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Thursday, May 20th, 2004
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11:54 pm - Posting from Africa - yeah, a real post.
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Hey, check me out, I finally found a guy with a computer in this almost-town who's letting me use it. No phone-in post this time. Real live posting action going on.
So, yeah, update on what I called about earlier this week. The local slayer-type, Kamaria, she finally let me get close to the house without me getting severely pummeled. The kid's had a hell of a time since the slayer-making went down. It's been real rough. But I think she's figured out that I'm pretty much harmless. And the fact that I gave them some supplies probably helped. Hey, if bribery works, I'm all over it. But it's still hard communicating, with my almost-zero Swahili and her almost-zero English, but we've gotten to the point that she's getting the "I can help" concept.
As weird as it is to be by myself so much, I've had a lot of think-time. I've kinda lost track of days while I've been over here, but I saw the calendar this morning and realized - somehow, it's been a year since Sunnydale went kaboom. That's a whole year since a lot of people died. A year since Anya died. Hard to wrap my brain around that concept, because it seems a lot longer and like no time at all, all at the same time. Yeah, of course I still miss her. Always will, no matter what happens. It's just how it is. Or how I am. But with the whole anniversaryness of today, it's making me look what's happened since in a different way. Mostly, yeah, good. But I was thinking... Y'know, she'd hate what I'm doing right now. I live out of my jeep, I don't know where I'm gonna be from one day to another, and I'm not even sure if I'm getting paid for this.
But even with everything, this is good. What I'm doing. Which is doing good just as me. Not a sidekick or support-guy, 'cause it's just me out here. And I gotta say, I thought Giles was somewhere past Crazy Town for asking me to do this. But he gets the "I told you so" honors this time, because so far. I've done it. Survived some nasty areas and helped people who needed it, especially the people who got their lives turned upside-down because of what we did last year. And we're right back to the one-year-ago issue, huh?
Mainly, I'm writing to let everybody know that I'm staying put for a while. Make sure these kids - I mean Kamaria and her brothers and sisters - get to an okay place, or at least be better off than they are now. Take care of some repairs on their house, sure, and it needs it big-time, but also try to explain about the weirdness that's happened. No, I'm not a watcher or even trying to be - just not my thing - but I think I can help. And no way can she go off to England to do the slayer school thing. She's all her family's got. So yeah, this is what I should be doing right now. Not forever, but if you need me for anything, this is where I'll be. And once things are better here, I'll get to the next girl on the list - yeah, I'm getting behind the council's schedule, and I'm sorry, but this is definitely more important right now.
You guys take care.
( OOC: Time to close this journal. Goodbye, and thanks for reading. )
current mood:  satisfied
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| Monday, May 17th, 2004
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11:51 pm - Phone Post
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<td width="145" valign="top">  Phone Post
143K 1:56</td> <td width="450" valign="top"> "Hey. Realized that I hadn't done the journal call for a while, so I figured I should catch everybody up.
Last couple weeks? Not gone too well. Finding the slayer in Migori wasn't tough at all, it's getting to talk to her that's the problem. Here's the deal: near as I can figure, some people saw her playing around with her slayery powers after she got them, and they kinda freaked. So she's not been treated anywhere close to well ever since by a lot of people here. And the poor kid is on her own, no parents, and she's got a bunch of younger brothers and sisters. So she's been trying to take care of them, and I guess they were doing okay until this happened. Looking like the whole thing just sucks for her.
None of this stuff is from the actual slayer - it's all based on what I've been seeing and hearing from around this place. I've been trying to talk to her, but so far I either get ignored or, when I got a little too close to where they live... uh, well, I've still got the bruises. But no way am I giving up. It's not just that she needs the slayer info, but their place... it's falling apart. These kids need some help. Kamaria's not even as old as Dawn, and from what I've seen the last couple weeks, they're not doing all that great. So somehow, I'm gonna talk to this girl, let her know everything's gonna be okay. Not sure how to make it okay yet, but I'm working on it.
That's pretty much it. I left Wil the number of a place here in town you guys can call be at if something's up. Hoping to have something reportable soon. Bye guys."
