I know, world in peril and we have to work together. This is my last office romance, I'll tell you that.

Buffy ,'End of Days'


Sang Sacré

The fictional Buffista City. With a variety of neighborhoods, climates, and an Evil Genius or two, Sang Sacre is where we'd all live if it were real. Jump in -- find a neighborhood, start a parade, become a superhero. It's what you make it.

History. Map.


Steph L. - Oct 22, 2002 9:10:16 am PDT #74 of 1100
the hardest to learn / was the least complicated

this is Avogadro.

BWAH!!!!


Betsy HP - Oct 22, 2002 10:26:47 am PDT #75 of 1100
If I only had a brain...

Below me, in the street, I hear somebody falling into a pit. With a faint cry of "XYZZY!". I curse, grab my little axe, and head for the door. I step on the cat again, and realize the tiny flaw in this plan.

Where did I leave my battery-powered lantern?


Miracleman - Oct 22, 2002 10:46:57 am PDT #76 of 1100
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020

It's dark. Well, as dark as Sang Sacre gets. The populace of this town seem to have a wonderful affection for candles and lanterns and whatnot. The street I'm on, in fact, is lit almost as well as normal by a co-operative gathering of candles, Chinese lanterns, tiki torches. It's really quite pretty.

I've been patrolling the back alleys, using the light from my staff to see when necessary. So far I've taken care of three muggings (two turned into newts, one into a rat), four vampire attacks (two by fire, one by beheading and the fourth by the sharpened end of my staff), two demonic incursions (a couple of handy banishing spells) and no less than three dozen trysts (none of which got turned into anything...at least not by me.)

Now I hear a growling, schlupping noise from a nearby alley. It could be anything from an overgrown alley cat eating a stray dog to a bogey-creature mating to...

"GGGggrrrrrRRAAAAARRGGGHHHLLLE..."

...a Grue?

What is a Grue doing here? What maniac...?

Oh. Right.

I mutter in an ancient Dwarvish dialect, a combination "see in the dark" spell and curse against mad scientists and their mothers and their mothers' mothers going back seventeen generations. I stalk into the alley, my blade drawn.

The Grue is a fearsome creature, more frightening to behold than even Hector at his fullest. It snarls at me, black ichor and foam dripping from its jaws.

Then the alley is flooded with light. "What's going on in there?"

Cursing, I whirl. The Grue has vanished. A very lonely and scared looking police officer stands at the mouth of the alley, his hand on his gun and holding a large Mag light.

"Nothing. Now. Damn it." I stalk past him into the street.


Connie Neil - Oct 22, 2002 3:47:13 pm PDT #77 of 1100
brillig

The Folly is actually brighter than it usually is, what with all the lanterns and candles and willow-the-wisp spells floating about. Achmed the Clever has all the lamps lit in my apartment. He almost breaks training enough to hug me, but stops himself before he can show untoward emotion. "Did you beat it, sitt?"

"I didn't have to. When the power died, it disappeared. I think it was some sort of holographic projection. So I think everything's OK. I think I need a shower and an early night."

"Your ... um ... friend appeared at the window just as the power went out. He's, um, waiting for you."

He's actually blushing, and my, ahem, friend has appeared at the window so often that I've had to put a lock on it to keep him from sneaking in when the place is empty and rummaging through my manuscripts. He can just wait for the final version like everyone else--except when I'm using him as plot inspiration. "Achmed, you're a such a nice boy. Don't let your cousin Selim corrupt you, please. Go home, if you like. Don't let yourself get eaten by a grue."


Atropa - Oct 31, 2002 12:55:30 pm PST #78 of 1100
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

"Are my wings on straight?"

Pete sighs, makes a minute adjustment. "Now they are."

I twirl around, narrowly missing his nose with an edge of a bat wing. "So?"

"You're very pretty. And very sparkly."

"It's Halloween. I'm allowed to be extra-sparkly."

I'm wearing a hoop-skirt enhanced black glitter velvet skirt, an overdress made from silver sparkly spiderweb fabric, a black velvet witch's hat with silver bats on the front, and black glitter bat wings. I pick up my silver wand with the filligree and crystal star on the top, and then look around Goblin Market.

