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Who: Everyone!
What: A dance. :|
When: October 31st-November 1st
Where: The hotel ballroom in LucetiLand.
Summary: Here is the post describing the event!
Rating: Uhhh anywhere from G-R.

At the door there stands a droid; he's wearing a very snazzy tux, and collecting the invitations. If you don't have an invitation, don't worry!

Just get the hell in that room. Thank you.

The ballroom is enormous, more than enough to accommodate you and your fellow captives. The lighting is overall somewhat dim to set the atmosphere; there are tables bunched together at one end of the room, and a rather large dance floor at the other (complete with lights, strobe and spotlight, and a DJ-droid in a sequined suit and sporting a hangman's noose around his neck). To the side, lengthy tables loaded with all sorts of partyriffic snacks and drinks. And of course, droids milling about in the same sharp suits the one at the door was clad in, all with little spooky variations to add festivity -an arrow through the head, Frankenstein bolts through the neck, vampire fangs, etc- as they seem to be setting chairs, cleaning up used plates and cups, and generally stopping anyone from sneaking out the windows or doors.

It can be noted, however, that the droids are terribly outnumbered.

You can join in the festivities; take a seat and wait for a friend or a date, have a snack or try to escape. Just make sure to make the night memorable.

Because there is something lurking outside...and if you leave to investigate, you might not come back.

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Girl, really; Rachel was only sixteen. But that didn't seem to matter to the Slayer's Council, and it didn't matter to the morpher. Besides, it was just a costume.

But that voice was really, really, really familiar - and though she'd half-expected it, that wasn't... exactly something she'd been anticipating. Rachel paused, then turned, standing a good few inches taller than the original Slayer. What in the hell do you say to the person you're impersonating? "No more than usual."

[[OOC: She's already fourth-walled Faith (she knows through third season/some of fourth), so Buffy fourth-wall y/n?]]

"Then usual looks like it requires some pretty intense packing." She was referring to the weaponry, of course. Her face had been taken over by a rather serious expression and it clashed horribly with the spirit of her own costume.

Rachel rolled her eyes a little, because this was about to get pretty awkward. Which, you know, was going to make this so fun. Might as well just come out and say it, because Faith might have already told her about this. And now that she took note of it, she recognized that costume, too, though she hadn't had the chance to watch the show much after that episode.

"No more than you usually do, considering I'm dressed as you." ...She was a lot shorter than Rachel had pictured. Maybe that was why she'd always worn heels.

Now, that was a brain-buster. Buffy had to stop and re-evaluate the girl's costume. "Me? I mean--I'm flattered and all and I don't really know who you are...except, wait." The blonde began to dredge through her memories because the voice sounded awfully familiar.

"You're the one who's taking detangler home, right?"

"I'm going to try to." There was one glaring anomaly to the costume - Rachel's "date" was a stuffed hawk she'd managed to pin to her shoulder ~~and the mun fails for not mentioning that earlier~~. "You're Buffy Summers, the Slayer. You're kind of big back at home."

Aaaaand time for the brainbreak.

"Big, back at home? You mean your home?" Buffy frowned. Could this be one of the new Slayers? There were so many of them, Buffy could never remember them all. So, the blonde proceeded on the notion that this girl was, in fact, from her own world. How else could she know?

"Nice--uhm--hawk. Sorry--what was your name?"

Kind-of-sort-of-in-a-way? Her home was much less on the demons and monsters and much more on the aliens, but everything else was the same down to most of the pop culture references, as she and Faith had found out. "Yeah, back in my home. You, uh... Look, you're in a really famous television show. I mean, you're the main character. I met Faith when I got here, and... that was really really weird."

Y'know, maybe this hadn't been such a great idea after all. She'd liked it because it was an easy costume she could live with very comfortably and keep the clothes to use later, but this was just getting complicated. She glances at the hawk very, very briefly, then tries to give Buffy a grin. It pretty much works, she's used to acting more confident than she really is. "Rachel. Big fan."

