Erika, I might be willing ... as long as I don't hafta DIE or anything strenuous.

Nope,your death would happen off-screen, in best H:LOTS tradition. Detectives would just find you dead...somewhere TBD. It's A Very Buffista Redball. A redball being a case that attracts huge scrutiny, and media. Crazy leather pants clad out of towners in a cult that lick each other=paydirt

ah, then, I'm much too boring - middle-aged white female, no record, nada.

On the other hand, I did watch H:LotS when it was on.

And last week, Arch Campbell (local entertainment reporter for NBC) was interviewing various L&O cast members. He was interviewing Munch who said that H:LotS was like great sex and should have gone on forever. L&O he compared to foreplay (I'm paraphrasing).

That Belzer. But you know, I think he's right. By the time you get into a L&0 story it's over...

erika, feel free to corpse me out. I'm fine with it.

I'm ok with it, too. But it might disturb Pembleton's concentration, slightly(but only slightly...we are talking Pembleton here.) Sorry about killing you off. But they'll work hard for you. And God, of course.

I have moments where I think me rendered as a chalk outline would send most self-respecting detectives (and possibly their deities of choice) on a deliriously happy drinking spree.

Go for it. Just don't have me killed on a plane, is all.

The revelry of Buffista f2f 2004 was starting to get going. Time for the annual sing along of OMWF. Too many bodies stuffed in a hospitality suite as always...with a few hardy souls testing out the Kitchen of Porn already. A few Buffistas decide it’s too early for that kind of nonsense and go looking for Deb’s fancy clothes and shoes to pick through for Prom.

Amych runs into Tep, who skips sing-a-longs on principle. “Hey, Tep, have you seen Deb? Cause I can’t get in the room. I knocked, but no answer. Cause you know, Hec and JZ will be here for a while...and you know, I want to look my best. And she said she'd bring that black thing."

“Say no more. But you know, I haven’t seen her lately. She went to the bathroom and didn’t come back.”

“Well, we did have quite a party last night.”

“Yeah, well, I’d better check,” Tep said. “It’s a Cancer thing.”

Tep looks around, finally spying Deb G, lying in her hotel room, dead.

“I think she’s dead.”

“Dead sexy?” the Empress asked.

“No, I think she’s actually dead.”

“Erika’s gonna be sorry she missed this,” Juliana said. A few Buffistas give her reproving looks. “Well, she would, all that crime stuff.”

“Well, what should we do?”

“Send ita to go look around!”

“Why me?”

“Cause if anybody dangerous shows up you can kill ‘em.” An Laista points out helpfully.

“But not so well,” ita apologizes. “Only three ways. I’d really rather have five or six under my belt first.”

“It only takes one, ita.” Allyson points out, ever the planner.
“Don’t. touch. Anything." DX said.
“What does Google say?”

“Where’s Giles when you want him?”

“Mmm, Giles. Maybe he could bring his chainsaw?”

“That would be so.Hot.”

“You guys, I think I’ve got a call to make.”Tep said, holding up her hand like she was directing traffic.

Meanwhile on the other end,

“Howard. Homicide.” Damn, Kay thought. I wanted an easy night tonight. Was that music? “Going through the motions/walking through the part.” You and me both, honey.
Sheesh. “Ma’am, you’re gonna have to keep the noise level down, huh?” This was definitely gonna be a weird one...she could just feel it. Maybe she should swap with Beau, at least not be stuck with primary.
No, she actually wanted to put down the case. Not leave it to Johnny Walker and Natty Bo and Jack Daniels. Wouldn’t you know, it'd be a tourist. Please don’t let the brass crawl up my butt on this one, she prayed, feeling sacriligious. Beau wasn’t back from lunch yet...crap, stupid marriage counseling with Psycho Beth.

She grabbed Munch and said “ You’re coming with me.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Must. stop. laughing. long. enough. to. breathe.....

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