[1][Holo] The most awkward arrival to date

[melakafray13.livejournal.com]

The pink and black haired slayer stood beneath the shower head in her eldest sibling's apartment, figuring she'd take her up on the offer to use her shower now and again. Rinsing out the last of the shampoo, she turned off the water, stepping out onto the mat, grabbing a simple white towel, Erin wasn't one for brightly colored bathroom objects. Wrapping the towel around her torso, covering her from bust to knee, Melaka turned to close the shower door but it was no longer there. In that fraction of a second, she'd been taken to a strange room that most definitely was not her sister's bathroom. Water droplets flung from her hair as she turned in a quick circle, cornflower blue orbs wide. "Where in the ruttin' hell...." She trailed off, making her way down the stairs, slipping once, reaching out to steady herself with the small table, her hand bumping the tablet, hitting the button to start recording, to where the door was, pounding the side of her hand against it.

When it wouldn't open, she pounded harder, anger crossing her features. "Harth! Whatever toy sitch you got me in now, I'll ruttin' skin you for doin' this!" She barked at the top of her lungs, pounding on the door until her hand ached. Sighing heavily, Melaka turned, resting her back agains the door for a moment. There was something she'd missed. Looking back to the platform, she saw the tablet sitting on the table, the screen lit up. Her brow furrowed and she pushed herself off the door, crossing back over, slipping a little once on the water that dripped from her form. Reaching the small side table, Mel picked up the tablet, and the door opened behind her. Melaka turned her head, seeing the outside world and she held tight to the tablet as she sprinted from the room, not wanting to take any chances at it being on a timer. She slipped on the puddle she'd made just in front of the door a little again on the way out, then slid to a stop, when she saw the expansive view of the city outside the large window.

"Where in the ruttin' hell am I?" She scoffed, unaware that the tablet was turned on to the holographic recording function.

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[holo]

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

Yeah, so hi. If there was one single person in the entire universe (and all the others besides) who Buffy had never expected to see again, then Mel? She was that person. Buffy stared at the tablet open-mouthed. Then she stared some more. Then, after some careful consideration, she gaped.

"...Melaka?"

[holo]

[melakafray13.livejournal.com]

The slayer from the future frowned, hearing the voice. It was vaguely familiar in the sense that she'd kind of hoped that it wasn't who she thought it was.

"S-Summers?" Mel muttered, her brow furrowing as her heartbeat began to race, her grip tightening on the tablet. It was because of that little blonde that she'd had to rely on less rocketship weapons to poke lurks.

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

"Boy, this is awkward."

What? Buffy genuinely couldn't think of anything more appropriate to say. But she knew she needed to say something, ANYTHING else.

"So, umm. How's your world? Still nice and... existent?"

Buffy, you fail.

[melakafray13.livejournal.com]

"No thanks to you, jackhead," the slayer growled, blood roaring in her ears.

"Broke my ruttin' scythe. Hit my damn sister. Nearly ended my world. Gimme one reeze why I shouldn't break your rutting arm." Golly. When Mel's mad, she goes all out.

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

In calm and highly sarcastic tones, she proceeded to list the following on her fingers:

"One, you couldn't reach my arm from there. Two, even if you could, I don't like your chances. Three, it was MY scythe. Four, you tied me to a CHAIR!"

[melakafray13.livejournal.com]

"Oh, just gimme a min, and I'll ruttin' break more than your arm. And it wasn't your ruttin' scythe anymore, on account-a you bein' dust and all! And quit your whinin' 'bout the chair. It's not like you couldn't-a broken it," Mel scoffed, sneering a little.

"Where in the ruttin' hell are you?" She asked, turning in a circle, seeing no one.

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

"You're gonna do all that and hold your towel up?" Buffy retorted, pointedly, before breathing an exasperated sigh.

"The communicator device thingy you picked up. Look at it."

[voice]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Wasn't expecting a show with my dinner.

[Comes Dean's voice, sounding amused; he's eating something, as made obvious by his words and the fact that it sounds like he's stuffing his face, as usual.]

Re: [voice]

[melakafray13.livejournal.com]

[The slayer has no idea what the hell's going on and she looks left and right, paying no attention to the tablet. She turns in a quick circle, seeing no one.]