There had been a girl here--for just a little while--who had also told Buffy about some sort of famous television show. For the subject to come up again? Buffy's face scrunched up into a thoughtful frown. "One of those things, huh? God, this place is pretty much the most non-sense-making place ever."

By far and large, the Slayer seems to be taking it relatively well. Although the slow-dawning realization that Rachel, much like MJ, would have been able to watch not just the triumphs but all the...other stuff. With a shuffle of her feet and a clearing of her throat, Buffy tried her best to keep eye-contact.

"...Uhm, well? Nice to meet you then, Rachel. I'm--hmm--I guess you already know the answer to that, though. Kudos on the costume. I think."

"Yeah, you got that right." Aliens were bad enough; adding in magic on top of it almost made Rachel's head spin. And she'd definitely died, which made it even weirder.

Who the hell knew, really.

"Yeah, I... kinda do. Don't worry about it, Faith and I get... weirded out by it sometimes. Guess you can't help it with stuff like this." And she tried to find a bright spot. "I guess if something happens, then you could just grab a weapon from me if you wanted. Not like I can use them."

Buffy smiled at the offer but leaned in to give Rachel a peek into the picnic basket, predictably stuffed with a few choice weapons. "A girl's gotta come prepared. Still, they're not too tough to use. You'd be surprised what you could probably do if something had to get done."

She really should have guessed that. This is Buffy, after all. "Eh, there's other ways than pointy wooden things to take care of something going wrong." She just didn't want to use it, because that would mean shredding her clothes, which wasn't high on her list of things to do. She wanted to wear these again, dangit. "But some of them look like fun."

"Truthfully? They really can be kind of like fun. Some aren't tough to get the hang of. I mean, a stake? Sort of an insert here kind of deal."

Buffy shrugged and lowered the lid on her picnic basket. There was something about young girls, now, that made her want to go into instructor mode--even if it has been half year since she had been and amongst the Slayer Organization.

Don't worry Buffy, Rachel could fight. Just... in nowhere near the same way. "It'd probably take some practice to hit the heart right away, though. But at least I could do the flips and and cartwheels and everything - I took gymnastics for forever at home." Yes, she was too tall to be really good at it, but she'd still loved it for years and put a lot of effort into making herself as good as she could possibly be.

"Gymnastics? Huh, you wouldn't have happened to met a woman here called Emony yet, maybe? She's apparently a hot-shot gymnast in her world." Buffy leaned, peering through the crowd before pointing out the Trill woman who currently looked more human than Trill. "Right there--that's her."

And Rachel followed the pointing finger, leaning to peer around someone's back before catching sight of the blonde. "No, haven't met her yet. Is she all right or is she someone to avoid?" She'd picked up very quickly that there were crazies around, and much though she'd love to go play face hockey with them, she wasn't impulsive enough to do it without backup (or severe provocation).

"Oh, she's fine. I'm pretty sure--I mean, I don't avoid her. It's sort of a mutual friends kinda deal, but she seems to be very firmly in the okay department." Buffy waffled on her verdict--after all, there was still the unavoidable fact that Emony was an alien. Not that she looked at all different at the moment. "She's a nice person. It's her grumpy doctor sorta-boyfriend that you gotta look out for."

Oh, an alien. Well, Rachel at least wouldn't blink at that description, except maybe to say that no alien should look that human, but oh well. Maybe in the future. "So he's not the kind of doctor with a kitten in his pocket and a lollipop and a hug for every child who gets a tetanus shot, huh?" She should probably stay away from him, then.

"Not really, no. He's a good guy and I'm pretty sure there's something close to a beating heart somewhere under all the grumbling--but his bedside manner's a little less than stellar. Good intentions, though." Buffy nodded emphatically. "If you ever need anything medicalish, he's totally your man."

"Oh, so he's going to say it's all your fault when he plows into you and ends up breaking your arm, even as he's fixing it? I never know how to act with those people." Rach shakes her head a little. "They're being good but at the same time they're really annoying."

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feel free to forth wall! Buff's costume's from the 4th, she may recognize it too?

Sweet! Xander as James Bond!

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