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[visual | location: library] Sweet revenge for what you’ve done to me

It's been a few days, but still, Willow is officially Not. Pleased. Too many things have happened in too short a time. Added to that the little encounter she had with an actual hamster alien and she is angry. The days have not cooled off her temper. In fact, the added time has just made it worse. People have been hurt lately, two of her friends in a close span of time, and as the resident witch, she's starting to think this is going to be her job to sort out. Just what she wanted.

So, she camps out in the library and flips open her tablet, forgetting for a moment what the crackling of her power is going to be doing to her physical appearance. Her hair is still red, clothes still normal, but her eyes are pitch black and when people start to arrive, anyone with any kind of ability to sense power will be able to feel the magic coursing through her. This is a witch not to be messed with.

And when in doubt, blame the hamsters. It's always their fault.

"Okay, whatever is going on needs to stop. I don't like this prison within a prison thing and I don't think anyone else does. And too many people are getting hurt. So. We're going to stop it. I've talked to one of the hamsters. Not long, but it was enough. I want a longer talk. If anyone's interested, meet me in the library on the fifth floor. I have an idea."

[ ooc: the official planning post is HERE. I just figure she'd be the one to get this ball rolling! Library comment thread / tracking down the hamster will come once I figure out interest. (there will be links once comment threads get posted.) Feel free to just respond to her post (if you don't want to turn up for the meeting) or just turn up at the library. She will respond either way.

Let me know if this works / doesn't work for people, hit up the planning post so we can figure things up and tag in over here as you see fit! ]

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One of them talked to you?

Kind of? I-it was running from me more than anything and kinda squeaked out a few words while hiding. I think it was afraid of me...

You talked to one of the hamsters? ... what did it say?

Not much. I think it was blaming my glitch on someone called Mayhem, but I'm not sure I believe it.

Somebody is named Mayhem? [Cruel parents.]

What's a "glitch"?

One of the aliens I think.

Uh... when something goes wrong in Taxon, like when someone who isn't a vampire becomes one o-or otherwise suddenly acts or thinks really strange things. It's called a glitch here. [ pause. ] Not to be confused with the person called Glitch.

Oh. Thanks... I get it.

[He pauses.] What happened to you? Are you okay?

Uh, yeah, I'm fine. I got glitched in February. It's been a few months.

[ nooot answering the 'what happened' question. she pauses a bit. ]

They made my magic take over. I don't really... know what it was, but I tried to hurt people. I just want to know... why they did it.

[Magic. He's not sure how he feels, hearing that from Willow. She's the only person whose use of magic he's ever approved of, and even then, he was on the fence.]

I can't think of any reason they could have had for that. [He frowns, unseen.]

Was it on purpose, do you think? Or are glitches accidental sometimes?

[ if it helps, she hates what she did. ]

I don't know and I don't want to know. It's never gonna happen again if I can help it. I don't like doing things like that, Connor. It's not right.

[ and that is... only part of her beef with the aliens. welcome to the world that is 'the witch hates the aliens,' connor. ]

If I knew, I'd stop it. It's not fair to people, or right.

Yeah. It's not right... to manipulate people like that.

Nobody should be able to.

Right, so... I'm not gonna do that again. I-it's not me. That's not who I am, glitched or not.

And I'm gonna make sure the aliens know that!

Anita flicked her own video feed on a moment later to reply, her expression one of hard resolve. "I'm very interested. I'll be there shortly."

"Great. See you there!" Willow's just glad someone seems interested.

"See you in a few. Need me to grab anything on my way up?"

"Nope. Just bring yourself."

Its Willow's black eyes which make Quinn panic, and then she remembers - Willow's eyes had been black when she gave her Elena's location. She knows Willow is a witch, but there is a bad feeling creeping into Quinn's stomach.

"Willow...are you? Are you okay?"

That bad feeling is probably a good idea right now. Willow is not happy. She does take a couple of breaths to calm herself and get everything back in order before she answers, though, and by then she looks slightly more normal.

"Hi, Quinn. Yeah, I'm fine. Really. Just a little annoyed with the hamsters." And that's putting it mildly. "How are you doing? Feeling okay?"

In the library, Willow's camped out at one of the tables, reading books. They're never the books she really needs - where's that stupid big deal spellbook she got for Christmas when she really needs it? - but at least these will pass the time until someone decides to arrive.

"You know I'm with you."

DG had made that much perfectly clear in the past and would continue to do so for as long as it was necessary. She wasn't the only witch in residence and if there was anything they could do to help then they would do it together.

Although it was difficult to look serious in a pair of pyjamas, DG was suitably business like when she joined Willow in the library.

"What did the hamster say?"

"Please say it was something helpful, for once."

Where DG went, Glitch was sure to follow. He couldn't help with anything magical but maybe he could coax his half-a-brain into coming up with other ideas.

At the very least he could show sleepwear solidarity.

Willow glanced up when she heard DG's voice, offering a smile as she tried to force her eyes to return to their normal color. Magic was great, but her temper was starting to hamper everything else.