Transcribed by: </a></b></a>![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) red_witch</td>
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| Wednesday, May 5th, 2004
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9:42 am - Phone Post
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<td width="145" valign="top"> Phone Post
127K 2:23</td> <td width="450" valign="top"> "Uh... Hey, okay, I found a land line and I tried to call a couple people about this, but I couldn't reach them, and I have to tell somebody, so... I guess I'll tell whoever hears this. Or whoever reads this if these are still getting written out.
Rolled into Migori early this morning. but that's not what this call is about. It's about the trip here. I had to go near Masai Mara on the way, but I was trying to stay away from the tourists because, honestly, they'd slow me down. So I took some not-used-a-lot roads. Loose-packed dirt instead of well-packed dirt.
So anyway, night before last, I was parked in my jeep catching a couple hours shut-eye on the side of the road, and then I just woke up. I knew something was out there. I don't know how, don't ask - okay, you can't ask, because this is a recording and you can't talk back, but that's not the point. I sat up and saw them. Mainly him, with his front paws on the hood and the rest of them right there with him. Looking right at me. You'd think I'd freak. I should've freaked. I didn't. I just stared at them. At the lead one, I mean. It sort of became a stare-a-thon. And I think I might've won the stare-down. Can't say that I'm sure, but... Okay, like I was saying, then the pack leader got up off the hood of the jeep and walked off, and the rest of them followed. And I watched them go for a while, then went back to sleep. Just like that.
I thought it might be a dream. It had to be, right? But I saw the tracks in the morning, and the paw prints on the hood were there. It happened. And I'm not as freaked about it as I should be, or as I think I should be. Or not all of me is. Weird. Just... weird. That all happened way too long ago - not that I remember any of it - and it's not like I've been to the zoo since. In fact, my general life plan was totally without any more hyena sightings. So... Not exactly the most normal night ever.
Okay, I need to find the slayer who's supposed to be somewhere in this town. I'll be calling in soon. And I uh... yeah. I gotta go. Bye."
Transcribed by: </a></b></a>red_witch</td>
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| Sunday, May 2nd, 2004
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7:53 pm - Phone Post
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<td width="145" valign="top"> Phone Post
168K 3:28</td> <td width="450" valign="top"> "Hey guys, checking in for a sec. I'm in Nairobi, and can I say how glad I am to be out of Sudan? Getting across the border almost didn't happen. Kenya's a whole lot calmer. Not that everything's totally safe - almost lost my jeep in Lodwar on the way down here. And when I checked in with the U.S. Embassy, they gave me the usual set of warnings - terrorists, bombings, kidnappings, but y'know? They never mention demons or vampires. Which I guess shouldn't surprise me. People just never see what they don't want to, even if there's no hellmouth around.
So anyway, Nairobi... not too bad. Lots of people speak English, and it's Tourist Central. 'Course, the stuff I need to know isn't at the local safari outfitter, so I've spent a lot of time in the areas of town that're more for locals. Figuring out how to get by with a little Swahili is a hell of a lot easier than doing that with Arabic. Even the greeting's cool: "Jambo." Anyway, a lot of people speak English here, so I'm having decent luck with the communicating - people usually save me pretty quick when I start stumbling over their kinds of words and we switch to English. Oh, and yesterday was some kind of holiday around here, not sure what it was for, but people seemed to be liking it.
I gotta say that I'm got a little tired of the the rain, but I think this week's not gonna be so bad. It was getting old. See, this is why I liked California's total lack of weather.
Headed out tomorrow for where I actually need to go in this country, which is Migori. I'm liking not spending a night in the jeep tonight, but I should get on the road since it's a full moon tomorrow - yeah, I'm actually paying attention to that kind of thing now since light bulbs aren't exactly all over the place in the areas I'm spending a lot of time. Migori's not too far, and I'm gonna be avoiding the official tourist caravans heading out to Masai Mara, so I should make good time. I'll call again soon. Hope everybody's doing okay."
Transcribed by: </a></b></a>red_witch</td>
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| Monday, April 26th, 2004
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7:40 am - Phone Post
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<td width="145" valign="top"> Phone Post
223K 7:31</td> <td width="450" valign="top"> "Hey guys. In an area that I can call and check in. Seriously, that "Can you hear me now?" guy hasn't gotten to a lot of this continent yet.
