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Dec. 5th, 2003 08:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angelchickenYou may have heard, but it is what the locals call "snowing" here in the Big Apple (and other places, too, apparently. But I'm not there, I'm here so I will stick with here instead of broadening my jumbled thoughts to include there. And something in my kitchen just fell). I would say, in my non-meteorologist-in-any-way-opinion that we have gotten about three inches so far.
And the worst is yet to come. Wheee!
And when the weather lady started bandying around phrases like "Blizzard like conditions", "nor'easter" and "14 inches" I did what any sane person would do:
Went to Blockbuster (Video: Wow! What a difference) and badgered the clerk for a half hour until I got the DVD's I originally came for even though there was really nothing he could do.
My original plan was to get "The Fellowship of the Ring" and "The Two Towers" but when I got there they didn't have TFotR and I was sad. So I got TTT and wandered for a bit and picked up and put down a bunch of films that just didn't hold my interest. I finally settled on some (and by some I mean five) films (after once again buggin' the really nice Blockbuster guy) and got in line. At one point I was debating buying TFotR, but I really want to just buy all three at once, so I decided not to. As I was in line a different guy pushed out a cart of DVD's and I asked if mayhaps the wayward DVD was in there. It turns out it wasn't, but it was in his previous cart full despite his adamantly claiming it wasn't and so he rushed and got it for me! Squeee! So I got the vids I wanted. And three more. I exchanged "Chicago" when he found tFotR and kept "The Chamber of Secrets" (mmmmmmOliver Wood), "Finding Nemo" (I need to brush up on my whale) and "Sweet Home Alabama" (I needed something completely mindless.
So I'm set for a day of Christmas cardin', videoin' and maybe even ficcin'.
Speaking of which . . . (and let's pause and admire the smoooooth segway)
I am, admittedly, a big fat whore for attention. I want it and I want it all the time in every way shape and form. LOVE ME! ME ME ME!!! When my ex (College Ex, not Stupid Ex) was doing something that didn't involve me and I thought it should I would drape myself across him crying "Pay attention to MEEEE!!!” It amused him. And often worked.
So I am draping my self across you and saying: PAY ATTENTION TO MEEEE!!!
Well, the beginnings of the Spander fic I wrote. It is so unbetaed it is out of the Greek alphabet (though is it revised a whole bunch) and I'm sure the grammar is terrible (I am what we in the biz call a "hypocrite". Bad grammar is one of the surest ways to make me avoid a fic, but my grammar skills rival your average second grader. *sigh*) but I really what feedback on whether I am actually an okay writer and if this captures your interest.
Things to know:
1) This will, eventually, be a Spike/Xander fic. But this part isn't. I don't think Spike is even mentioned. Or thought of. And have you noticed that nine times out of ten Spike/Xander stories are Xander POV, at least to start. I think it must be a sign of true genius as my fic is Xander POV. Though not first person. WAAAAAY to ambitious for me.
2) This is post Chosen so spoiler for all o' Buffy. If you aren't spoiled for the end of Buffy then huh. I don't know. That would be odd. But not for Angel S5.
3) This section is really only a "What happened to everyone after Chosen" bit. And it is appropriately, I believe, called
About fourteen months after Sunnydale collapsed in on itself most of the Scoobies have scattered. Well, not so much scattered as moved apart. In the literal sense. They are still close - keep in touch on a very regular basis (Xander suspects that Willow has a little chart that maps when everyone is free and when they are at work, commuting, slaying, etc. and she hangs it by her phone so she knows what times to call. He’s willing to bet the chart is color coded) - but they are now hours apart instead of minutes.
Willow is at Stanford (much to her parents delight. They were overseas during the “earthquake”). She and Kennedy had a falling out – which surprised no one - and they parted ways after about three months of “spectacular sex” followed by two months of gut wrenching pain. Kennedy went back to slay the hoity-toity New England vampires; the devilish fiends who made their meals out of the pretty people partying in South Hampton and yachting off of Newport. She keeps in touch with Giles by necessity and Faith by choice but that’s it.
