(first stake) video ✧ open to both courts

[herotypical]

[ the locket swings jarringly into action -- like a camera stuck to a pendulum, shuddering back and forth and only occasionally picking up a stern-eyed blonde. ] Ugh. Whose idea was it to glue a webcam onto a necklace--

[ there! steadied. there is first a grimace and then a forced smile and then a flutter of girlish eyelashes. ] First order of business? Those of you still bumming around the Station -- could you tell me how those repairs are coming along? I'm feeling a serious oncoming modernity craving. Like, a gallon of lattes and underwear that doesn't require learning whole new categories of knots.

Second: does anyone know how to make a quick buck outside shilling it for either court? [ she is not a fan of either of the caers. ] Preferably while also maintaining some facade of dignity.

And third and last but absolutely never least: does the name Sunnydale mean anything to anyone? Y'know, anyone other than the someones I've already talked with. [ hey! it's worth asking. doubly so now that it looks like she's here for the long(ish) haul. double ugh. ]

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[herotypical]

[ huff. alright. composure, summers! ]

Trust me. I am the last person you will ever need to fear talking to death.

[smithwork]

I got the best pick of the bunch, I know. It's less, "Hiccup the Horrendous, hear his name and flee!" and more "Hiccup the Rather Chatty, sit down and have something to drink with him".

[ Not awe-inspiring in the least but he's long outgrown hoping he'll ever do that. Except during the run for the hills hoo-hah he and Toothless get up to sometimes, that's always fun; scaring the new villagers on other isles and then going to apologise meet them. ]

Do you hang out at the Station often, Buffy?

[herotypical]

I did. Briefly. But it was kind of a shambles and we moved on -- [ as in it didn't immediately offer up any solid leads as to how to get the hell outta here. but now -- a little more settled and a little less alone, however shattered her uneasy friendship with spike has come -- she's starting to feel bad for having left behind a small city so clearly hurting.

he was a bad influence on you, she tells herself. ]

I'm thinking about going back. I'm tired of the non-electric crowd.

[smithwork]

The electronics actually make me a little nervous, I've been using candles in my room in case I have another accident. Apart from the Lap Tops? Those things are great, along with the Why Fie.

[ Can you hear the odd pronunciation in those words, Buffy. Don't laugh. ]

[herotypical]

[ dude even she barely understands wifi. nineties girl. ]

It's the hair dryers that really matter.

[smithwork]

[ Buffy, it's sad you're as computer literate as a 1000+ year old man. ]

Oh, and hair straighteners? I almost branded my neck, those things are death traps! I gave up on them.

[herotypical]

[ hey! she has willow for that. ]

Holy crap. Seriously? [ WAIT A TICK. ] You're a viking so...what? Axes? Great swords? Maybe some war hammers?

It'd be straight up embarrassing if a hair straightener defeated you.

[smithwork]

Oh, please, there are far less dangerous tools in a forge. I say this from extensive personal experience.

[ He's going to be fluffy-haired forever, too bad and so sad. ]

[herotypical]

-- You forge things?

[ this just got legit interesting. ]

[smithwork]

Yeah, I've worked as a blacksmith since I was eleven. [ Reading that look, gurl. ] I don't have a forge with me right now, if you were wondering.

[herotypical]

Talk about a summer job.

[smithwork]

It was the only thing worth doing on Berk, growing up. How about you, what's your whole home-slash-job deal? You mentioned a place called Sunnydale. That sounds nice.

[herotypical]

It was. Now it's a little less...well, everything. But I was working at a school.

[ kinda. sorta. yes. ]

[smithwork]

You look unsure of that.

[ Buffy McShifty. ]

[herotypical]

I am sure that the school is now a pile of rubble. So I guess my more accurate description is unemployed.

[smithwork]

Why don't you teach the kids here? That would probably pay, right?

[herotypical]

Oh. God. I never taught.

[ except for the part where she started training a baby-slayer army whoops. ] My gig was more a...student outreach thing. Counselling. [ wait. she bets that's a modern concept. ] Do vikings do counselling?

[smithwork]

No, but they should, it sounds like it would be pretty beneficial. Small island, huge fire-breathing lizards — there's a certain degree of stress involved.

[ Giving her a wry, amused glance. ]

Vikings do a lot of things, just nothing anyone here seems to think is very important. Like building houses and storing food for really, really, really long sunless winters. Taking care of animals, all that junk. Making weapons.

I'm untapped potential, clearly.

[ Ahw yiss. ]

[herotypical]

I dunno. Sounds pretty important to me. [ especially the weapon part ok. ] If you didn't look a little on the youthful side -- [ she squints ] -- I'd jump the gun right here and right now and ask you to marry me. A charge-free arsenal for life.

[ don't be too offended hiccup. anyone under a hundred is too young for miss serial vamp dater over here. oh and also she is majorly kidding. ]

[smithwork]

"A little on the youthful side"? Is that your tactful way of saying the scruff does nothing to make me look twenty? I'll have to invest in a full-blown beard, maybe work some artful beading in there for good measure.

[ And besides!! ]

You look barely older than me, you must be going for guys about a hundred.

[herotypical]

[ oh god don't get her started on beard-beads that's a whole other problem. ]

You know. I am a little disappointed. Beardless viking? Way to disappoint the audience, Mister Haddock.

[smithwork]

Wow, don't boost my confidence too much. I have enough hair in other places to make up for any facial deficiencies, thanks, you can sleep more soundly at night knowing there's a burly Viking nearby sprouting mile-long beards from every angle of his offensively hench figure.

[ These two, the most dry. ]

[herotypical]

[ oh sweet mercy if she had a drink in hand now would be the perfect time for a spit take. ]

Look. I didn't mean your face was deficient--

[smithwork]

[ You started this, Buff. ]

Could you tip a yak? Force a dragon to sit down using only your thighs? Then I'm disappointed in you and you're not the girl for me. I'm glad we straightened this all out.

[herotypical]

[ oh buddy she can absolutely tip a yak. she can tip five yaks. she can tip yaks all day. sadly, she can't boast about her hypothetical yak-tipping because she's not keen to go all blast announcement on her slayer dealio. ]

A little early to be discussing anyone's thighs, isn't it?