Just wanted to let everybody know that all's okay. Lessee, last time I did the phone postage, I hadn't found Mariasha yet, huh? Not like she wanted to be found. She'd been around the Khan el-Khalili her whole life, living the klepto life. She doesn't have much in the way of family. Her new slayerness made stealing a hell of a lot easier, so she'd been doing pretty well for herself. And my translation book didn't help with all the words I needed to tell her what'd happened to her once I did find her. Talking her into going to training took a while. Finally convinced her that the school in London would be way better than where she was. So if anybody talks to Giles, tell him to keep and eye out for her. She isn't much for trusting, but she's a good kid.
While I was still in the city, I got a jeep, 'cause I was going to need it to get to place to place with all the junk I've got with me. Then the next hard part was getting across the border. Finally got a ferry over at the High Dam to take me into Sudan.
And here's another reason that calling has been less than cake lately. Traveling through Sudan? Some pretty intense stuff. Guess the council had to pull a whole fistful of strings to even get me the visa. Roads are more like paths - the whole concept of paving hasn't exactly caught on. You have to register with police stations wherever you go as soon as you get there, and by police I mean more like military. And if you're outside wandering around between midnight and five in the morning? The police-types will grab you and check your paperwork. Explaining why I'm in their country, and why I have a stake in my jacket pocket whenever I get searched - yeah, not so easy. Plus, I registered with the U.S. Embassy in Khartoum, just in case. Y'see, a lot of this country's in the middle of a beyond nasty civil war, mainly in the south. Like where I am now.
I have to say I'm actually missing the insane city-ness of Cairo when I compare it to this. I've seen a lot of hellmouthy badness in my time, yeah, but this is something else. A very bad else. The military stuff's still in my head, so I understand more than I really want to understand, but that's not helping when I see what I see.
This place has more badness, too. Alcohol's banned here, and they actually whip people who drink. That's messed up. They're mega-religious here. Malaria's a big problem too. Even when I got all those vaccinations, it didn't really hit me that people actually got this stuff. But they do, and I'm not describing it. Oh, and electricity's nowhere near reliable, so I'm glad I'm stocked with supplies. Wait, let me think of something positive... oh, hey, there's this tea stuff called shai saada that rocks.
Got a little further to go, and it's gotten harder the further south I go, but I'm almost through the country and into Kenya. That's the next official Council-ordered stop for me. Hoping the Sudan People's Liberation Army people let me across the border. But I've been thinking - there's gotta be more slayers in this huge place than the few the council's gotten reports about. Communication's not all that great where I've been so far. So I've been keeping my ears open, hoping for English and getting the books out when it's not. Because there's got to be some stories starting to circle about girls who all of a sudden have powers, who defend their homes or leap tall building in a single bound or something. And there's nobody else in the huge place that can help them learn who they are now and why. So I've gotta do whatever I can to make sure we find the unfound ones along with the sorta-found ones. Because, like I've said before, this is our fault. We can't undo what's done, so we gotta deal with things as they are, right?
Had a lot of think-time on this trip so far, actually, but that'll all wait until some other phone time. Had another babble-fest with this one. Gotta hit the road, anyway. You guys take care."
Transcribed by: </a></b></a>red_witch</td>
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| Friday, April 9th, 2004
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8:33 pm - Phone Post:
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<td width="119" valign="top"> Phone Post
219K 20:31</td> <td width="450" valign="top"> "Hey gang. Been meaning to update since I got here, but I don't have a computer, and things have been busy - with the big slayer search, yeah, but also with figuring out how to get by in this town. Uh, not so much a town as a big, crowded, rank city. It's not just pyramids and camels. So anyway, I just remembered about the phone post deal on LJ, so I'm hoping this works.
Got here okay, but spending that much time in airports and planes was not my idea of a fun time. Most of the basics were set for me when I got here. And in case you're wondering, no, not going to the museums, not planning to. Because, with my luck? There'll be a whole gang of mummies waiting for me, wanting me to be their new cuddlemonkey. Not even going to tempt that wacky thing called fate.
