Okay, I hereby challenge folks to write CWDP stories.
You can write the conversation for any character that wasn't shown on air. So that would be Giles, Xander, and Anya. Anyone I'm missing?
Reynolds, I'm a dangerous-minded man on a ship loaded with hurt. Now, why you got me chatting with your peons?
Womack ,'The Message'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Elena - Jun 17, 2003 5:59:37 pm PDT #4329 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.
victor infante - Jun 17, 2003 6:01:45 pm PDT #4330 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
Anyone I'm missing?
Clem.
Elena - Jun 17, 2003 6:04:34 pm PDT #4331 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.
Okay, then, Clem too. But I don't think we know enough about his past to speculate on who he'd be conversing with. Unless it was a kitten, and that wouldn't be much of a conversation.
Victor, you write Clem's conversation.
victor infante - Jun 17, 2003 6:06:56 pm PDT #4332 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
But I don't think we know enough about his past to speculate on who he'd be conversing with. Unless it was a kitten, and that wouldn't be much of a conversation.
Depends on the kitten.
Victor, you write Clem's conversation.
Okey-doke. What the Hell. May be short, and take a few days, as we've got houseguests, then are going to a wedding, and then have different houseguests. But I'll try anything once.
P.M. Marc - Jun 17, 2003 6:07:00 pm PDT #4333 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Wasn't Giles still in England during CWDP, or off picking up cannon fodder? Would TFE have even bothered with him at the time?
deborah grabien - Jun 17, 2003 6:07:50 pm PDT #4334 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Elena, would you mind one of a character who might well have been in town, but wasn't mentioned?
I mean, are we talking strictly about canon for characters in town that day or this season?
Elena - Jun 17, 2003 6:10:55 pm PDT #4335 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.
Go wild, Deb. I think that the FE's reach might extend fairly wide. And, really, wasn't there speculation that it was the FE when Lilah appeared to Wes?
PMM, maybe so, but I want to read about Giles' conversation with, probably, Jenny.
P.M. Marc - Jun 17, 2003 6:18:43 pm PDT #4336 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
And, really, wasn't there speculation that it was the FE when Lilah appeared to Wes?
Well, only amongst the unspoiled, really. You all were speculating the same thing about Angel.
We, however, knew better. HAHAHAHA.
Ahem.
Elena - Jun 17, 2003 6:19:47 pm PDT #4337 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.
Spoiled rotten, that's you.
deborah grabien - Jun 17, 2003 6:22:05 pm PDT #4338 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
(Beginning of one for Elena)
The man sat on a gravestone, his feet tucked under him, wishing for a lawn chair. He was talking with a dead thing.
"Do you know," he said conversationally, "I have this very odd feeling that you aren't really the Mayor of Sunnydale."
The Mayor, or whatever it was - it had stepped out from behind someone's family crypt, all stone angels and lamenting statuary - tilted its head and regarded him.
"Well now," it remarked. "Aren't you just the clever sorcerer? And why are you sitting on that pile of mouldy decayed body bits? Don't you know how unhygenic grave dirt is?"
"True. I didn't think to bring a chair." Ethan Rayne got up, and stretched. "And yes, as it happens? I'm quite clever, in the usual way. Tonight, though, I seem to be a bit dim. Since you're not the Mayor - I keep an eye on Sunnydale, so I'd heard all about the school and the snake and all that - I honestly can't guess why you're bothering to show up here, and dressed in a Mayor-suit, of all things. Care to enlighten me?"
"Oh, Ethan Ethan Ethan." It shook its head at him; the Mayor's mannerisms, he thought, were being very well done, but they weren't perfect; something was being crammed into a space it wasn't meant for, and didn't fit. Still, it was close enough to disturb. "I think someone's not as bright a boy as he could be. Definitely need a paddling - you haven't been studying. Now, if only I was corporeal..."
"Ah." Gooseflesh crept along Ethan's arms, despite the warmth of the night. "The First, I presume? Nice to meet you - well, no, that's rot, not nice at all, utterly wrong word. What can I do for you?"