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Tuesday, April 12th, 2005
11:33 pm
Weaknesses Revealed (Graduation II Rewrite)
Tonight’s broadcast, wherein previously endearing traits proved terribly disastrous:

“We attack the Mayor with Chow Mein”

Everyone stared at Oz. Except Buffy, who perked up, unexpectedly.

“That’s it. Faith told me to play upon his Hunan weakness. Quick, get me the menu for King Kong’s Asia Café…”

“Was this before or after you were unconscious”
“Is she nuts?”
“I think King Kong only does Cantonese”
“If we could just get ingredients from the emporium, I could cook something up…”
“Mm. Get me a General Tso. With spring rolls.”
“Oh dear…”

Comatose, Faith fumed. If only Buffy had paid better attention…
Monday, April 11th, 2005
7:19 pm
Monday, August 9th, 2004
10:27 pm
The Code (BtVS HS, G) Willow, Xander, Cordy
Clearly, his time as a soldier had paid off far more than they’d expected.

Willow looked on as Xander avoided bullet after bullet, jumping, tumbling and ducking. He returned fire, sending his enemies flying. For some, it was just a game. But Xander’s focus and concentration were unmistakable – his progress unstoppable.

“You’re amazing. I don’t know how you do it. What’s your secret?”

“Ah, Will, a magician never reveals his secrets.”

Cordelia put down her Cosmo. “Oh please, there’s only one pattern here. Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A Start.”

“What? I had a Nintendo too!”
Sunday, June 6th, 2004
4:16 pm
I'm Afraid Of Americans (Spike POV, S4)
My god, these people are stupid.

Most big evils are old. They develop power and influence and nastiness over time. The good thing about them is that they get so bloody full of themselves that you can wrap them up in lies until you can set up a nice backstab and take their gold.

But to say "I'll build myself an evil out of a jigsaw, give it armor and a big bloody polgara spike, ram in all sorts of cleverness and a yen for destruction, and I won't even install a bloody off-switch!"?

Bloody yanks and their toys. Idiots.
Sunday, May 23rd, 2004
10:45 pm
Tuesday, April 20th, 2004
8:04 pm
Monday, December 8th, 2003
8:49 am
Scorekeeping (Xander, S3, post-"Consequences")
Xander desperately wants to talk it over with Willow, with someone, but it still hurts when he tries. He's desperate because he just doesn't get it.

Faith killed that guy and tried to blame it on Buffy. Then she tried to kill him. Then Angel talked to her and then the Watchers tried to ship her off to England, but she kicked their asses and bailed. So Buffy found her ready to take a slow boat to China but vampires attacked and Faith saved Buffy.

So she's back. Back on the good guy team.

So this is a win.

Sunday, December 7th, 2003
9:24 pm
Meaning of Success: Dawn
She remembered the time she'd managed to get an A in math, and her mom had taken her out for ice-cream, triple hot-fudge sundae. Still young enough to not be self-conscious about being seen with her mother, but that soon changed.

Next time she got an A and her mom grabbed her car-keys, she faked a headache and spent an hour on the phone to her friends instead.

And then she found out that her mom had never really taken her out for ice-cream.

And then it was too late.

And then getting As in math never really mattered anymore.

Current Mood: creative
Sunday, November 16th, 2003
11:53 pm
Chrysallid (for the new Sunday 100)
She remembered nothing.

This was the thing about dying, about being reborn: she always seemed to forget, for those first few minutes after waking, everything that had brought her to this metamorphosis. It had happened the first time, hundreds of years back, when the Master had taken her down and brought her back. Now, it seemed, it had happened the second time.

Disoriented, frightened, Darla lay in the box of earth, open to the night sky, seeing Angel, seeing Dru, panicking, jumping, going to ground.

When she did remember what had led to this new undeath, she tried to forget.
7:51 pm
New Sunday 100 Drabble 2
Title: Butterfly
Sequel to New Start
Rated G
She was so new to this world pink and wrinkled. Looking at her Giles was reminded of a butterfly just emerged from the cocoon. He already saw the promise of her Mother’s beauty. Giles felt a shiver of fear, how in the world would he keep his promise to share equally in child care if he was afraid to touch the baby?

Anya smiled and gave a tired laugh. “I know what it looks like honey, but Clem had nothing to do with this.”

Giles bent down and gave Mother and daughter each a kiss flavored with love and laughter.

Current Mood: giggly
Wednesday, November 12th, 2003
3:32 am
As of Sunday the 21st, no more challenges will be issued in this journal. We will be switching over to open_on_sunday, which will function exactly as sunday100 has in the past. I'll still be issuing the challenges, and hopefully all of you will still be answering them.

Why the switch? Well, as you may recall, I'm not the original moderator of this group. When the previous moderator gave me admin duty, she never actually transferred the group over to me in LJ's system. I'd vaguely worried for a while what I'd do if we had any incidents requiring moderation, but thanks to all of you this hasn't been a pressing issue. I took the recent LJ resetting of all S1 journal styles - and the resulting formatting making the main page very difficult to read - to be a sign of a sort that I should really get working on this. And, so, here we are.

