| Opening Log

[shadowqueen]

Everyone's waking up at once, covered in bits of rubble, temporarily without abilities and with a lurking headache. The castle looms around them, irrepressibly gray, huge and silent. The only noises are the people, rustling as they extract themselves from their sarcophagi and look for exits along the arching walkways.

Better take a look around, and see if anyone else knows what's going on.

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[slay]

[ Buffy's head hurts as she wakes up. She feels exhausted. Just-went-ten-rounds-with-Glory exhausted. She blinks her eyes open and finds darkness. It's not the first time, and the only thing she can think is not again not again. She beats her hands against the stone in front of her, lightly at first, because it shouldn't take more than a shove with Slayer strength, but she figures out pretty quick that she doesn't have Slayer strength.

So, she hits harder.

And then she begins to struggle and put the rest of her body into it, until finally she falls forward in a heap of rubble. She grimaces as she hits the ground, and the rubble causes some serious bruising in a way that she only vaguely remembers from her senior year. She looks around.

No giant Dawn. No Slayers. No--Okay, well, that's not true. There's plenty of castle. Some things never change. ]

Okay, this waking up dead thing is laughs-a-plenty the first time. [ She picks herself up, dusting off and looking grouchy. ] Right about now? Feels kinda tired.

oops, sorry about this

[papshooshing]

[ his ears perk just a bit. wait a minute. that is a voice that he recognizes, for good or bad really. it's that rainbow drinker slaying nutcase that decided his head hadn't been good enough to stay attached to his shoulders.

okay, so really it hadn't been a bad thing. it had been the only thing to actually, you know, reverse the curse. in fact, Karkat had encouraged it, since she had seemed so sure that it would work in the first place. and it had, so maybe she isn't really that much of a nutcase. Karkat had woken up just a few seconds after the decapitation just fine and definitely not glowing or thirsting. so all had been well! that doesn't mean he's not turning on his heel, because he definitely is. ]

What? Make a habit of waking up from the sleep of the fucking dead, do you?

lmao it's fine! <3

[slay]

Something like that. [ It's said in a grouchy, distracted way as she brushes a thumb over her knuckles, which are officially blood-city from beating her way out of that sarcophagus. Her lips purse in annoyance and then she drops them, looking up at Karkat and -- Oh. Hello, demon. ] Let me guess. Evil minion of whatever Big Bad decided it'd be fun to drag me here?

[papshooshing]

[ a careful brow raise. make one aggressive move and Karkat will return it in kind. ...mostly. maybe. that rightfully depends upon the situation and words exchanged. ]

Pretty sure we've been through this shit before. Alien, not some strange form of creature that decided to emerge from the depths of your human concocted Hell place. Or does your feeble gray matter need an extrapolation as well as a fucking reminder?

[ all right. maybe this isn't where he thought he was. ]

[slay]

Who's a feeble gray -- Huh? [ She's pretty sure there was an insult in there. Somewhere. But right now she's a little distract-y what with the kidnapping and all, so Karkat doesn't have her full attention. Now he sure does though. As she processes, she busts out into a chuckle that tells him just how ludicrous she finds the claim. ] Aliens aren't real. Come on. Seriously? This is the best you can do?

[papshooshing]

[ blondes, man. what do you even do with those. Karkat growls, pinching the bridge of his nose. definitely not the same blonde vampire slayer he had encountered before. no surprise there, with the frequency that shit like that occurred.

one thing though? he doesn't like being insulted. ]

And vampires are? Alternate universes or timelines don't fucking occur on their own? For a chick that brandishes a fucking axe, ready to liberate heads from shoulders when it comes to any mythological beast in the Earth history books, you sure as hell don't have an open mind at all.

I'd say that I'm a troll, which I am, but then that leads into the fucking 'but you don't look like a slobbering brainless giant' remark or the stupid shit about bridges that I don't even understand. How is that even a thing? Nothing can live comfortably under a nookslurping bridge! You'd be fully exposed and any sea dweller would be able to cull you. Yeah, a whole lot of sense went into that shitty myth.

[slay]

[ There's a moment of stuffy, righteous indignation, but then ... okay, granted, there was that whole aliens crash-landing and sucking crazy people thing. So, she should give him the benefit of the doubt. A-And world without shrimp! And ... god, was she really talking herself into aliens? ]

A nooks-whatting huh? [ There's a beat. She shakes off that concern because it's so not the priority. Just when you thought nothing could be weirder than Joss-speak. ] Okay. Let's rewind. Like, majorly rewind, back to the part where why do you know me if you're a billygoat-free troll from outer space?

