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[windandwater]

This is it. I'm leaving the house in a little bit to go to the hotel, so I'm pretty much going to be absent from LJ and online for the rest of the week. Even if the hotel has free wireless, I think I'll be too stressed out to take advantage of it.

As I did last time, this is now A TOTAL SPAM POST.

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EDIT...

It's 2pm and I just wanted to tell everyone that I'm checked in and such. And the internets are not free. ;__; But I've got one day of it so I will see if Trickster works.

Oh, and...

ONLY 15 COMMENTS?! I SAID TO SPAM. SPAM LIKE YOU MEAN IT.

Comments

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

His hands began shaking, presaging the waves of crippling revulsion that threatened to drag him down into a vortex of black despair. He doubled over, grinding the heels of his palms into his eyes, fighting the tide. I can do this, I can... I’ve done it every day for eighty years. Stand up, Angel, get a grip on yourself! They’re only memories, you can’t change them now. Buffy needs you, you can’t fail her...

The thought of the little blond Slayer out there somewhere, hurt and alone, gave him something to fixate on, something to pull him out of his self-loathing reverie. He forced himself upright and stumbled on, eyes fixed upon the distance, far away from the memories brought to death.

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Willow and Xander kept watch over Buffy, having relieved Giles from his twenty-hour vigil to get some food and, possibly, sleep, although none of them were particularly enthusiastic on the concept of sleep at the moment.

“I just wish there was something we could do,” Willow said softly.

“We are doing something,” Xander reminded her. “We’re making sure she doesn’t dehydrate or bleed to death.”

Willow sighed. “Oh... you know what I mean, Xander! Giles even found a way to break the spell, involving another spell, but then...”

Xander’s expression hardened. “But then you decided that you couldn’t use it because it was too dangerous!”

She scowled, not wanting to get caught in this argument again. “Xander, maybe you couldn’t tell that it was killing you, but it was! You weren’t breathing, your heart had stopped, and you thought that it wasn’t too dangerous? What good would you be to Buffy dead?”

He slumped back into his seat, dejected. “I know,” he muttered. “But I still think we gave up on the spell too soon.”

Willow sighed. “It wasn’t just you, Xander. The spell induces complete paralysis. Nobody could survive it.”

Xander gave her an inscrutable look from underneath his bangs. “Lesyaareyed,” he muttered under his breath.

She gave him a sharp look. “What did you say, Xander?”

“I said, ‘Unless you’re already dead’,” he repeated loudly.

For a moment, she stared at him uncomprehendingly, but then her face lit up in comprehension. “Spike! Spike could do it!” she exclaimed. A plan of action decided, she scrambled to her feet, then paused, frowning. “Except for that thing...”

“Where he’s out of town for the month,” Xander finished for her, “even if we could convince him to take the risk.”