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[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

[Buffy appears on the Plane and then... proceeds to congratulate herself on it]

Wow, it worked! I didn't know if it was going to work again, because hey these things have a habit of going all kaflooey and--

[eh, what's this?! She examines a lock of her hair, frowning]

What huh? Okay-- nobody mentioned before that this place messes with hair! That's a very important sidenote!

[aaaand then looking down at her clothes, mortified]

And HEY! Why am I dressed like... like an executive skank???

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[extutela.livejournal.com]

[Oh dear, such language. D: ] Ms. Summers, was it? Are you all right?

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

[sorry but THE HAIR and the CLOTHES]

Hi, sorry-- Aziraphale, right? It's Buffy, yeah. Except with... really weird hair and I didn't put on these clothes this morning and is this something that happens a lot?

[Buffy rejects punctuation under such circumstances]

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

[At least she's still the right size. Have a six inch fairy!Astrid fluttering past, scattering emerald sparkly dust every time her wings flap, she's got the hang of hovering and staying in one spot now though, so conversation is a smidgen easier.]

It changed you too? I'm a fairy somehow, when you step back off you should be back to normal though... it's just weird here. [clueless shrug]

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

[ooh, a fairy! That's different! Buffy is mildly entranced actually]

Wow, but see you look amazing and I just look like a... brunette secretary... table dancer.

[see: indecently short miniskirt and long blazer failing to make up for it]

It's just temporary though, while we're here?

[house-1-god-0.livejournal.com]

Hey, some people like executive skanks.

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

I'm not wearing any clothes! Well barely anyway. What's a table dancer?

[curious look and visions of someone who dances on a table? Which Buffy doesn't particularly resemble, although how someone that dances on a table should look is beyond her.]

Seems to be, well for me anyway, someone told me a lot of people are in the wrong bodies on the Plane at the moment, but it doesn't make it any less worrying. What if we're stuck like this forever here?

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

[unimpressed]

Uhuh. Unfortunately I'm not one of them. And this? This is not normally how I dress. Also, I'm blonde. Yup.

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

[blank look for a moment as she tries to work out how on earth to define a table dancer]

It's... generally a woman in very little clothing who dances on a table for money, either in a club or umm... at parties? And it's... not really a recommendable career path.

[yep that should just about do it. And now she looks relieved and then worried again!]

Well I'm glad this isn't just a me-thing, but I'm really hoping it's not a forever deal. It can't be, can it? It's probably just a blip. You know, 'we are currently experiencing technical difficulties'. Or something.

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

Oh! [the penny dropped, and so did her altitude briefly, tricky business this hovering lark.] Like in Soho! I don't think you look like one of those at all.

I hope so, but that would mean this was computer generated or something, for there to be technical difficulties, wouldn't it?

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

[she sees that! And feels bad!] Hey, do you wanna sit on my shoulder or something? Y'know, if that's tiring or whatever. Thank you-- I might have been exaggerating. Slightly. I do that sometimes.

And... I really don't know. I don't know what this place is, but this-- [vague gesturing at the both of them] is definitely in the realm of the abnormal. [pause]

Not that I'm an expert or anything, this is only my second time actually.

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

[It's surprisingly not tiring, the effort required for wing flapping is apparently no more hard work than standing, it's more the maintaining the hover that's complicated]

Maybe your hand'd be good, if you don't mind? I'm Astrid by the way. [smile]

Ah. Well you really don't look that bad at all, at least you're actually wearing a skirt. [looks down at her sparkly bodice thing with a cringe]

I've not been many more times myself, four, five maybe. I'm not sure what's behind it.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

An experiment?

[eyes Buffy for a moment, then smiles]

Not a bad one, from the look of it.

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

[she smiles back, holding out her hand palm upwards for Astrid to take a seat on]

Nice to... well, kinda meet you Astrid. I'm Buffy. And thanks-- though really, I think the whole fairy look is very neat. I'd swap. Oh! What do you look like under normal circumstances? Otherwise I won't recognise you when I see you again... presuming this is short-term of course.

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

[you, sir, are the lucky winner of a mildly exasperated look!]

Oh you gotta be kidding me, right? This? Please don't tell me you prefer this or I may lose the desire to live.

Also, experiment?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs, still smiling]

I said nothing about preference, just that this isn't bad. The outfit's rather sharp, isn't it?

Er, right. The people—beings, whatever—that control this place, they like to perform experiments on us from time to time. Generally harmless sorts of things, on occasion not-so-harmless. If this is the worst they've got in store for you currently you should count yourself lucky.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Still only in ropes and still looking sour] Nice suit.

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

Hmm, 'sharp' that's a word for it. [grumble grumble but the pout is fading to a reluctant smile now] Thank you. I remain unconvinced but the flattery is appreciated.

Ooooh. Well that is... kinda worryingly ominous, actually, and makes me feel like a hamster or a frog. There are worse things than an indecently short two-piece?

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

[and now faintly sheepish whilst... trying not to stare]

I'm guessing you got hit by the scanty-whammy too?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's been very fun.

...I'm Juni by the way.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

This place messes with your hair? Since when?

[hands go up ruffling through hair, making sure it's still there and normal and things. eyes roll up trying to see hair, too]

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

I can imagine. [cringe!]

Hi. I'm Buffy-- usually blonde and... not this much of a ho!

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

[she does 'woah woah woah' type hand gestures here and gives his hair a good once-over]

Relax, your hair looks... unscathed to me. Except for, you know, what you just did to it, but-- I don't know! Since just now, apparently.

[illustrative pointing to her hair] Brown?

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

And mine is still brown, then?

[hesitantly] Or am I ginger? [rushed] Or something else. Not that it matters.

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

[hmm just a sec, peering]

I'd call it... light brown. Yup.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I do what I can. [he gives her a little bow]

Much worse. [a chuckle] Though it really depends on the person, I suppose. I know a couple who were somehow convinced it was several years in the future and they'd been married. Over Halloween a group of us were stuck in something like a bad horror film.

[a sigh] And currently a little girl I know is utterly convinced she's my daughter. She's even aged and picked up my accent.