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[exdemon]

"—sexual intercourse, I've said it like a dozen… Xander?" Anya frowns. Xander's basement is far from a pleasant place, but it is somewhat less metallic and plus, there is Xander and juice boxes and she's pretty sure from the way he'd been staring at her that he was going to end up engaging in coitus with her, except now he's gone.

She crosses her arms and frowns. "This isn't funny! Where are you, Xander? Is this because you're friends with the Slayer? Because I don't think it's fair that I suffer just because you guys keep pissing off very powerful evil forces."

As it becomes clearer and clearer that Xander is not here, and the demon behind this is not making itself known, she shifts from foot to foot uncomfortably.

"Hello? Anyone?" She glances around, looking sulky. "I'm getting cold."

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[Visual/Private]

[syncopath]

"I'd imagine you would be." Humans, after all, seem to have so much more trouble regulating their temperature without the use of clothing.

The Master studies her, not disturbed or particularly aroused so much as amused. At least he wasn't taken practically in flagrante delicto, so he supposes there is that for his own situation.

[Holo/Private]

[exdemon]

Anya looks around at the sound of the his voice. She hasn't yet located the Tablet.

"Yest, it's one of many shortcomings of human bodies. Death and menstruation are other ones. Who are you?"

[Visual/Private]

[syncopath]

At least she can admit it. The Master appreciates frank honesty-- as long as he doesn't necessarily have to reciprocate.

"A fellow prisoner," he replies, and lets her look around a bit before adding, "Your communications device is on the pedestal to your right. Compliments of the house." May as well be helpful, if he's making new friends.

[voice]

[aintnoconvict]

...yes. yes this should go well. Were Anya to glance at the tablet doohickey on the pedestal thinger, she'd be treated to a very red-in-the-face Glitch with his hand over his eyes.

"Pick up the tablet, go out the doors, hatch yourself a...a big, fuzzy robe, and and then find out if anyone you know is here."

Points for efficiency, maybe?

[holo]

[exdemon]

Anya, unfortunately, does not know to look at the tablet, so she just looks around in confusion.

"Don't tell me what to do, you... you man." She spits out the last word like it's an insult. "Who are you? Why am I here?"

[visual]

[aintnoconvict]

"Sorry," came the somewhat-cowed reply. Hey, raise a fella in a matriarchal society and he learns his manners. "Um. The name's Glitch, and I'm sorry but you'e been kidnapped by aliens to a city called Taxon. Ma'am."

It seemed important to tack on the title there.

[ voice ]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

[ wow, okay, another familiar face from the not-so-distant past. ]

...Anya?

[ voice ]

[exdemon]

Anya has located the tablet by now, and no longer wonders about the invisible people talking to her. But this voice is familiar. "Cordelia?"

[ voice ]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

Yeah. It's me. Hi. Uh--

[ what is she supposed to say now? ] Xander isn't here, I'm sorry to say. But most of the other Sunnydale alumni are.

Have you been told on where, exactly, you are right now?

[Visual]

[demonologist]

"Anya? Anya Jenkins?"

Wesley is doing his best not to stare at the tiny naked holo version of the girl.

[Visual]

[exdemon]

"Yes, that's me, er..." She's certain someone introduced her to the Watcher who wasn't Giles, but she can't remember his name. "Giles' assistant, right?"

[Visual]

[demonologist]

She must be from an earlier time. He tries not to take affront at her description of him.

"Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. I was never actually Mr. Giles' assistant, by the way. The Watcher organisation appoints members specific positions regardless of--"

He reins himself in realising that this will not be helpful considering the girl's current situation.

"Do you need...assistance?"

[Visual]

[notabuymoron.livejournal.com]

Casey isn't exactly a gentleman, so if he's staring, well sue him.

"I see that. Welcome to Taxon."

[Visual]

[exdemon]

She crosses her arms over her body and frowns a little. "I don't like it much so far."

[Visual]

[notabuymoron.livejournal.com]

"Can't say many of us are that thrilled at being abducted and all. So what's with the being naked?" Tact is not John's strong suit.

[ voice ]

[tiberiuskirk.livejournal.com]

Might wanna invest in some clothes.

[ because that's totally helpful there, jim. ]

[ voice ]

[exdemon]

I have clothes. Nice ones, in all sorts of textures, cuts, and colors. They're just not here.

[ visual ]

[slayersidekick]

Well, of all the people Willow was expecting, Anya somehow wasn't on the list. Which probably meant she shouldn't be as surprised as she is to see Anya's transmission pop up. And she promptly shields her eyes because it just somehow doesn't feel right to be staring at Xander's naked girlfriend. Plus, Willow has a girlfriend! And Anya's just not her type. Bad situation.

"Anya? Are there any clothes next to you?"

[ visual ]

[exdemon]

Anya rolls her eyes. "Yes, I simply choose not to wear them because I enjoy being naked in a strange place," she says, then adds for good measure. "That was sarcasm. I don't enjoy it. I was just trying to have sex."

[visual]

[aworldenchanted]

"Anya! Are you alright?"

Tara is torn between concern and happiness to see another friend of hers. (Even if she is fairly certain that Anya won't take the kidnapping part as well as Willow had.)

[visual]

[exdemon]

Strange. This woman seems to know Anya, but Anya has no idea who she is. She stares for a moment, then offers a polite smile and replies. "Yes, I'm fine. Who are you?"

[ voice ]

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

Anya! [ Buffy sounds excited and happy, if also somewhat surprised. Anya's been in Taxon once before, and Buffy's steadily getting used to her dead friends coming back alive again, but there's still that brief moment of inevitable wtf and adjustment whenever it happens. ] You're here again. And all naked and stuff, which is... nice and not at all awkward. Hi. It's Buffy, by the way.

[ voice ]

[exdemon]

It's not very nice. It's chilly. Cordelia said she'd bring me clothing.

[Buffy is weirdly happy to see her. Like Willow was.] Are you from the future?

[visual]

[couldbeavillain.livejournal.com]

Andrew has always been one to go against the grain, and since Anya has been flooded with many greetings from friends she knows, why not be greeted by one she hasn't quite met yet? Unaware that he's just about to have his heart broken with disappointment, Andrew jumps at the sight of his deceased sort-of-not-really-close-as-he'll-ever-get best friend.

"Anya...? Anya. Anya! Anya, you're naked! But you're alive! Oh, my God!" Eyes already welling up with tears, Andrew is resisting the urge to hug his tablet at the moment.

[visual]

[exdemon]

Anya doesn't actually know most of the friends, and those she does aren't really friends for her yet. This boy, though, she's never seen in her life.

"...yes, I'm alive... you." She smiles and pumps her fist encouragingly.