six [ voice & locked text ✝ location: castle summers ]

[herotypical]

"So," Buffy Summers addresses the tablet network with her very best not-so-large-but-totally-in-charge voice. She has a smile on her face; she is feeling not so bad at all. So a few pieces of strange news had filtered her way of late -- she could deal in her most classic of dealing ways. Distraction. Specifically? A party-shaped distraction. "There's a beach."

She quirks an eyebrow and pauses for a somewhat dramatic effect. "There is a beach and Monday is July 4th. So we might not all be red-white-and-blue-blooded here but...seriously, Taxon? Are you gonna turn down a party? 'Cause I wouldn't. I'm thinking big time barbecue fun out by the water. I'm thinking fireworks. And I'm thinking wicked loud music. Can I get witness, here?"

Buffy settles the tablet gently against the vanity table in her bedroom -- leaning her chin on one hand. "Any and all help will be appreciated. Be there or be beyond square. Bronte Beach, July 4th. Noonish? It's a date, Taxon."

[ then there follows a locked text message to angel: ]

i expect you there -- considering all those flashy working taste-buds you're now boasting.

Comments

[voice]

[slayersidekick]

A party? Count me in! What do you need me to do?

[ voice ]

[aregulargirl.livejournal.com]

Need any help?

[ text ] akjjflkasjf i lol'ed irl at that text, negl.

[undoing.livejournal.com]

i don't do parties.

[Voice]

[tothelightshown.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a great idea. [And just what they needed after their period of imprisonment.] Need any help getting things ready?

[Voice]

[prophecy-boy.livejournal.com]

Can I help somehow? I'm good for heavy lifting.

[ voice ]

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Bikini season.

[ she loves you, buffy. really. ]