[ buffy does what she usually does during these arrivals. she leaves her door open -- just in case someone needs to talk some last minute shop -- and sits on the edge of the bed that isn't really her bed, going through her weapons. most are scattered on the bed around her. the red scythe, a few swords, a crossbow, a mace.
this time there is also a (incredibly hopeful, really) carafe of coffee sitting on one of the room's tables with two overturned cups. ]
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this time there is also a (incredibly hopeful, really) carafe of coffee sitting on one of the room's tables with two overturned cups. ]