Willow is finishing up her double major in Computer Science and Woman’s Studies and had a job assisting the Chair of the Computer department. She is in her element and very happy. She heads up a Wicca group and has made a lot of spiritual sisters. She always laughs when she discusses the girls in her group. They are so young and eager and she is so pleased that she can be there to work with them. Teach them to embrace and control their power.
Buffy and Dawn argued for about a month and a half after the Hellmouth closed. They were in agreement about staying on the West Coast, but Buffy wanted to go to Napa where she could spend days working on her tan and maybe get a nice easy job at a resort; somewhere fun and mindless.
Dawn wanted to go up north. She claimed she needed to see “weather” and find out if it was worth the hype. Buffy reluctantly agreed that they could go up to Portland after Dawn played the “Mom always wanted to move there” card, but first she made Dawn swear that if, after six months, they were bored, wet and unhappy, that they could move back down to the sunshine. Dawn okayed that and they actually shook on it. Xander and Angel were witnesses. No one was more surprised than Buffy when she fell in love with the lush greens and gentle pace of the Pacific Northwest. She still slays but now she goes to school and has a part time job as well. The government stepped in and gave all of the Sunnydale residents a little something to restart their lives after the town disappeared, then Giles dropped the bombshell that the Council (or what was left of it) was actually financially . . . plush . . . and promptly put Buffy on salary as Senior Slayer Consultant. He also gave her a bonus for every time she averted an apocalypse and set aside money for a “Key Education Fund” so Dawn wouldn’t have to worry about college.
Giles rounded up the troops and moved to Cleveland to head up the New Council. Faith, Wood, and a handful of the new slayers joined him and after a few months he went back to England to sort out what (and who) was left of his former employers and see what could be done about getting the establishment back on it’s newly girl empowered feet. He is back and forth between Cleveland, London, L.A. and Portland on a pretty regular basis (though Portland is usually for mini vacations) and while he still seems harried, he is also happier than any of them have seen in a long time.
And Xander.
Xander is still in L.A. He likes the big city. He and Knox kind of hit it off in that first month when everyone was deciding what to do now that the world hadn’t ended. He’s fun to hang with (gigantic physicist brain notwithstanding) and Xander feels they understand each other. And he is a great diversion for Andrew. Because when Xander decided to take up residence in the greater Los Angeles area, Andrew immediately decided to join him. He had grand ideas about them being roommates and how it would be like “Perfect Strangers” except that they weren’t in Chicago and they weren’t actually strangers. Xander had put a pin in that idea balloon quickly, begging off under the guise of not being ready to live with anyone after Anya and then the ever-growing army of potentials. Andrew surprised him by understanding, and then promptly rented out an apartment in the same building as Xander. It’s still better than roommates.
And there was the problem with the eye. Well, not-eye actually. Hole where his left eye once lived and saw. That place. About a week after arriving at the Hyperion (haven for the weary, world savin’ traveler) Xander had finally approached Giles saying that something felt not quite right and could Giles maybe take a peek and see what was up? Giles agreed, took one look and ushered Xander to the nearest hospital. As it turned out, towns collapsing into Hellmouths left an awful lot of dust and debris and if any of that came into contact with, say, a new and still healing ocular wound, then there was a very good chance that said wound would get infected and there would be antibiotics and return visits and really, it was just easier to stay in one place instead of go from doctor to doctor and have to explain everything over again.
But Xander is happy here. He has a nice bachelor pad and a good job. It was hard to get construction work in the big city, even without major organs missing, but he had been on an interview with one of the larger regional companies and overheard one of the site supervisors bitching about how his men were draining them by trying to cut corners and lazing about. Xander, who was familiar with some of these problems, interjected with a few ideas and three days later the company called him and asked if he would like to come on staff as an assistant supervisor. When his boss had retired a few months later, there wasn’t even a question of who would replace him.
So overall, things are pretty good for Xander. He’s lonely, but he has friends and a job he loves; he’s doing okay for himself. Which of course meant that something truly unexpected and probably a little bit supernatural was going to happen.
It did.
***
So. Please let me know what you think. Love it? Hate it? Would you like to read more? Less? Wish you could bleach your brain? Let me know. For I. Am a whore. For attention
And the worst is yet to come. Wheee!
