survey

Gakked from Bellatemple.
You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.

Not as easy as you might think.

1. Where is your cell phone? nonexistant
2. Describe your boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife/lover? nonexistant
3. Your hair? short
4. Your mother? loving
5. Your father? protective
6. Your favorite item? Bible
7. Your dream last night? interesting
8. Your favorite drink? water
9. Your dream car? tiberon
10. The room you are in? homey
11. Your ex? seagull
12. Your fear? fear
13. What do you want to be in 10 years? loving
14. Who did you hang out with last night? people
15. What you're not? shy
19. The last thing you did? type
20. What are you wearing? clothes
21. Your favorite book? colorful
22. The last thing you ate? food
24. Your mood? intrigued
25. Your friends? awesome
26. What are you thinking about right now? words
27. Your car? nonexistant
28. What are you doing at the moment? this
29. Your summer? which?
30. Your relationship status? nonexistant
31. What is on your tv? clock
32. When is the last time you laughed? earlier
33. Last time you cried? earlier
34. School? done

Copy.
Paste.
Answer.
One.
Word.

Stuff

Well, I did it. I took care of my remix. I’d gotten a very nice guy to post it for me, since I wasn’t sure if I’d be out of China when it needed to be up, but apparently, there’s this thing called “Rich Text” … not to be confused with HTML.

Whoops.

So, I had to go in, and fix it up, which only took, and I am not joking, seven tries. Seven! I am so computer illiterate, it’s not even funny.

Ah, well. I at least know how to type html. Even if I did forget how to do an LJ cut. Luckily, I had a computer genius in the room that i could ask.

Okay, now on to the mini ficlet.

***

Phone Call

Xander picked up the phone, since none of the girls were paying any attention to it. “Angel Investigations, we help the hopeless … helpless … ah, whatever.”

“Xander?” The shock was evident in the other guy’s voice. “What are you doing there?”

Xander’s attitude cooled off considerably. “I think the better question would be, why are you calling here?”

Riley sighed. “Because Sunnydale bit the big one, and is currently a very large crater, so I couldn’t reach anyone there.”

Xander started watching the girls sparring again. “And you were trying to reach us because … why? It’s not like we’re close personal friends.”

“Did Buffy die again?”

“Buffy didn’t. Other people did.”

“Sorry to hear that. What about Faith?”

“Nope, she’s still kicking.” Literally. “What is this about?”

“Could you please explain to me how Sam was able to kick me into a wall twelve feet away?”

 
End

Hee! I got hit by the urge.

Something Old, Something New -- Buffy POV

 
Okay, last freaking summer, the great and wonderful nemo_gravis asked if anyone would want to write Buffy’s point of view for his story, “Something Old, Something New”. I volunteered, and the first day, managed to do half of the story. And then, tragedy struck. The entire story? Disappeared. And I had to go on the road, so the computer I’d been using wasn't an option anymore.

Well, around Valentine’s Day (I think), I suddenly realized that I hadn’t done the story. So I posted it so that he could see it.

And right about now is when I realized that I hadn’t posted it so everyone else could see it. So, here it is.

Finally. (Sex is mentioned. Quite a bit. And there’s cursing, and … all right, it’s not my usual sort of story at all. But darn it, I’m proud of this baby. I’ve tried recently to try stories that aren’t my usual cup of tea, ’cause otherwise, how will I really grow if I’m always doing the same things?)

( Something Old, Something New )