Remember when I said I could handle a mall? The Khan el-Khalili place is less a mall and more a nuthouse shaped like a big maze. I mean, it's got cool stuff, but... Y'know that picture with stairs going everywhere but nothing actually goes anywhere? Take away the stairs part and add some obnoxious store owners and that pretty much describes it. Those people at malls back home who try to get you to buy their cell phones got nothing on these people. We're talking an extremely bizarre bazaar.
And nobody wants to go with the price actually stuck on something. I mean nobody. It's a hagglefest. I think used car salesmen come here for basic training. And the stuff people come up with to get you into their shops - you wouldn't believe it. Sorry guys, but negotiating's never really been my thing. Souvenirs are gonna have to come from another stop.
Good thing though - found some normal-ish fast food, and plenty of places that talk English. Best I can do in Arabic so far is yes and no, which are pretty easy, "ay-wa" and "la". (Transcriber's note: Sorry, I'm really not sure how to spell these). Oh, and I know that fire extinguisher is "taffaya" - don't ask. Let's just say that I think I just barely missed our friendly neighborhood slayer yesterday.
Oh yeah, I should probably say something about what's up with the mystery slayer that I'm supposed to find. No large amounts of luck yet. I have a description and three reports that were filed with the council's people. Other than that, just asking some general questions to figure out where to find her and keeping my eye open. Been easier today with stuff closed - Friday's like our Sunday, I guess. I could actually get around without being stopped every three feet. Less people that spoke English were out today, though, which didn't help.
Talked to Wil a few days ago, looks like things are quiet back home. And I guess Clem's all moved in. Hey, Clem, if you hear this, I think I left a case of beer in the hall closet - it's yours if you want it. Thanks again for looking after the place. Talked to Giles, and I guess things are a load of council fun over in England, and Andrew's in some class. Think I'd rather be here dealing with the Mall of Insanity than get a tweed overload in some class. Uh... Giles, if you heard that, no offense. Haven't been able to reach Buffy, but she's probably as busy as me. Somebody let her know all's okay?
And now I'm thinking I've babbled plenty for one phonified post. Should get some dinner, anyway. You guys take care."
Transcribed by: </a></b></a>red_witch</td>
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| Sunday, April 4th, 2004
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11:33 am - Time to go
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Leaving for the airport. Good news is that Wil found my eye, so I'll be looking less freakish for the trip. Not sure if me being outta here qualifies as good news or bad news. And I think Clem's good to go to watch the apartment until either me or Andrew gets back.
I'll post when I can. Won't really be able to follow my friend's journals - consider me officially out-of-looped - so if you need to reach me, comment in whatever posts I can make or e-mail me. Might take a while for me to get the message.
Take care, gang. I'll send up a flare when I get to Africa.
current mood:  rushed
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| Saturday, April 3rd, 2004
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9:31 pm - Almost outta here
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I'm packed. Got all the paperwork, my tickets and passes, more kinds of maps than I knew existed, and a bunch of documents that Giles says should get me all the places they'll want me to go. Got stakes and holy water, just in case. Giles promised me some supplies that I can't take on a plane would be waiting for me there. And a vehicle. Other than that stuff, I've just got basics I'll need, and I'm thinking I'm good to go.
Don't know where my prosthetic eye is yet. Not happy about that. I'll do one last sweep for it before I leave in the morning - that and making a couple calls.
So... yeah. Last night in my own bed for a while. Man, I'm gonna miss the people here. Still weird that it's just gonna be me out there. I won't be the back-up guy, or the support guy, or even the key guy in the team. Just me. Yeah, I'm still a little freaked by it all.
I'll try to post before I head off to the airport.
current mood:  pensive
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| Friday, April 2nd, 2004
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11:15 am - Bad timing.
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Yeah, I'm back where I should be, and I'd really appreciate it if that NEVER HAPPENS AGAIN. Yesterday was very disturbing. And since I didn't show up for work yesterday (thanks a lot, Andrew), they told me not to show up today for what was supposed to be my last day. Great.
Now I'm leaving for Africa in two days, and my prosthetic eye is gone. As in missing. Again, thanks to my former roommate. How bad did my karma-ness have to get for Andrew to take a joyride inside my brain? And I wasn't planning on being the freakish pirate guy when I try to go through customs. It has to be somewhere, I've just gotta find it.
