1 Wicca spell [Action/Accidental Voice]

[slayersidekick]

[It's early morning when Willow finally wakes up, blinking the sleep from her eyes. It takes her a few minutes to realize she's not in bed at Buffy's house, like she was last night when she fell asleep. Had she actually fallen asleep or had she dozed off for a little? The pile of clothes next to her says she merely dozed off before bed, but she can't imagine why she'd be wearing such a... weird hospital-type gown if she'd merely "dozed off." Then again, she has no idea why she wouldn't be in bed, either.

She sits up and looks around. The fountain is at her back - and it's a pretty one, too - but she's more than certain she's never seen it before in her life. What on earth is going on around here?

Something flips nervously in her stomach. Did someone use magic and transport her inter-dimensionally somehow? Or did she do it? Fantastic. Maybe it's just a dream. She's hoping so about now.

Sighing, she sits there for a few minutes to gather her thoughts before getting up to look around for a place to get changed. This gown is doing nothing at all for her. It's about then that she notices the open journal by her feet. She picks it up and looks at it, not noticing - yet - that it's on and recording.]

Hello? What is this thing...?

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[voice]

[herotypical]

[Willow. It has been a month and some since Buffy has last heard that voice and she isn't sure whether to be pleased or paranoid. Getting stuck here, after all, is no real reason for celebration.]

Will? [She asks, tentatively.] Will, it's me.

[voice]

[slayersidekick]

Buffy? [The voice seems to be coming from the book thing she's holding.]

Buffy, where are you- OW! [Okay, suddenly moving hurts. Or well, maybe sitting back down with the thing and resting her back against the fountain had been a bad idea.]

[voice]

[herotypical]

I'm in the book. I mean--I'm not really in the book. More like the book is a phone. And we're talk--you know what? Never mind. Details.

[Then the ow and Buffy is already looking for her shoes.] The more important question is where are you?

[voice]

[slayersidekick]

...You can explain it to me later? [Because knowing Buffy, the distance between them is about to get drastically smaller.]

I'm not sure. I'm by a fountain and there's lots of people wandering around.

[Action]

[esper-flight.livejournal.com]

[Terra's walking by, nibbling on a muffin and carrying a bakery bag. She's just taking a relaxing morning walk before heading home to share her bakery finds with Setzer, but the woman at the fountain catches her attention.

Pausing abruptly, the green-haired woman stares intently...then her eyes widen.]

You're new?!

[Action]

[slayersidekick]

[Willow turns her head at the sound of an unfamiliar voice and promptly closes the journal, holding it and her clothes close to her chest.]

New? I-I don't remember falling asleep outside or in a hospital gown.

[Which is the long version of "yes."]

[Action]

[esper-flight.livejournal.com]

[Terra shakes her head slowly, incredulous.]

Wow. We haven't had new people here in...months.

[Trying to shake herself out of that startled state, she tries to smile, though it's apologetic. She hates giving bad news.]

My name is Terra and this is Luceti. I'm a captive, too, and so is everyone here. I'm sorry....

[Action]

[slayersidekick]

[Willow stares for a minute. What is this girl talking about?]

I'm Willow. [Pause.] Okay, where is here, this Luceti place? This isn't some new city or a demon dimension I got randomly sucked into while I wasn't looking. [...Pleading look.] I-is it?

voice;

[univalent.livejournal.com]

[ early morning means this ensouled vampire who is very much not the poncier, irish version (with very different coloring, thank you) was just about to shed clothing and roll into bed when the sound of willow's voice came floating from the pages of the journal tossed carelessly on a table across the room. spike gets up, pads over to it and picks the thing up, looking down at it with a furrowed brow that goes unseen. ]

Bloody hell, Red?

voice;

[slayersidekick]

[How fortunate for her. She just stares at the journal for a minute before sitting back down on the fountain ledge and figuring out how to work it. That voice sounds so very familiar.]

...Spike?

voice;

[univalent.livejournal.com]

That'd be right, yeah. ...huh, thought they'd tossed you back into the world of the right and somewhat sane. Heard of cases of them pullin' people back in, but this is definitely a first.

[ pause. ]

I take it you don't recall having been here before?

voice;

[slayersidekick]

What are you talking about? [ Even for Spike, this is talking nonsense. ]

voice;

[folklorist]

That would be your journal! It's how everyone communicates around here! Like one of those...cellphone things.

voice;

[slayersidekick]

A communication journal? [Give her a second, she's staring at it.] Huh... I'll have to figure out how it works. [Which she will. She's good at this sort of thing.]

voice;

[folklorist]

Exactly! It's amazing isn't it? I wonder how they do it. Ah-uh you've probably heard by now but this place is called Luceti.

voice;

[slayersidekick]

I bet I can find out.

Yeah... it looks like a whole other dimension from Sunnydale.

[ voice ]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

... Rosenberg?

[ voice ] - lmfao those keywords XD

[slayersidekick]

[Have a gigantically awkward silence. Who is this guy? Hesitantly:] Do I know you? You don't sound like Principle Snyder and he's one of the only people who calls me that...

[ voice ] - XD

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

I'm a doctor, not a principle.

[ Wait, he's getting off-track here. Must be the same with what happened with Uhura. ] Not really, but.. uh, I've heard about you. You're from Sunnydale, right? Buffy's friend.

[Voice]

[redstringed]

It is very clearly a book. Was that not obvious?

[Voice]

[slayersidekick]

It's not a book I've ever seen.

[Voice]

[redstringed]

Oh? Then you've seen every book ever printed, perhaps? Of course it isn't.

voice;

[thirdhost.livejournal.com]

[ the voice sounds vaguely familiar, but emony can't quite place it just yet. ]

It's an enchanted journal, the standard method of communication here in Luceti. They have a nasty habit of turning themselves on.

voice;

[slayersidekick]

Oh... So this sort of thing happens a lot?

voice;

[thirdhost.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately so.

New Feather, I take?