And when the weather lady started bandying around phrases like "Blizzard like conditions", "nor'easter" and "14 inches" I did what any sane person would do:
Went to Blockbuster (Video: Wow! What a difference) and badgered the clerk for a half hour until I got the DVD's I originally came for even though there was really nothing he could do.
My original plan was to get "The Fellowship of the Ring" and "The Two Towers" but when I got there they didn't have TFotR and I was sad. So I got TTT and wandered for a bit and picked up and put down a bunch of films that just didn't hold my interest. I finally settled on some (and by some I mean five) films (after once again buggin' the really nice Blockbuster guy) and got in line. At one point I was debating buying TFotR, but I really want to just buy all three at once, so I decided not to. As I was in line a different guy pushed out a cart of DVD's and I asked if mayhaps the wayward DVD was in there. It turns out it wasn't, but it was in his previous cart full despite his adamantly claiming it wasn't and so he rushed and got it for me! Squeee! So I got the vids I wanted. And three more. I exchanged "Chicago" when he found tFotR and kept "The Chamber of Secrets" (mmmmmmOliver Wood), "Finding Nemo" (I need to brush up on my whale) and "Sweet Home Alabama" (I needed something completely mindless.
So I'm set for a day of Christmas cardin', videoin' and maybe even ficcin'.
Speaking of which . . . (and let's pause and admire the smoooooth segway)
I am, admittedly, a big fat whore for attention. I want it and I want it all the time in every way shape and form. LOVE ME! ME ME ME!!! When my ex (College Ex, not Stupid Ex) was doing something that didn't involve me and I thought it should I would drape myself across him crying "Pay attention to MEEEE!!!” It amused him. And often worked.
So I am draping my self across you and saying: PAY ATTENTION TO MEEEE!!!
Well, the beginnings of the Spander fic I wrote. It is so unbetaed it is out of the Greek alphabet (though is it revised a whole bunch) and I'm sure the grammar is terrible (I am what we in the biz call a "hypocrite". Bad grammar is one of the surest ways to make me avoid a fic, but my grammar skills rival your average second grader. *sigh*) but I really what feedback on whether I am actually an okay writer and if this captures your interest.
Things to know:
1) This will, eventually, be a Spike/Xander fic. But this part isn't. I don't think Spike is even mentioned. Or thought of. And have you noticed that nine times out of ten Spike/Xander stories are Xander POV, at least to start. I think it must be a sign of true genius as my fic is Xander POV. Though not first person. WAAAAAY to ambitious for me.
2) This is post Chosen so spoiler for all o' Buffy. If you aren't spoiled for the end of Buffy then huh. I don't know. That would be odd. But not for Angel S5.
3) This section is really only a "What happened to everyone after Chosen" bit. And it is appropriately, I believe, called
About fourteen months after Sunnydale collapsed in on itself most of the Scoobies have scattered. Well, not so much scattered as moved apart. In the literal sense. They are still close - keep in touch on a very regular basis (Xander suspects that Willow has a little chart that maps when everyone is free and when they are at work, commuting, slaying, etc. and she hangs it by her phone so she knows what times to call. He’s willing to bet the chart is color coded) - but they are now hours apart instead of minutes.
Willow is at Stanford (much to her parents delight. They were overseas during the “earthquake”). She and Kennedy had a falling out – which surprised no one - and they parted ways after about three months of “spectacular sex” followed by two months of gut wrenching pain. Kennedy went back to slay the hoity-toity New England vampires; the devilish fiends who made their meals out of the pretty people partying in South Hampton and yachting off of Newport. She keeps in touch with Giles by necessity and Faith by choice but that’s it.
Willow is finishing up her double major in Computer Science and Woman’s Studies and had a job assisting the Chair of the Computer department. She is in her element and very happy. She heads up a Wicca group and has made a lot of spiritual sisters. She always laughs when she discusses the girls in her group. They are so young and eager and she is so pleased that she can be there to work with them. Teach them to embrace and control their power.
