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who: Buffy Summers
what: Coffee shop ,patrol, blood donation, exploration of the area
when: March 21-27
where: Perimeter, clinic, general area
warnings: TBD

Morning is spent working her shift at the coffee shop. Being a barista is something that worked out for her at home and something that she chose to do here. As far as jobs go, she likes being a barista. Once her shift is done there, she'll head out for an early afternoon patrol.

The brownouts had made Buffy a little nervous, but when the blackouts started she got even more nervous. The assurances that the perimeter fence will hold don't do much to assure Buffy. She prefers patrol as a means of assurance. Besides, it's something she knows how to do. She can be found patrolling along the fence with a stake in hand. She looks casual and relaxed. In fact, she might not look like she's paying any attention at all, but especially where Buffy is concerned, looks can be deceiving.

She'd read the announcement about needing blood donations both for injuries and for food sources. It hits close enough to home that she stops by the clinic and donates blood (but not any tissue because she's a little weirded out by that). She gives some warnings about her blood possibly being like crack to vampires and maybe stick to using it for an injury since it could also help with some speedy healing.

Between afternoon patrol and evening patrol, Buffy does some exploring around town, checking things out and not only trying to get the layout of the town, but get an idea of how people are reacting to the power issues as well.

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He sees that look and knows exactly what it means. No one ever expects someone who can't walk to be capable of much. But Ivar's spent a lifetime proving his Viking brethren wrong. It's continued even into Riverview. So long as Buffy doesn't say something stupidly obvious, there won't be a reason for that anger of his, always kept so close to the surface to come bubbling up.

"I'll believe that when I see it," he says, a curious Scandinavian accent coloring his words. She looks like a pretty little slip of a thing, but Ivar's seen shieldmaidens just as blonde, pretty, and ready to shove a spear through a man's throat.

Nah, she's not that sort of person and hey, as far as she knows, he's from a world that's trained to fight from a wheelchair. Maybe it's a sport, like basketball...okay, maybe not, but she's heard stranger things.

She likes the accent even if she can't place it. It makes her smile a bit as does the hint of a challenge in his words. Like Ivar, she's spent much of her life being underestimated. She's too small, too blonde, too much of a girl to be any good when it comes to a fight. Funny how a group of people hundreds of years ago thought women more capable than they often do in the twenty-first century. "Come on then," she gestures for him to follow her. "I'm Buffy, by the way."

The chair moves easily under his own power, almost at the same speed that Buffy walks. There's a lot of power in those arms from a lifetime of dragging himself around from place to place. It makes him a good fighter too. He quirks his eyebrows at hearing her name. Somehow, it fits the look of her to a T.

"My name is Ivar the Boneless." The nickname was a bit of a mouthful, which is why he added on, "You can call me Ivar." A name straight from the history books.