And where in the ruttin' hell are ya, if you can see me?

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

I'm above you. I'm God, y'see.

[Yes, Dean is an asshole.]

[melakafray13.livejournal.com]

Really ruttin' don't believe that. [But she totally looked up anyways] On account-a my not believin' in that spun nonse.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Good, 'cause neither do I. [Dean laughs.] This is all coming from the tablet. Y'know, the PDA thing that should be on the pedestal. Go look.

[Visual]

[melakafray13.livejournal.com]

You mean that square thing I'm holdin'? [Mel asked, lifting it a little, looking down at it, scrunching up her nose a little, pressing a few buttons, unknowingly putting herself on visual]

[voice]

[skyfrome.livejournal.com]

[wow. That's the kind of florid swearing Mal only expects from Jayne]

You regularly curse that much, or is this a particular kind of bad day?

Re: [voice]

[melakafray13.livejournal.com]

Bein' that I'm in naught but a towel in a spun sitch, I'm leanin' towards this bein' a not good kinda day.

[skyfrome.livejournal.com]

That is a mite unfortunate. [he's sympathetic here]

My advice? Keep your eyes open for those hatch-lookin' things in the walls. You touch 'em and think real hard about clothes? They provide. And I know it sounds plenty implausible, but it's true.

[melakafray13.livejournal.com]

Just a tad, yeah. [Mel muttered, looking left and right, trying to find of something that he's describing.] Touchin' walls and clothes comin' out...rutting spun....

[skyfrome.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [what do you say to girls in towels with a propensity for bad language anyway?]

Well, uh. Good luck with that?

[melakafray13.livejournal.com]

Thanks. [Mel replied, making her way down the hall slowly, looking left and right, trying to find one of those hatch thingies.]

[Holo]

[witbyndmeasure.livejournal.com]

"Good evening," said Luna placidly, utterly nonplussed. She doesn't appear to be bothered by Melaka's appearance or by her language, or, indeed, by the sudden appearance of the holograph. The imps must be have decided to activate without waiting for Luna to press one of the buttons on their machine.

"You seem to have forgotten to bring your clothes with you. Would you like to borrow my cloak?"

Re: [Holo]

[melakafray13.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Mel nodded, looking down to the small blonde girl coming out of her tablet. "I have, yeah. Um...a guy said somethin' about a hatch? Tryin' to find one-a those."

She paused, this girl just trying to help and she sighed, "Thanks, though. 'preciate it."

[Holo]

[witbyndmeasure.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yes, the hatches are very clever," said Luna, in what passed for an excited voice. She sounded perfectly serene, but her wide grey eyes were a little wider than usual. "I don't know how they can make food, since it's one of the five exceptions to Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration, but it tastes rather nice. It even makes pudding."

[Holo]

[melakafray13.livejournal.com]

Melaka looked down at the small blonde girl, not understanding half of the words she was saying. Maybe this is what it was like for Summers when she'd arrived in Haddyn. "Ooh. Hatch!" Mel gasped, tightening her hold on her towel and the tablet, crossing over to the wall.

Put her hand on the wall and think real hard. Wasn't that what the guy said? She shifted her tablet to the towel-covering hand and lifted her right hand to the small rectangle beside the bigger rectangle and closed her eyes, scrunching her nose up a little as she thought of her black slacks, socks, her boots, her brown jacket, and her green top with the red star on the front. After a moment, she opened her eyes, then reached over, lifting the hatch, seeing her clothes and boots piled there neatly. "Rocketship!" Mel exclaimed, a wide smile crossing her face.

[Holo]

[witbyndmeasure.livejournal.com]

Luna watched Melaka with unblinking grey eyes. She had found the hatch rather difficult to comprehend herself, and was still determined to work out what spell was making it work. Maybe the people who had brought them here had very clever house elves? Hopefully she'd be able to find them, and get a message to the remaining members of Dumbledore's Army.

"What's a rocket ship?"

Re: [Holo]

[melakafray13.livejournal.com]

When Melaka had replied again, she was dressed and in the process of getting her shoes on. "Oh, uh, it's a form of transportin' to far-off places. Where I'm from it's a way of sayin' something's good, or...'cool'."