"Thanks, guys," she answered, offering them chairs to sit down in. "Not much, really. It blamed someone called Mayhem and then promised to tell Mayhem that I wanted to talk to him. Not sure it helped much, but at least I know it got my point."

"Mayhem?" DG repeated, sitting down next to Willow and peering at some of the books on the table, "It's a good name."

And very appropriate, given the mayhem that the captors created in their city. She wondered - not for the first time - how much of the damage was accidental and how much of it was deliberate.

"I wonder if he'll turn up."

"You managed to speak to them?"

Martha sounded surprised, but not skeptical. During her time in the city, the hamsters - if they really were hamsters - had occasionally deigned to speak to their prisoners. The question was whether they'd said anything useful.

"Did you find anything out?"

"Kind of?" It was a dicey, weird situation.

"Not really. I-it was a lot of chasing and yelling. It seemed scared of me and said someone named Mayhem 'did it.' Not really sure what that means..."

Aside from this Mayhem being, apparently, responsible for her glitch. She wasn't sure what to think of that.

"That's a start."

Weird or not, it was the most promising lead that the prisoners had received in a very long time.

"Did it? Then maybe this Mayhem was the alien that brought us here?"

Either into the Sanctuary or into the city itself. And the fact that the hamster was afraid of them was certainly interesting.

"He might have?" Willow shrugged. She was so clueless about all of these aliens and she hated it. "Guess I'll add that to the list of things I'm gonna ask them when I find Mayhem. I did tell the hamster to tell Mayhem I wanted to talk to him. Maybe that'll help."

It couldn't hurt at this point.

Martha had a lot of experience with aliens from a variety of different planets and had no idea what sort of creature Mayhem might be. Whatever he was, he was bound to be dangerous. No matter how genial or fluffy he appeared on the outside.

"Will you be all right if he tracks you down? We don't know what he is or what he can do."

Willow nodded, a determined glint appearing in her eyes and along her jawline. "Yeah. I'll be fine. They know what I can do. He'd have to be either really stupid or really powerful to do anything to me. Besides, I just want to talk to him."

For now.

"And we know what they can do," Martha pointed out. She wasn't a natural pessimist - she wouldn't have survived her year on the run without the ability to hope - but she was a realist. Even if the hamsters weren't powerful, the people they were working for - whoever they were - certainly were. "Just be careful, ok?"

Willow nodded in return. She might have been pretty confident in her abilities, but she wasn't entirely stupid. "I know. I won't provoke them if I can help it."

Well, provoke them further anyway.

"But thanks. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

"It's tempting, though, isn't it?" said Martha, only half joking. As far as she was concerned, revenge was pointless - it didn't solve anything and often made things worse - but, at the same time, she could see why the people who had been put through hell by the hamsters would lean towards it. "After everything they've done."

"Yeah, it is," Willow admitted with a shrug. She could see the appeal in revenge, and the whole capture the aliens thing was only partially due to her need for answers. A part of her also wanted them to understand what they were putting the residents of the city through.

"But I want answers more than I want revenge, so I'm gonna get me some answers!"

That was reassuring. At the moment, Martha didn't have much of a say in the person in control of the imprisoned aliens, but she was relieved to learn that the person who was in control seemed to have her priorities straight.

"So do I," she said, her relief probably showing in her face, "We just need to hope that they put in another appearance."

"They will." Willow looked and sounded determined. She knew well enough how the hamsters worked. They'd turn up again. She'd make sure of it.

"I know they will. But I have to go find them."

Martha nodded. The aliens were nothing if not unpredictable, but there was a chance that they'd come back. (She wondered what trouble they'd bring with them if they did decide to put in an appearance.)

"Good luck."

"What did they say?"

Although B'Elanna didn't know Willow, the half klingon was eager for any scrap of information that she might be able to put to good use. Like the rest of the prisoners, she was tired of being treated like a chess piece in a game without any particular rules. If they were going to fight back, then nothing would stop her from taking part.

Willow shrugged in response. "Not much. It was mostly running away from me. Seemed kind of really scared of me. It did mention someone called Mayhem. I-I guess that's one of the other aliens?"

"Or scared of what you were going to ask?" suggested B'Elanna. If she was one of the hamsters, she'd be very worried about what the prisoners would do when they finally caught up with her. And they would catch up with the aliens if she had anything to do with it.

"This Mayhem could be the alien in charge. Maybe the hamster was just a worker."

"Maybe." Willow shrugged. She really didn't care one way or another what the hamster was afraid of regarding her. She just knew it was afraid of her.

"I don't know. But if I can catch them, I'm gonna find out."

Neither did B'Elanna, really. But if it was scared, she wanted to know why and whether it was more frightened of the prisoners or of the other aliens. That sort of knowledge could come in useful.

"You'll have the whole city behind you."

"Thanks. I-I'll let you know what I find out."

"So will I," said B'Elanna with a nod of gratitude, though she didn't expect to find anything soon. She'd been trying for months without success. Why would that change now? "Good luck."

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