Buffy and Dawn argued for about a month and a half after the Hellmouth closed. They were in agreement about staying on the West Coast, but Buffy wanted to go to Napa where she could spend days working on her tan and maybe get a nice easy job at a resort; somewhere fun and mindless.
Dawn wanted to go up north. She claimed she needed to see “weather” and find out if it was worth the hype. Buffy reluctantly agreed that they could go up to Portland after Dawn played the “Mom always wanted to move there” card, but first she made Dawn swear that if, after six months, they were bored, wet and unhappy, that they could move back down to the sunshine. Dawn okayed that and they actually shook on it. Xander and Angel were witnesses. No one was more surprised than Buffy when she fell in love with the lush greens and gentle pace of the Pacific Northwest. She still slays but now she goes to school and has a part time job as well. The government stepped in and gave all of the Sunnydale residents a little something to restart their lives after the town disappeared, then Giles dropped the bombshell that the Council (or what was left of it) was actually financially . . . plush . . . and promptly put Buffy on salary as Senior Slayer Consultant. He also gave her a bonus for every time she averted an apocalypse and set aside money for a “Key Education Fund” so Dawn wouldn’t have to worry about college.
Giles rounded up the troops and moved to Cleveland to head up the New Council. Faith, Wood, and a handful of the new slayers joined him and after a few months he went back to England to sort out what (and who) was left of his former employers and see what could be done about getting the establishment back on it’s newly girl empowered feet. He is back and forth between Cleveland, London, L.A. and Portland on a pretty regular basis (though Portland is usually for mini vacations) and while he still seems harried, he is also happier than any of them have seen in a long time.
And Xander.
Xander is still in L.A. He likes the big city. He and Knox kind of hit it off in that first month when everyone was deciding what to do now that the world hadn’t ended. He’s fun to hang with (gigantic physicist brain notwithstanding) and Xander feels they understand each other. And he is a great diversion for Andrew. Because when Xander decided to take up residence in the greater Los Angeles area, Andrew immediately decided to join him. He had grand ideas about them being roommates and how it would be like “Perfect Strangers” except that they weren’t in Chicago and they weren’t actually strangers. Xander had put a pin in that idea balloon quickly, begging off under the guise of not being ready to live with anyone after Anya and then the ever-growing army of potentials. Andrew surprised him by understanding, and then promptly rented out an apartment in the same building as Xander. It’s still better than roommates.
And there was the problem with the eye. Well, not-eye actually. Hole where his left eye once lived and saw. That place. About a week after arriving at the Hyperion (haven for the weary, world savin’ traveler) Xander had finally approached Giles saying that something felt not quite right and could Giles maybe take a peek and see what was up? Giles agreed, took one look and ushered Xander to the nearest hospital. As it turned out, towns collapsing into Hellmouths left an awful lot of dust and debris and if any of that came into contact with, say, a new and still healing ocular wound, then there was a very good chance that said wound would get infected and there would be antibiotics and return visits and really, it was just easier to stay in one place instead of go from doctor to doctor and have to explain everything over again.
But Xander is happy here. He has a nice bachelor pad and a good job. It was hard to get construction work in the big city, even without major organs missing, but he had been on an interview with one of the larger regional companies and overheard one of the site supervisors bitching about how his men were draining them by trying to cut corners and lazing about. Xander, who was familiar with some of these problems, interjected with a few ideas and three days later the company called him and asked if he would like to come on staff as an assistant supervisor. When his boss had retired a few months later, there wasn’t even a question of who would replace him.
So overall, things are pretty good for Xander. He’s lonely, but he has friends and a job he loves; he’s doing okay for himself. Which of course meant that something truly unexpected and probably a little bit supernatural was going to happen.
It did.
***
So. Please let me know what you think. Love it? Hate it? Would you like to read more? Less? Wish you could bleach your brain? Let me know. For I. Am a whore. For attention
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Date: 2003-12-05 06:20 pm (UTC)And I feel the SAME way about the storm. It is supposed to start here at Midnight and not stop snowing until SUNDAY AFTERNOON! Whoo!
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Date: 2003-12-08 07:14 pm (UTC)But mostly, it's because of me.