[papshooshing]

Forget about it. I'm not sure humans even have one.

[ actually, he does. just because he's been a human for two days, though. at least all of the hostility can be thrown aside for the moment. because, if anything, Karkat's moods have balanced out a little. he's had sleep, a moirail to keep him on the good side for six months or more, and half a sweep to mature. ]

All right, so there was this place that was so notoriously named the City. Seriously, that was it's fucking name. Some assholes arrived there just like his, only without the stone prisons there. Every few days, the place would dish out a new and hilarious curse to spice up our mundane lives. During the holiday called "Halloween," some shit heads were turned into various creatures of the night. Or creatures of the day in my case, since we are nocturnal and our version of the vampire happens to be a daywalker.

Long story short, you thought it would be a good idea to cure me of my curse by cutting off my fucking head.

[slay]

And we'll be getting to the reason I remember approximately none of this ... any minute now. [ This is a very furrowed brow indeed that Buffy has. She doesn't like not remembering things and a kidnapping to ~The City~ would rank high on the things to remember list. Although, admittedly, decapitating vampires probably wouldn't regardless. ]

[sagacity]

[ Serge is, ah, exploring around that particular area when the lid of a sarcophagus nearby crumbles and a girl spills out from within. That's more than enough to grab his attention, and he's a few yards away when he catches her words, which are . . . fairly strange. The first time, huh? He can relate, just a little. ]

Believe me, you're not the only one.

[slay]

[ She looks up from dusting herself off and fixes him with a furrowed-brow look, not loving the idea of other people being stuck with her while she's all power-sapped. ]

Getting that. Who are you?

[sagacity]

[ He smiles despite the look she's giving him. It's natural for her to be irritated for multiple reasons, after all. He's still got a faint headache, himself. ]

Call me Serge. You okay?

[slay]

Buffy. [ It's a returned introduction. ] Of the all in one piece sort. Which I'm gonna call good enough for now. [ She rubs her shoulder, which is sporting what's gonna turn out to be a bruise from the rubble. She couldn't begin to explain the weak exhaustion flu symptoms that lack of Slayer powers give, so she'll avoid that beast entirely. ] You?

[sagacity]

Hey, that's as good as any other sort, if not better. [ He gives her shoulder a look, but doesn't press her on it. Anyway. ] I'm fine. Just got a minor headache, which I'm chalking up to the situation. Thanks for asking.

[slay]

I'm gonna take a flying leap of a guess and say you don't remember how you got here, either, do you?

[sagacity]

Not a thing. Nor do I recognize this place -- it doesn't look like anywhere in the Republic, that's for sure.

[slay]

The Republic of what? I was in Scotland before I made with the poof and hello, crypt.

[stillshinigami]

You've got an odd sense of humor if you're getting entertained by that. [He's picking up on your sarcasm, so do him a favor and pick up on his, would'ya?]

You okay?

[slay]

Am I loving this wonderful cascade of rubble and serious damage to my wardrobe? No. Have I had worse? Yes. I'll live. [ She gives a nod in his direction. ] You?

[stillshinigami]

[He could relate. He smirks just a bit at the girl's snark.]

About as good or bad as you'd expect.

Where'ya from? I can't imagine they'd be dragging people from all across the colonies. [Frankly? He has her pegged as an Uptown girl.]

[slay]

You know, we're called Americans now. Which may very well still be confusing to the mother country, but there was this whole revolution thing ... Look it up. [ There's a judgy look for that. Because he sure didn't sound British but that is the only excuse for calling the U.S. the colonies. ] Or ... well. Not now look it up, obviously. But later. When we've gotten out of wherever the hell it is we are. [ She looks around at the sarcophagi as she speaks, then back to Duo. ] Where are we?

[stillshinigami]

[And... she lost him. Utterly. Completely. He stared at her for a good long moment and nodded slowly.]

Riight. Uh, hey. I'm American too, y'know. So you're from Earth, huh?

[He gives a quick look around himself.]

I have no idea. We're not in space, that's for damn sure. This castle could belong to Romefeller, but I didn't think any of them survived.

[slay]

Rom-a-who-ter? [ This is a blank look. ] Are you usually in space?

[stillshinigami]

[And a blank look is returned.]

Most people are. Space colonies--I really shouldn't have to explain this to you. One fell onto Earth four years ago in a fiery apocalypse? Remember that?

[slay]

I remember all fiery apocalyp ... apocali ... apocalypses. And that? So not one of them. [ Her arms cross over her chest. ] There are no space colonies. A couple satellites, sure, and last I checked, a rover or two. But, no colonies.