"Where's Clovis?"

"trick or treat trick or treat trick or treat gimme CANDY!" chants Clovis, bouncing along the counter.

I pick him up and adjust his black velvet cape, then sit him in a antique Jack o' lantern bucket decorated with black ribbons on the handle.

"So you and Clovis are going trick-or-treating", Pete says.

"Yep. We should be home by nine ..."

"... and then we celebrate our wedding anniversary."

"You could go trick-or-treating with us, if you want ..."

"No, no. You and the Devilbunny have fun. Just don't get into any trouble."

"never do!" indignantly exclaims Clovis.

"No, of course not. You and Jilli are models of restraint and decorum and what, exactly, are you dressed up as?" Pete asks, distracted by what looks like a Devilbunny-sized wig between Clovis' ears.

I re-adjust the black fur "widow's peak". "Bunnicula, of course."

"Of course. Silly of me to ask."

Pete kisses me on the nose, and walks us to the door of the shop. With a quiet chant of "candy candy candy!", Clovis and I head out into the pumpkin-lit night.


Miracleman - Oct 31, 2002 1:00:26 pm PST #79 of 1100
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020

Ghosts wander the street, chatting, laughing, or, as the case may be, moaning, cursing and screaming. I sigh and relax a bit. This is just the way it should be.

A costume, though...a costume, a disguise...I need something...

Murmurring in an arcane languge, my features shift and flow. Horns sprout from my forehead, my jaw elongates, my complexion darkens and changes to purple...

Much better.


Connie Neil - Oct 31, 2002 1:03:58 pm PST #80 of 1100
brillig

I adjust my leather helmet, goggles, and long white silk scarf. The wind is strong up here on the roof of The Folly. "Ladies and gentlemen," I say, "it's that night again. Is the Sang Sacre Air Squadrom ready for patrol?"

Stony creakys and gravelly chuckles answer. The gargoyles so enjoy getting out and about.


DXMachina - Oct 31, 2002 1:13:19 pm PST #81 of 1100
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

"Hey Phred?"

"Yeah,boss?"

"Why am I looking at an invoice for three cases of candied herring fillets?"

"The bird ordered them to hand out as Halloween treats. I thought you knew about it."

I bury my face in my hands. My house is *so* gonna be egged tonight. I get up and start heading for the door, in a surely vain attempt to head off having to power wash the house. I hesitate for a second, because I'll need some kind of replacement treat. "Phred, do we have any candy bars or something around that I can hand out?"

Phred searches below the bar. "Here ya go, boss. There's some packs of beer nuts and some Slim Jims."

"It'll have to do."


Holli - Oct 31, 2002 2:22:21 pm PST #82 of 1100
an overblown libretto and a sumptuous score/ could never contain the contradictions I adore

A well-preserved old white truck trundles down the darkened Sang street. The driver, a kindly-looking white-haired gentleman, has a list of addresses on the passenger seat. He pulls into a parking space in front of DX's bar. The streetlights illuminate the letters on the side of the vehicle:

SANG SACRE CANDY SUPPLY CO.
SERVING OLD-FASHIONED TREATS SINC--

The year is illegible. The old man gets out of the truck and wheels a dolly around to the back doors. He selects a few boxes (labeled "Stick Candy" "Lemon Drops" and other in old-fashioned lettering) and stacks them on the dolly. He knocks on DX's door.

"Candy delivery!"

"Uh... I didn't order any candy. It's not more herring, is it?"

"Course not! Just good ol' fashioned treats for the kiddies."

"...Thanks. I think."

DX signs for the boxes, and the old man heads back to his truck. He's got a few more delivieries to make before full dark.


DXMachina - Oct 31, 2002 2:30:39 pm PST #83 of 1100
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

Cool, I've got candy. That was a near thing. Another couple of seconds, and I would have been gone. I flag down a cab, and load the boxes of goodies in the back. I climb in, and we're off to Victoria.

I'm trying real hard not to think about how the old guy in the truck knew that I was in desperate need of candy.