It invoked. :)
And I'm giddy thrilled it did. I just added a line with Buffy asking if Joyce could not die, but her death was not bound up in anybody's choice, so it can't be undone.
I don't care if people read this and go, "No, that isn't what they'd do, they'd choose thus and so." Because--and it sounds pedantic as all hell--if something something I wrote makes people reflect and consider, I'm even happier than if they're impatient to find out what happens next.
Oh, who am I kidding? Nothing makes me happier than the howls of outrage at a cliffhanger.
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Defender of the Faith. If anything's wrong, give a yell, and I'll either fix it or throw myself at shrift's feet and get her to fix it.
I'm so frickin' proud. It's kind of lame, but there it is. I feel like Rites of Passage Gal.
Damn allergies.
Ha! And just think, you started out as a foofy thankyou for deathbombs.
Soon, soon, there will be Frank Pembleton eating of the Band Candy, and turning into - oh, man, I think my head just exploded.
I can't wait.
I really don't know. And I'm not taunting or being coy...he probably is the most difficult to picture.
Damn. Question. Brain draining like soap suds.
Sunnydale University? University of Sunnydale? Sunnydale College? University of California at Sunnydale?
Where in hell did they matriculate? And under which frat house was the Initiative located?
I'm beginning to percolate the Fourth Thing that should have happened.
Sunnydale University? University of Sunnydale? Sunnydale College? University of California at Sunnydale?
They called it UC Sunnydale.
Whoo-hoo! The Fourth Thing is not for lovers of the Enormous Hall Monitor, I'm afraid. I don't dislike him as much as a lot of people I know disliked him, but I do have a set idea of where his presence in town should have been cut off.
(laughing some at Deb getting mysterious phone call from someone in "waste management."
"That asshole's caused his last hammertoe. It's done. Click."