As a motivator to join the new group, I'm also running a layout design contest. Design a layout for the community, and the group will vote on which they like best. For first prize, *one year* of paid LJ time, six months for second prize, and two months for third prize. And depending on the number of responses (more than 20 or so, I don't think I'll be able to afford...), extra icon space for all who submit a layout. The deadline for submitting a layout will be December 1.

Any questions or comments are of course welcomed, and I hope to see you at open_on_sunday!

Current Mood: hopeful
Tuesday, November 11th, 2003
12:17 am
challenge CLOSED
The autumn challenge has ended. Please put all late drabbles, challenge suggestions and other community business in the replies to this message. I still have some spare codes, so any non-LJ users interested in the community can feel free to e-mail me.

Also, the inspiration for this week's challenge came from the Angel Book of Days. There's a lot of great stories there, and I think the winter challenge might be starting up soon. /pimp

Current Mood: cold
12:08 am
November 5. Giles, Buffy, G.
Bonfires were illegal in Maryland.

Well, so's hidden crossbows.

Yet here she was, with a big honkin' bonfire in the woods of Harford County, and a previously-hidden crossbow. "Guy-what-day?"

"Fawkes. After asking for an explanation, it's only polite to listen."

She chucked a vampire in the bonfire. "Sorry, I'm a little busy."

Giles ducked. Another vampire accidentally jumped to his death. "Same. Perhaps this could wait?"

Buffy tripped a third vampire. It fell into the flames. She looked around; no more demons. "Wow. They certainly got into that burning-in-effigy thing."

"Without the effigy bit," Giles said. "But I won't complain."

A/NCollapse )
Monday, November 10th, 2003
7:20 pm
Old Blood
(last of three)

The pumpkin sits on a hideous diner-style table in a motel just outside Lincoln, Nebraska.

They'd had slipped away from the group long since dubbed "Rupert's Travelling Medicine Show", and gone to a local market. They chose the pumpkin; they even remembered a votive candle to light its snaggletoothed, empty-socketed head.

Now, staring at it, Buffy swears. "Damn," she says, "we forgot a carving tool."

"No prob, B." Faith rummages through her surviving wardrobe, and produces a knife; the blade is stained with old blood.

The two Slayers look at each other for a silent moment, each remembering too much.
10:13 pm
The Victors
Title: The Victors
Author: Dlgood
Spoilers: AtS-4, Home
Characters: Connor
AN - Clearly, I have football on the Brain.
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Autumn in Ann Arbor means falling leaves and falling temperatures.

He tells himself, that he should feel the cold. That a boy who’d never before been outside of Sourthern California shouldn’t be bare-chested in a Michigan November. Even after the tailgate and beers.

But, this is the Big House, and his Wolverines are challenging the hated Ohio State Buckeyes for the Big Ten title and a trip to the Rose Bowl.

Here, he’s surrounded by friends and his new family.

He tells himself he should feel nothing besides the cold.

But he doesn’t. Somehow, his body knows that this isn’t it.
Tuesday, November 11th, 2003
2:57 am
An Autumn Evening (Dru POV, PG)
Title: An Autumn Evening
Author: Cerisaye
Rating: PG

Fire crackling like brittle bones as she toasts her toes by the hearth. Coals spark and spit out a glowing ember.

Wait till Darla sees the scorchmark on her precious Persian rug. Drusilla smirks and snuggles into the cushions, hugging Miss Edith close.

Shuts her ears to screams echoing from Angelus’ room above. Another lesson for William.

Tightcloses her eyes.

Crunching through dry leaves, smell of damp and decay heavy in the air. Bonfire Night with roasted chestnuts and burnt potatoes.

Heavy footsteps on the stairs.

Reek of cigars/whisky/blood/sex.

Cruel fingers thrust under her bodice.

“Come to daddy, sweet Drusilla.”

Current Mood: moody
Monday, November 10th, 2003
8:55 pm
Autumn Drabble #3
Title: Banishing the Ghost
Author: Lady O'Neill
Pairing: Buffy/Spike
Rating: PG13

A/N: Read the previous two please.

yep, my happy endingCollapse )

Current Mood: busy
8:46 pm
Autumn Drabble #2 (sequel to the first one)
Title: The Thinning Veil
Author: Lady O'Neill
Pairing: Angel/Eve
Rating: R

A/N: Read the first drabble from me first; there's another one coming up after this one (which really isn't about Eve and Angel at all).

set in the future the way it should go in my opinionCollapse )

Current Mood: busy
Tuesday, November 11th, 2003
2:25 am
No One Ever Told Me (Oz/Xander-ish, post-"Lover's Walk", G)
Fall in California is never remarkable, but this year the cold seems to have settled into his bones. Heavy sense of dread at his own stupidity.

Cordelia isn't speaking to him, Willow won't let him touch her and Oz. Doesn't even look at him.

Xander watches him from across the cafeteria. Tipped-back chair, intensely otherwhere expression. Wants to apologize a thousand times over, but what kind of sorry is big enough? If Oz would only *look* --

After school, Oz's van is the first out of the parking lot. Xander watches it go, zips up his jacket, listens to leaves crunch under his feet.

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Monday, November 10th, 2003
8:16 pm
Autumn Drabble #1
Title: Ghosts
Author: Lady O'Neill
Pairing: Buffy/Spike
Rating: PG13

set in the near future in a world the way it should be according to meCollapse )

Current Mood: determined
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