But at least I've got my passport and all my paperwork. Packing? Not gonna take long to finish, 'cause I'm not taking much with me.
current mood:  frustrated
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| Thursday, April 1st, 2004
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7:12 pm - Oops.
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I took out Xander's fake eye this morning, but some of the people here got all mad at me for it. I don't know why, it's not like I did something bad. But anyway, I decided to put it back in, since people were mad about enough other things already. See, I can be a peacemaker, and that's a helpful Watcher skill. So I went back up to the apartment to get it from the very safe place that I put it.
Only I kind of forgot where that safe place was.
current mood:  embarrassed
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12:51 pm - I Have a New Plan
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There's no Willow in Willow. There's a girl named Amy who is inside her just like I'm inside Xander. I think my brother knew her in high school. I asked her if she'd seen her hologram, and she gave me a funny look. And the real Xander is in England. And Buffy's a guy in Los Angeles. I think this is like what happened to all of us last year. She just kept saying that this isn't her fault, which makes me think that maybe it is her fault.
Methinks the witch doth protest too much.
But, gentle readers, I am now plagued with doubt. I was trying to think of how I can help Xander to leap out of him. But if helping him won’t end this body-switching, then maybe instead I can bridge the gap between us by helping him, like the Bridge of Khazad-dûm. Maybe? The last weeks that I was here in Cleveland were filled with discord and.. other bad stuff. We fought a lot, and he was a big jerk to me. Maybe if I do fix his life somehow, we can be friends and then maybe he'll stop being so mean. Because he'll say, "Thank you, Andrew, my (insert problem here) was horrible until you fixed it!" If anybody has any ideas, that'd really help.
current mood:  optimistic
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9:21 am
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I got Xander's fake eye out. I don't think I can put it back in either, because it just felt too weird. I found his old patch in his drawer, and I think he looks better wearing that. It's a rougher, manlier look, and it will suit him well when he begins his travels into deepest, darkest Africa. People respect a man wearing an eye patch.
But what if I go to Africa instead because I'm in his brain and I don't leap out before then?
Okay, I'm in Cleveland, not England... Willow! I bet she'll know what to do, and she can use her super-uber-magic powers to help me leap out. Um, at least before he's supposed to leave for Africa. I'm not in a big rush or anything. It doesn't have to be right this minute.
current mood:  accomplished
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7:11 am - A New Quantum Adventure
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Do not be alarmed, gentle readers. I too was surprised by my sudden new appearance. It's like I stepped into the Accelerator in a quantum physics lab and got all or Dr. Sam Beckett's powers and leaped into the person who needed my help the most. And I guess the person who needed me to help his life out the most was Xander, because here I am inside his body. I wonder if a holographic Mr. Giles will show up to tell me what I'm supposed to do?
And I don't seem to have any of the amnesia that Sam had either, or if I do, I don't remember that I do. Do people who just have a little amnesia remember that that don't remember something? Hellooooo hologram, you can show up anytime now with helpful instructions about the future from Ziggy. Except that Giles doesn't like computers, so if he's my hologram, then he won't have any guidance to give me on how to complete my mission.
Um, okay, I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. When I look in the mirror, I can see through his good eye and see him looking at me. But seeing out of only one eye is really strange. How does Xander do it, day after day after day? The world has no dimension, so no wonder he's so grumpy all the time. I didn't know being him was so hard! The glass eye feels strange too, like my head is unbalanced. I wonder if I could take it out...
current mood:  confused
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| Tuesday, March 30th, 2004
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11:31 am - Plans
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Started training my replacement here at work today. His assistant won't be starting until after I'm gone, and Buffy's not her to train her, but I think they'll be fine. And by the time that all happens, I'll be outta here.
Flight's booked. Well, it's actually a bunch of them to get me over there. I leave Sunday, which'll get me there Monday. First Newark to change planes, then Paris for another plane-switch, and then to Cairo for assignment #1. Guess they decided to throw me somewhere mostly urban first. Of course, I'm thinking, what, they decided that the New World-like mummy-types already had a shot at me, and now it's time for the Old World-like ones to have a turn? Yeah, that's just great.
