002 ━ [ visual ] / [ location: crashdown café ].

[cametolife]

The temporary population influx hadn't gone unnoticed by Liz Parker. It had kept her busy with customers, natives and captives alike, coming and and out of the Crashdown. It was like a Crash Festival week with tourists coming and going as they pleased, crowds of people filling the streets. Though the streets of Taxon were still foreign to her, the sight had given her a sense of nostalgia that almost made her feel comfortable in Taxon. Almost. There was no presence of her parents, trying to manage the crowds, nor was there Michael and the rest of the kitchen staff complaining about the rush, and all the other familiar faces of Roswell.

She missed home.

Now, however, the café was virtually empty. Liz sat at the bar, silver alien antenna headband discarded off to the side as she refilled sugar containers. It didn't really need to be done, but it kept her busy.

"That was actually kind of nice, don't you think? Not that I'm saying those people being brought here, even for a short time, was a good thing at all, but it was different. Made this place feel livelier, for a little while."

Comments

[voice]

[slayersidekick]

I-I guess it is. The whole thing. It's just... Sunnydale levels of weird for me, so it's not as weird as it could be, but it's definitely still weird.

[ ...willow, that makes no sense. ]

[voice]

[cametolife]

Sunnydale?

[ that actually kind of made sense to liz, minus the sunnydale part. she's from roswell, she knows town-specific levels of weird. ]

[voice]

[slayersidekick]

Uh, yeah, Sunnydale, California?

[voice]

[cametolife]

Oh! Okay. I'm from New Mexico - Roswell, specifically.

[voice]

[slayersidekick]

Oh, well... they're not that far away, then.