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riverviewlogs2017-03-21 04:50 pm
whattingawhat) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-03-21 04:50 pm
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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.
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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"More spring," she answered with a smile. It was nice to meet someone who may not be from her world (to be decided) but was from her place and time. "I haven't been back to LA in a while though." Los Angeles was Angel's territory and by some unspoken agreement, they didn't cross paths. Maybe it was too painful, maybe it was too awkward. Maybe it was both, but regardless they stayed clear of each other.
Yeah, she'd long become accustomed to that, but it didn't make it any less weird. Buffy saw the way her eyes drifted to the stake and she sensed it was a different sort of interest than the mocking that people here seemed to regard her weapon of choice. "Vampires. I'm out a scythe right now so it's the weapon I'm comfortable with that will kill vampires," she answered the unspoken question.
As for the spoken question: "Patrolling. Checking the perimeter. It's not that I don't trust the Quarantine when they say the perimeter fence will hold but...I don't trust them."
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Option one, Buffy wasn't actually a hunter. Just one of those enthusiastic fangirls who read too much in the way of Twilight or whatever.
Somehow, that didn't feel right.
Option two, different vampire rules.
It was certainly a possibility, especially based on the anecdotal evidence Fatima was collecting about the multiverse.
Option three, Buffy was just a nutjob.
And she really hoped not.
In any case, she nodded slightly, biting down on the inside of her cheek. "Are there any? Vampires, I mean."