taxonomites | [ visual ] [ taxon zoo ] you can see it too we're going down and you know that we're doomed

Two years. Two goddamn years. Maybe one of the geeks could tell you exactly how long that is, how many days or seconds. All Faith knows is that it's a hell of a long time to be stuck in one place, and that even if Taxon's a nicer prison than she's used to it's still a prison. The bars are wider, there's more room to run, but she's caged all the same.

She's not big on melancholy or on metaphor, but the thought of cages sends her out on a run, feet pounding against the pavement like she can outrun the idea of being stuck here forever. Not like the real world's got much more to offer, but at least there she can get the fuck out if she really tries. Here, nothing's in her control and with Willow ratting out Angel's latest life choice, Faith feels more out of control than ever. Not like she's jealous-- not like that at least, not like she wants that herself-- but Jesus, it's Buffy.

Without really thinking about it, she ends up at the zoo; then it's nothing to hop the turnstiles, make a quick stop to hatch a bottle of jack and six pack of beer and park her ass in front of the tigers, stare at them through their bars.

She's down all but one of the six pack and half the bottle of jack when her tablet turns on, recording the vaguely unsteady way she swigs right from the bottle and then sets it down next to her, staring at the big cats intensely.

"You guys got it easy, you know that? I mean, sure, prison sucks and you can't run around and all that shit, but you know where the bars are. Not a bad freaking deal, I guess. Better to be out in-- wherever the hell you live, eating bunnies and whatever, but at least you got an idea, you know? Plus, you're all new. I got two years in this place coming up. Two freaking years, Jesus."

She raises the bottle again in a toast, drinking deep. "Mazel tov, I guess. Happy anniversary to me." Next to her the tablet continues recording, unnoticed.

( ooc | tablet stuff is all good, if you want to location it up that works too! just let me know first. )

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[Adrian normally wouldn't speak up, he's very good at keeping his head down and his mouth shut, but...the thing is, the idea of not just being here for a few days but for two years scares him a little.]

Two years?

[ oh jesus, a kid. ]

Two years, shortstack.

Why?

[It's a legitimate question, there has to be a reason behind all of this.]

Because the hamsters suck, pretty much.

[That isn't a lie, and Adrian is quiet for a moment before replying.]

I'm not going to stay here for two years.

"Tigers." Don sweeps his glass out of the way and, movements sloppy, eyes bright, leans in for a better look. He's sprawled on a low-slung couch and dressed for a day at the office (in truth, it's been a week).

He smirks, raises his eyebrows. Teeters on the edge of laughter but recovers at the last second. "That's the worst idea for a bar I've ever seen."

Might be because it's not a bar, babe.

[ hold on, let faith squint at her tablet. ]

Didn't I save you from zombies or something?

Don does laugh, then, a low, choked sound. Not bitter but verging on it—an overripe laugh. “No,” he says curtly. Nobody saved him from the zombies.

“Not a bar,” he repeats, all mock incredulity. He wipes the feigned surprise off his face—gets most of it, anyway—and raises his glass, takes a swallow. “So who let you out of your cage?”

Faith?

[ concerned ladycop is concerned. ]

Two years of what?

Sup, Tex.

[ faith raises her bottle in a toast, drinking again. ]

Of being here. Straight through, too.

Katherine has never really believed that curiosity killed the cat. Perhaps that's the reason why she's making her way through the zoo, towards the tiger enclosure (oh, the memories!) not long after she'd caught the Slayer's no doubt accidental broadcast over the tablets. Or perhaps she's just bored, it's often a toss-up with Katherine.

A smirk spreads to her lips as she draws near, heels clicking against the paved path leading by the animal habitats. Something sure smells appetizing, and it certainly isn't the tigers.

"You know, I'm pretty sure you're not allowed to drink in here," she comments lightly, a touch of amusement in her tone. "But, rules. Who needs them."

"Yeah, well." Faith shrugs, drinking deep and setting the bottle down after, wiping an absent hand over her mouth. "Hamster's got an issue with it, they can take it up with me in person. I could stand to kick their asses, anyway."

The problem with vampires like Katherine is their hearts beat, they breathe. They don't feel the way Angel does or Spike did, easy to pinpoint. So while Faith feels a little uneasy, it's nothing too much booze and a good dose of emotional drama can't write off.

"I'm sure you're not the only one," Katherine drawls, sidling over to the railing meant to keep folk at arm's reach from the bars of the enclosure and resting her forearms on it. The tigers earn a vaguely disinterested look from the vampire. She didn't really have time to check the big cats out the last time she visited the zoo, as she had been far more pleasantly occupied by Stefan. Bored in three seconds flat, Katherine turns on her heel to face Faith, leaning her side against the railing and crossing her arms.

"Two years, huh?" She eyes the half-empty bottle on the ground. "Yeah, guess I'd try to decimate my liver in that case, too."

Lies. Katherine doesn't actually mind being in Taxon.

[ guess who has know idea about who knows about her little fling? ahahaha. ]

...Two? Sounds like two too many, to me.

[ jenna had known people had been here for a really long time, but the idea that two years had passed for faith is something of a shock for her. she pauses for a second before answering. ]

Two years? Wow... that's a long time.

[ keen observation there, jenna. ]

I was kinda hoping it'd be shorter.

[ to be fair, willow really hadn't meant to respond. she's just cruising the tablets, bored mostly, while trying to figure out what to do about life these days, when she comes up to faith's post. maybe her response is as accidental as faith's original, but here they both are. ]

Two years? Oh boy... I don't want to be here for another year.

[ this also means faith has a full year of experience here on her and that's not good. ]

Sup fellow geezer. Glitch was still a few months shy of his own two-year anniversary, but he'd recently been given a much more polished-up memory of the time he'd spent in Taxon (minus the existence of a certain princess, nice timing there, aliens). Close enough he'd figured, snagged a bottle of Gillikin rye from the cellar, and set out to finally meet the mysterious lady whose carnal exploits kept ending up on the tablets.

Faith. Her name was Faith, he'd picked that up at some point.

"Hey," he called to alert her to his approach. "Keeping an eye on things?"

I should be used to the quickness of time, at my age, yet it still surprises me. Two more months and I'll be celebrating my own anniversary.

[a beat]

Don't play with the tigers. You'll damage their feline pride when you win.

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