ext_290126 ([identity profile] tothelibrary.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites2009-06-24 10:20 am

001 [Holo]

There's a loud thump and a pained groan as Dawn does a bellyflop-- without the whole 'into water' part, which is both better and so very much worse-- onto the platform. Groaning again, she rolls onto her back then slowly sits up, stretching her neck and rubbing at her face.

"Did I mention that 'hey, sure I'll help with baby Slayer training today' is not secret code for 'time to try to break Dawn'? I may not be able to squish you with my huge giant-y feet anymore, but that doesn't mean it's open season. Seriously, you didn't have to hit me that--"

She breaks off mid complaint as she actually looks around, taking in her surroundings and realizes that wherever she is, it's not Scotland. And unless one of the baby slayers hit her hard enough she passed out and this is all a wacky coma dream, things are seriously wrong.

"--Hard. What's going on?"

She pushes up off the ground, wincing as her knees sting a little thanks to the whole 'scraped from crashing into the ground' angle. Grabbing the weird fake Blackberry thing is priority number one, then heading down the stairs and out the door.

...The door which promptly disappears behind her. Dawn's eyes get wider, and she presses a hand against the space where a door should be. "Oh, this cannot be good. Buffy? Oh, my God, I'm so dead. Buffy's gonna kill me if I got kidnapped again. I just got all normal Dawn-sized and not half horse or creepy doll-like. I can't be kidnapped." She runs a hand through her hair, trying to calm down. "It's okay. There is obviously a perfectly logical reason for this. A reason which is just... eluding me for a second. I just need to calm down. No freaking for Dawn Summers, for I'm an adult-type responsible person with coping skills that help in these situations."

She rolls her eyes. "And I'm talking to myself. Which is not at all a sign of freak out-ness. Nope." Looking around again, moving past freaked to 'let's work this out'. "Can anyone hear me? Willow? Xander? Even Andrew. Andrew would be okay right now. In fact, I would be really glad to see Andrew, which usually doesn't happen until I need an ANTM marathon buddy or some funnel cake, but... yeah, I'd be happy to see Andrew right now."

Dawn bites her lip and looks down, swallowing hard. Tiny Watcher is officially a little more worried than she would like to be. "...Anybody?"

[Voice]

[identity profile] inked-wiccan.livejournal.com 2009-06-25 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
You can make it up to me with cookies.

I'm glad to see you too, sweetheart.

[Another pause. And Willow's voice goes a little 'oh brother'-y.]

Yeah. She's here.

[Voice]

[identity profile] inked-wiccan.livejournal.com 2009-06-25 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe I can help you so the cookies end up more like cookies than burnt bits of yuck.

Pfft. Like there was a doubt in your mind.

[It echoes.]

My sentiments, exactly.

[Voice]

[identity profile] inked-wiccan.livejournal.com 2009-06-25 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
I can help, though! So the 'usually' becomes a 'never'!

[The WAF. We Abhor Faith.]

Where I'm from, she's still in jail and I trust her as far as I can throw her. Which...isn't far without the help of magick.

[Voice]

[identity profile] inked-wiccan.livejournal.com 2009-06-25 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
I will go all Rocky Training Montage on you. "Eye of the Tiger" and everything.

[Sweet-ass t-shirts had by all...in the club!]

It hasn't happened for me, so I'm perfectly fine where I am. Stubborn, party of one.

[Voice]

[identity profile] inked-wiccan.livejournal.com 2009-06-26 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
She took the midnight train going anywhereeee?

[Can it have a lava lamp?]

Pleased to meet you, cautious. I hear we have a lot in common.

[Voice]

[identity profile] inked-wiccan.livejournal.com 2009-06-26 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[It's at this point that Willow breaks down into laughter, muffling it a little with her hand so it's not so loud.]

Oh, my god, Dawnie....

[More laughter.]

[Voice]

[identity profile] inked-wiccan.livejournal.com 2009-06-26 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[The giggles subside and Willow can breathe again. And she realizes just how bad she needs to give this little girl a hug.]

Where are you, Dawnie?

[As she asks this, she starts searching the map for the little dot labeled "Dawn Summers".]

[Voice]

[identity profile] inked-wiccan.livejournal.com 2009-06-26 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. The Sanctuary. I'll be right there, sweetheart.

[As she talks, the sound of rustling is heard. Willow throwing the blanket off her lap and she slips her shoes on, heading out the door.]

[Location: Santuary]

[identity profile] inked-wiccan.livejournal.com 2009-06-29 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Within just a few minutes, Willow's running to the Sanctuary, slowing down only before she hit the side of the building. She pants heavily, trying to catch her breath. "Goddess.... I need to buy a scooter or something," Willow exhales brokenly, her hand at her side for a moment.

Once she could breathe again, she entered the sanctuary, following the little dot entitled 'Dawn Summers' on the map to where she was.

"Dawnie!" Willow exclaimed happily once she saw the girl and started jogging towards her.