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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?"
"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?"
[location: Sanctuary]
"It's good to see you. And all in one non-horsey-giant-doll-shaped piece, I'm so very pleased to note." He observes cheerfully, before throwing Buffy a smile, belatedly. Dawn-hugging requires full attention.
"Hey Buff. I interrupted the explaining, didn't I?"
[location: Sanctuary]
She smiles back, replying mock-reproachfully. "Oh absolutely, but I'll let you off this one time."
[location: Sanctuary]
"You too, Xander. And I'm normal Dawn size and shape! I have been for like..." She wrinkles her nose thoughtfully. "One week, two days, six hours and fifteen and a half minutes. Approximately."
Not that she's been counting, or anything.
"Now it's like a full party of explanations. With color Scooby commentary!"
[location: Sanctuary]
"Oh, that's not only impressively accurate but also good, that means we're from roughly the same time-span..." There's a pause as he realises that might not make much sense to Dawn, and he holds up a finger, because that aids the explaining process.
"...which is a thing we'll elaborate on, but basics first right?" He looks to Buffy for confirmation.
[location: Sanctuary]
"Okay. We're in a place called Taxon. It's an underground city. We have no idea where it is, or who brought us here-- so far whoever it is hasn't been large with the public appearances. There are forcefields to keep people from leaving though. Xander and I have both been here for a few months now. Willow arrived a little bit after us-- then there was Giles, and..."
She pauses, unsure of exactly how to tell Dawn this, or if Dawn might have already spoken to Tara herself. Her voice switches from practical and matter-of-fact to a gentler tone. "...and well, I know how crazy this sounds, but Tara."