But I'm hoping the actual job is as mummy-free as advertised. Something that happened in the "Khan el-Khalili" - which is basically just a really big, really old mall - made the Council think that there's a new slayer nearby. A mall's something I can handle. And I've got the orders for the second stop too, but let's see how this first one goes.
Wil's been a lifesaver helping me get stuff together for this. It all just doesn't seem like reality. But I guess I'm about to be as busy with stuff as Buffy is now - she must be slammed, 'cause getting her on the phone's been impossible. Really glad Dawn's liking her new school, though - I was at least able to talk to her for a few yesterday.
Okay, gotta stop writing and get back to everything else. Way too much to do, and the days are doing that zooming thing.
current mood:  nervous
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| Friday, March 26th, 2004
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12:26 pm - MXC
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Figures that it's right when I'm getting ready to leave the country that I find the Best Television Show Ever. It's on... uh, the name of the channel's not important, but they're calling themselves "the first channel for men" (shouldn't the Playboy Channel be named that?). Anyway, it's call Most Extreme Elimination Challenge, and it is seriously the funniest thing anybody's ever put on television. The nowhere-close-to-accurate dubbing alone makes MXC worth watching.
Called Buffy this morning, see how things were going over there in Italy the last couple days, but I haven't back from her yet. Which is kinda weird, 'cause she usually calls back pretty quick. I'm sure she's just getting busy with the slayer work.
current mood:  okay
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| Wednesday, March 24th, 2004
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4:15 pm - Lots of changes
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Been way too busy with everything that's happening to post. Been an insane week. Sorry, gang.
Buffy and Dawn left Sunday for the big Italy trip. The weekend was just plain weird, with the massive amount of getting-ready-to-go insanity and then them leaving - didn't seem like it was happening until the happening happened. I was standing in the airport with them and it hadn’t really sunk in yet. I know they'll be back in a few months, and we've already talked on the phone since, but the halfway around the world concept takes some getting used to. And I'm about to do the same thing.
Yeah, I've decided to do the project Giles asked me to. The Africa thing. I put my notice in at work on Monday. Gave them two weeks, couldn't leave them hanging - tried to do the "leave of absence" thing, but that was a no-go - so they could find somebody to replace me. So I'll still be here in town for a while. Then I'm gone too. And not as easily phone-able. And... the whole idea is taking some serious getting used to. I keep thinking this is all an early April Fool's joke.
Wil's been helping me do research on the places the Council needs me to hit. I'll get into that whole topic later - there's a lot to cram into my brain about all this. And there's some joke going around the house about demonic lions that I'm just not getting.
Giles and Andrew and Bridget are about to take off for London. Two weeks of having the apartment to myself is a bonus, but then this place'll collect dust until one or the other of us gets back. Willow's staying around here, and so's Robin and Kennedy and Rona and... well, basically, this place isn't completely emptying out.
Hey, speaking of Rona... we all went out for her birthday the other night. Good times. But I gotta say, that's actually when it hit me about what all I'll be away from. A group. I'm not exactly much for the solo-ing, and plopping that on top of going to a whole new continent - yeah, the mind is currently boggling.
Just got a lot to get done in the next couple weeks.
current mood:  determined
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| Friday, March 19th, 2004
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5:26 pm - Bigger News
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I've was on the phone with union offices most of the day, working out spring labor for the new sites. Buffy was in other room typing up contracts. Normal day, right?
Nowhere close.
Giles made the globe-trotting an official kind of thing last night. He's taking off to England for a while. And Buffy's just about decided that her and Dawn going to Rome. Not forever, just a month or two. Which is still a long time. And I know it's for a good reason and all that.
I pretty much knew all that was coming. But... and are you ready for this? Giles asked me to go somewhere too. And not Florida or Tijuana or Vancouver or somewhere else that's just kind of far. Nope. We're talking a whole other continent. Other side of the world kind of thing. Africa.
It's like Andrew's story to Brood Boy is coming true - almost some kind of weird karma.
No joke. So I might be about to beg for a leave of absence from my job, Or maybe quitting completely. Didn't guess this might be happening when I left work last night.
