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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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[exdemon]

"Anya Jenkins. You can call me Anya." She nods at him. "All right, you can help me." Anya looks at him shrewdly. "But it doesn't mean I trust you."

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[syncopath]

He smiles, satisfied. "Of course not. Trust is to be earned, after all. So, Anya--" and the Master is in motion, the video feed from the tablet catching glimpses of the interior of a resplendently decorated house-- "What size are you?"

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[exdemon]

"What sort of question is that?" she demands. "I'm a perfectly normal size! Do I look fat?"

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[syncopath]

The Master rolls his eyes, and then tilts the tablet back to himself, clearing his throat significantly.

"For the clothing I'm to bring you?" He could probably estimate based on his memory of her figure, but he'd rather not have her complain about something that didn't fit just right.

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[exdemon]

"Oh. Um, does this place even run earth sizes? Just bring me something. I can find better clothes later."

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[syncopath]

Guessing, then. The Master thinks a moment, then hatches up something simple enough-- slacks and a blouse, sensible shoes. She doesn't seem the fanciful type.

"On my way now," he promises her. "Sit tight. I'll be there shortly."

[ooc: Uh, considering what's happening in the Cordelia thread now, how did you want to play this?]

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[exdemon]

After a bit of talking to Cordelia, Anya has decided that it's best to let Cordelia be the one to show her around. Cordelia seemed pretty worried about this Harold Saxon person, and anyway, Anya likes women better in general and is more inclined to trust Cordelia than Saxon. She flashes him a very false smile.

"Actually, it turns out I do have people I know here, and one is coming to find me. So you don't need to. Please go away."

[ooc: I waited on Cordy's response, which is about what I thought it would be, so... Anya's going to decide to tell him not to come. If he plans on not listening, we can decide who shows up first. If the Master does and tries to make Anya go places with him, she most certainly will slap him.]

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[syncopath]

"Oh." His mouth goes into a tight line. Someone must have gotten to her already, the odds of which seem incredibly unlikely. He can't really say it's a surprise, but he concentrates on looking disappointed.

"Suit yourself, then."

And now to ferret out who she knows, and how.

[ooc: Oh, mmkay]