the Wilde/Central-ish Portion]

[aworldenchanted]

"I... I'm l-lost. I don't know how I g-got here." She doesn't meet his eyes all the way, as if she expects him to be angry with her for being where she shouldn't, or for being stupid enough not to know how she arrived somewhere.

[Location: Taxon Streets, the Wilde/Central-ish Portion]

[demonologist]

"Ah. You must be a new arrival to the city." Wesley nods sagely and then tries to remember how his friends first helped fill him in. "My name is Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and I'm afraid you've been abducted to this dimension, the City of Taxon, by forces we are yet to determine. Possibly by some alien or magical means."

[Location: Taxon Streets, the Wilde/Central-ish Portion]

[aworldenchanted]

"....a-abducted?" She's a little pale. This is so many kinds of bad.

Voice;

[eaturbreakfast.livejournal.com]

Tara? What's wrong? Where are you? [Yes he does sound panicked because she sounds terrified]

[voice]

[aworldenchanted]

I... I d-d-don't know. Who is this?

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[eaturbreakfast.livejournal.com]

[Now he's gone from panicked to outright worried] It's Sam. Are you hurt?

[voice]

[aworldenchanted]

N-no, not hurt... I'm s-sorry, I don't know any Sam.

[Visual]

[tothelightshown.livejournal.com]

"Tara?"

It was Tara's voice, and it was coming from Tara's tablet, but the panic was definitely unfamiliar. DG had always admired Tara's unassuming strength and gentle composure. Maybe it was delayed shock? Or something else the Master had done?

A knot of hatred tightened in DG's chest. Hadn't he done enough? Wasn't he supposed to be imprisoned at the moment?

"Tara, it's DG. What happened?"

[Visual]

[aworldenchanted]

"Look, I d-don't know why I'm here, but I'll have f-folks looking for m-me back home." She's not holding the tablet at the best of angles - possibly she hasn't noticed the visual part yet. "J-just let me leave."

[Visual]

[tothelightshown.livejournal.com]

"Tara?"

This went far beyond post traumatic stress disorder. She was treating the tablet as if she'd never seen it before and she was looking at the city as if she'd only just arrived.

A glitch, then? Great.

"You don't recognise me, do you? I'm a prisoner too. We're all trapped here."

[Visual]

[aworldenchanted]

She turns the phone a little, movement catching her I. "I-- n-no, I'm sorry, I don't. I j-j-just got here." She's talking to so many strangers it's turning her stomach, but she's never going to get back on her own and she has to. Before anyone notices she's gone.

[ voice ]

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

Tara? Are you okay? [Obviously, after the ordeal that Tara's been through lately, Tara's not going to be as okay as she normally is, but this definitely sounds like something else to Buffy.]

[ voice ]

[aworldenchanted]

W-who is this? [Everyone knowing her name is not calming her down at all.] D-do you know why I'm here?

[ voice ]

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

It's Buffy. Your friend, Buffy? You don't remember me? [Oh jesus, this has to be a glitch, she's getting that sinking feeling already.]

[ voice ]

[aworldenchanted]

I'm s-s-sorry. I d-don't know...

[Whoever this girl is that they all think she is, she must have been very popular. Tara doesn't think this many people who aren't family have spoken to her in years.]

[visual]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor flips to visual immediately, worry on his face. Tara sounds frightened, and he doesn't know what's happened to her.

"Tara, are you all right?" he asks.

[visual]

[aworldenchanted]

She almost flinches, though she's at least figured out the visual feed now. "H-how does everyone know w-who I am? D-d-" It's hard to get out, and she's trying to stay soft and not be at all confrontational, but she's frustrated and scared. "-d-did you help get me here? P-please let me go. I don't have anything you w-want."

[visual]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor shakes his head. "No, no, no. Not you, Tara. They can't have done it to you, too."

He takes a breath. "I'm the Doctor. I'm your friend. Well, sort of. We're having a tiff right now. But I'm your friend, and I'm trying to get us all out of here."

[Location: Taxon Streets] girl who thinks she's a demon, meet the genuine article

[greenballadeer.livejournal.com]

Lorne's walking back to Osten after getting a haircut at one of those creepy Extra hair salons in Wilde. Definitely not as good as any haircut he used to be able to afford with Wolfram & Hart money.

Of course, being a big softy, he can't just ignore the terrified-seeming girl in the street ahead of him. She looks terribly lost - is she a new arrival who had no one to show her the ropes? He comes up behind her and gives her a gentle tap on the shoulder. "Anything I can do to help, sweetie?"

[Location: Taxon Streets] girl who thinks she's a demon, meet the genuine article

[aworldenchanted]

Her eyes get a little wide, which is not the normal Sunnydale reaction to a demon, it must be said. "I... I d-din't mean to b-be here. I didn't d-do it on purpose." On the other hand, she isn't running in terror, either, so that's something.

[Location: Taxon Streets]

[greenballadeer.livejournal.com]

"Of course you didn't, sweetheart. It's not your fault," Lorne says in his most soothing voice. "I'd offer to take you home, but I can't. It's all very Island of Dr. Moreau around here - we're all pretty much in the same boat as you. But I can help you find a safe place to settle down until we all figure out a way to get home."

[Location]

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

Kon is flying back to Titans Tower when he sees her. He doesn't know her, but she looks scared, and his job is to save people. If they're attractive damsels in distress, all the better. He flies down and hovers a little in front of her.

"Hey, what's wrong? I can help." He gives her a reassuring grin. "I'm a superhero."

[Location]

[aworldenchanted]

She's actually sitting on a curb at this point. Crying doesn't help, crying makes people angry, but on the other hand, she's lost and upset and doesn't know if she'll be able to help it.

"...y-you're flying," she says. It's not surprised, per se, though it is a little impressed and a little afraid at the same time.

[Location]

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

He nods and lands next to her. "Sort of where the 'Super' comes in." He thumps the big, red S on his shirt. "The hero part's where I sit down next to you and ask what's wrong."

He sits down next to her. "What's wrong?"