Giles plopped the announcement up last night. Honestly, when I woke up this morning, I figured I'd dreamed the whole thing until I read it again. I mean, yeah, I want to help, but... running off to another continent isn't exactly what I'd figured would happen. I thought I'd be holding down the fort here. So I'm still a little... yeah, surprised is a good word. I'm the guy who fixes things, not the quest-goer.
Will I go? Possibly. If everything's covered here, and with people going other places, there's a decent chance that I actually might. The whole idea doesn't seem even real to me yet. It's just a lot to wrap my brain around. I'm not even exactly sure why it's me that Giles is asking to go do this thing. Find slayer or four in a huge place that I've not only never been, but know zero about? Yeah, it wasn't making a lot of sense to me, either.
But if help is needed as bad as he's saying it is, I can't not do this. Even though I'm not all that certain that I'm the right guy for this kind of job. But maybe it'll be a good thing for me - see some new places, all that stuff. It could almost be like a do-over of the trip I'd hoped to do a few summers ago, just a different part of the world (and hopefully with a vehicle that doesn't die on me). Seriously, until we drove out here to Cleveland, the furthest I'd ever gotten in my whole life was Oxnard. Africa is further than both, times... a hundred? More? I think I'll stick with really far away.
It's still a weird concept. Bordering on scary.
current mood:  indescribable
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| Wednesday, March 17th, 2004
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7:27 pm
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Y'know, beer sounds good today, even if today wasn't already the day it is. Buffy's been in with Giles since we got home from work, still talking about what's going on all over the slayer-filled planet. I think they're planning on holding the house meeting pretty soon. Me? I'm still processing all of this.
Buffy's seriously leaning towards going somewhere that's not here for a while. And it's a great opportunity for Dawn, too. Can't blame them for thinking about taking the council up on this chance for an all-expense-paid trip to elsewhere. It'd be great for them to see new places. And if these new slayers need some help, and they need help because of what we did to make them how they are, then yeah, we definitely should be helping. Lots of people in the house (even the roommate) are talking about maybe possibly going somewhere too... but I'm not sure of much yet.
Oh, and there's some party going on that people are going to, but I think I'll skip it.
Yeah. Happy St. Patrick's Day.
current mood:  non-celebratory
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| Tuesday, March 16th, 2004
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2:25 pm - Big day so far
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Okay, I knew something was up yesterday. Buffy clued me in today (and when you hear the words "We have to talk"? Yeah, that's never a good sound to hear). Guess the few shreds that are left of the council got in touch with Giles, and they're in Slayer Overload right now. Too many to go out and find, too many to train... So they've sent up a flare asking for help.
Buffy's seriously thinking about heading out. Meaning the out of the country kind of out. Not forever, just for a couple months maybe. Not only that, but taking Dawn with her. Guess they need help in a lot of places, but there's a few that are looking pretty critical right now.
Honestly, my gut reaction? Go where ever they do. But we talked about it, and it didn't make a ton of sense for me to tag along with them, especially since this is a temporary thing. Can't say I like it, though.
I called up Giles after we got back from lunch about all this, and he's right - the whole thing with the multi-slayers? Our fault. Buffy came up with the plan, Wil made it happen, and we all supported it. And it's nice to think that we had every potential with us when it all went down, but we fully know we didn't. There were lots of potentials out there that weren't sent to us or that Giles didn't find, and lots that the Bringers didn't find, either. Now they all have superpowers and are probably freaked. And we should probably start taking responsibility for what we did, at least by helping these kids out.
Not sure how much I can do with my entire lack of superpowers, but I told Giles I'd help - holding down the fort here or making a run for some other border or whatever. We're gonna talk when I get home from work about this, and then I think we're all sitting down about this whole thing soon.
current mood: pensive
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| Monday, March 15th, 2004
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11:37 am - Mr. Sandman was on drugs last night.
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Had this weird dream last night. I had a cousin who I actually liked, I think I was in New York City (never actually been there, so not sure on that one), and I was... well, there was a god-awful pink shirt involved. And I think Debbie Gibson showed up at some point. Yeah... strange doesn't begin to cover it.
current mood:  weird
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