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fourth scream ♚ video ♚ both courts ♚ locked so the alphaaaa can't see bc he doesn't need to know

( there is an edge of panic to her voice, though she tries very hard to suppress it. she has clearly been crying, her makeup a streaked mess. behind her sit prada, and both of allison argent's hounds. )

What happens when a person leaves the Drabwurld? Where do they go? What happens to them?

( allison is dead at home. what does that mean? )

These dogs came to my door today. So I thought maybe they got away from Allison. They're hers. But no, I went to her room, and it's empty. It's like no one ever lived there at all... I can't reach her on the lockets, either. Allison Argent - has anyone seen her? If she's gone...

( she takes a breath to steady herself, licks her lips, tries to soothe her nerves. )

What happens to a person if they disappear from this world, but they've died in the world they're from? Because she's -- she's gone. ( then, in a quieter voice, little more than a whisper thick with emotion ) Stiles?

Allison's gone.

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[ it's sass that first springs to mind: good for them; they won the lottery; they get to go home. but as the tale unfolds itself, buffy feels a cold dread clench her body. a dead-girl-walking, gone from here and returned to...what?

an afterlife? a great expanse of nothing? a deep deep grave? she screws up her expression and doesn't let herself fall upon the question of how she would feel if a very re-deaded spike suddenly up and left her here alone without another ally to her name.

empty. she'd feel empty. emptier. ]

I'm sorry. [ she doesn't know this girl or the other girl but she's known girls. and she lets loose her sorrow for a moment. ] I'm guessing their highnesses aren't exactly forthcoming on the subject of those who slip through the interdimensional cracks.

[ bummer. ]

( lydia's having a lot of hollow in her own person right now. she doesn't like it, not one bit. and she misses her best friend. and she hates that she can't do anything about it. or, so it seems. maybe boons can work that way... maybe she can bargain with the Queen. Maybe. )

I've never thought to ask... I will. I have to, it's - my best friend. She can't be gone. If she's gone from the Drabwurld... She has nowhere to go.

[ best friend. her nose wrinkles. selfishness takes over when all she can do is think of her own friends and not the paint-by-numbers picture of whoever this allison girl is. ]

How do you know when someone's, like, gone-gone? Do the lockets give a busy tone or...?

[ she needs to know this. ]

They just disappear... But then their rooms are cleaned out. And it's like they never existed in the first place. Allison had two dogs, hounds from when we were fending off the Lawkamercyme. They showed up at my room. Otherwise... I'm not sure if there's any signal, or if their absence simply happens.

And you're, like, ten-hundred percent certain she's not the sudden walkabout type? [ look it's worth asking! ]

Ten-thousand percent. ( NO D< Allison would never. )

I'm sorry. [ buffy looks off-screen, searching for the right response. ] They don't exactly make a Hallmark card for this kinda thing. I don't know what to say.

You took the time to offer your condolences. ( the smile is a little strained, and a lot sad, but... a smile.) Thank you.

I'm -- ah -- Buffy, by the way. I'd say it's nice to meet you, but...

[ she swallows hard. ] Circumstances. They suck.

( lydia raises an eyebrow as if to say 'is that really your name', and there's something about it that seems familiar, but she shakes it off. ) Lydia. And... Circumstances... Definitely suck, but. It's nice to meet you anyway.

[ and the slayer puffs out her cheeks and sighs as if to wordlessly reply: damn straight it's really my name but let's not go down that path just yet. ]

Were either of you here long, Lydia? [ her voice still holds that chilly investigatory edge. ]

Since the first big surge. It's been about five months.

And you're still sane?

I'd like to think so. But it depends on who you talk to.

'Cause I have all of one whole almost-month under my belt and I'm already feeling more than a little batty.

It gets better. Sort of. Mostly.

You're not exactly inspiring a whole lot of confidence.

Okay, it sucks here. But it could be a lot worse than it is.

Worse? Like how? [ seriously. cheer her up with some fatalism, grrl. ]

We could be hunted by an evil fox spirit that wants to kill us just for the sake of chaos?

Ugh. Chaos-worshippers. What a drag they are.

I don't think any worship was involved. I think he just got off on it. Like he, himself, was the chaos.

Sounds like you've got experience in this field, though. Share with the class.

Just some mega-loser named Ethan. Post-middle-age crisis sweet tooth for all things chaos-y and annoying. That crap's tiring when you get from young and wanna-be hip anarchist teens. It's straight up embarrassing when it comes from a guy with a receding hairline.

Oh, this thing was a few thousand years old. Needed a vessel to possess, but basically just thrived on strife and pain and chaos and anything bad. Complete life ruiner.

Did-slash-does the life ruiner have a name?

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