10th spell [ action / voice ] - Luceti

[slayersidekick]

[ First thing after she wakes up from her nap is to actually pull her hair up and go make something to eat. By this point, Willow has not figured out that she looks like someone else (mostly because her hair is out of her face so she can't see what color it is). Residents of House 7 (and anyone else who might be inside), there is now an unknown (nor maybe all-too-well-known) girl in your kitchen, cooking as well as your normal redhead does. WHAT DO YOU DO?


A few hours later, once Willow has figured out that she is SOMEONE ELSE, she will return to her room and open up her journal. ]

Um... i-is anyone else finding that they're... someone else today? Or am I the only one who got that privilege?

[ Buffy cast? That is most definitely NOT Willow's voice. That is most definitely Tara's. Freak out as needed. Replies will be coming from enchantedmysoul . Ignore the name, though. /lazy ]

Comments

[herotypical]

Willow, you're...[ she reaches for the purse hanging from one of the kitchen chairs. from it she grabs a small compact mirror which she holds out to the witch. ]

[enchantedmysoul.livejournal.com]

[ She takes it, frowning, and then- ]

Oh my God... [ She has to lean against the counter because sob. ] But how...?

[herotypical]

Experiment. This looks like a rinse and repeat of an old one, with a twist.

[ one that she's catching on to. ]

[enchantedmysoul.livejournal.com]

What was it the other time? I-is this one some kind of turn into your lover thing?

[herotypical]

Oh, God. I seriously hope not. But the last time people turned into what they hated. It's possible this is kinda the reverse.

[enchantedmysoul.livejournal.com]

So, this time it might be what you love? That makes sense for me... H-has anyone else, y'know, had something like this happen yet?

[herotypical]

Yeah. A few others.

[ she frowns. not looking happy with this. ]

[enchantedmysoul.livejournal.com]

[ ...It's about then, as she tries to figure out what to say that she remembers to take the soup off the stove. ]

...I think dinner's a little over-ready. Want some? Maybe we all could use a little now.

[herotypical]

[ she nods. ]

That...yeah, please. [ she is still wigged by the fact that this looks and sounds like tara. tara who should be dead. ]

[enchantedmysoul.livejournal.com]

[ Good old homemade vegetable soup. She dishes up enough for both of them. ]

I was kinda hoping the event this time would be tame somehow. [ Though, it could honestly be worse... ]

Um... It hasn't done anything to you, has it?

[herotypical]

I had to stop my body-double from walking around town dressed like a street-walker, last night.

[ she cuddles that soup to herself. comfort time. ] Will, you probably should stick close to home.

[enchantedmysoul.livejournal.com]

Oh... that's-

...Y-you don't think someone out there's my double, do you?

[ she nods seriously. ] I think I'll probably stay here. I wouldn't want to confuse anyone else today. That'd be really hard to explain, wouldn't it?

[herotypical]

This soup is delicious. I'm amazed that I'm not your double, right now. [ because she loves you. and because this is goddamned tough situation and she needs to cope with a little levity. ]

It's..safer.

[enchantedmysoul.livejournal.com]

[ She offers a small smile at that. ]

I don't know if I've gotten Tara's powers, too, o-or just her... [ Yeah, "body." There is no way to not make that sentence awkward. ] ...looks.

[ Sipping the soup. ] Are you okay? You kinda look like you've had a long day of demon-bashing o-or the Luceti equivalent.

[herotypical]

Jack didn't get the slayer boost, so I'm guessing that's a no. And I'm good. Just...worried. Are you okay -- y'know? It's gotta be a shock.

[enchantedmysoul.livejournal.com]

Jack-? [ Oh... oh. Well, that definitely solidifies things she'd been wondering. ] Then my magic should be mine... I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not. [ She sighs a little and holds her bowl closer. ] Yeah... I'm okay. I-I just wish Tara had actually... come this time. I miss her...

[herotypical]

Willow.

[ her voice exudes sympathy. ] She...oh, man. Some people have been here lots and some have never come.

[enchantedmysoul.livejournal.com]

And Giles might not come back... [ Her voice trails off and she sips her soup again. ] I-I know, but... it's hard not to keep wishing for it.

[ Pause. ]

It isn't wrong for me to wish she'd come here, is it?

[herotypical]

It's not wrong. [ she tries to shake the sadness. ] It's...it's natural.

[enchantedmysoul.livejournal.com]

Sorry. I'm being a downer, aren't it? [ She tries to give an uplifting smile. ]

So, uh, got any plans for the next few days aside from try to stay experiment-free?

[herotypical]

Keeping an eye on Jack. Hoping my reputation isn't too ruined.

[ watching 'tara' closely. ] What about you? Gonna stray far from home?

[enchantedmysoul.livejournal.com]

[ eyebrows.. ] I don't think he could ruin your reputation. You've been here too long a-and everyone knows it's an experiment now.

[ and a small headshake. ] I think I'm gonna stick right here. It's warm and cozy and not full of people who might not be people I think they are.

[herotypical]

Right. Exactly -- and better than you running into, say. Warren. [ oh god. ]

[enchantedmysoul.livejournal.com]

I-I think I'd rather run into Warren when I have my own body. Tara's doesn't work the same way mine does. [ Meaning that whole running thing? Doesn't work so well. nor does dodging. ] So no worries over here. I'm just gonna sit right here until this wears off. Well, not right here, but here as in this house and my room.

[herotypical]

Let's aim even higher. How about never running into Warren, ever? He's a creep.