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Buffy was lost. It wasn't a metaphorical description for her life; It was a literal state of being. She was supposed to watching some big wig that Kennedy had paired her with. She'd been certain said big wig's room was a step out of the elevator, one left turn and down the hall. She spun in a slow circle, regarding the hallway she was standing in.

"I don't think this is even the right hotel..."

Which meant something hinky was going on. It wasn't that unusual in Buffy's world. Something weird was always going on. Her hand slipped beneath the leather jacket she was wearing to slip the stake secured at the small of her back out. Her fingers curled around the stake, the wood warm in her hand. Despite the inherent nerves that came with finding oneself in an unfamiliar place, the stake made her feel better.

"Come be a security guard, Buffy. It'll be boring, they said. There'll be run of the mill demons, they said. You'll make money, they said. You'll get to travel, they said, but no one said anything about using some weird magic elevator as a mode of traveling. All the sudden, this is looking like some weird British TV show, or something Keanu Reeves would be in." She paused, considering that option a moment.

"I could do worse than Keanu..."

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Isaac's getting used to this place. He's getting used to being pitied by the bartenders and the waitresses, getting used to feeling guilty for not going back to Beacon Hills, and he's even almost used to the weird doors to the weirder places. He's not entirely sure he was ready for a blonde girl rambling on a Stiles Stilinski level five of rambling holding a stake in her hand.

"Uh," is all he manages. "What did Keanu do to you?" he asks, hoping this story doesn't end with him bleeding from somewhere.

Buffy is pretty sure that someone famous once said a human being could get used to most anything. Possibly it's one of those irrefutable facts. She's not sure. Either way, she doesn't understand the pitying bit. Perhaps once she gets to know Isaac, she will.

She turns, stake coming up automatically then stops when she sees the conversationalist in question is just a guy, or at least he looks like just a guy. Her hand goes back down to her side in a much less defensive stance. She shrugs at his question.

"The second and third Matrix weren't enough?"

Okay, so they weren't exactly the height of cinema, but Isaac's pretty sure that Keanu hasn't done anything on the level of Nic Cage to deserve that kind of scorn. "If you promise not to stab me, I'll agree with anything you say," he swears, instinct when it comes to sharp pointy things wielded at him kicking in as he remembers being stabbed like, twenty times.

He's right and really, Buffy doesn't hold much of a cinematic grudge. She likes 80's movies and kung fu movies. She's in no position to hold a cinematic grudge. At his words, her eyes go wide.

"Oh! No. Sorry. No." She slips the stake into the waistband of her pants. Sure, he could still be dangerous, but it's looking less and less likely. "Boy scout. Always be prepared. It's my motto and theirs as it turns out."

"I'm pretty sure none of the boy scouts in the town I live in are trying to kill me," Isaac says, not entirely sure that Allison counts as anything but an over-enthusiastic Brownie. "Are you expecting trouble?"

"You've got very good boy scouts then?" Buffy offers. She starts to slip into a ramble about the halloween that boy scouts and every other trick or treater in Sunnydale tried to kill everyone but thinks better of it. This is probably not story time.

"I was just in a hotel in San Francisco. I walked out of an elevator and I wasn't anymore. I don't know what to expect."

"Actually, I don't know," Isaac says, stuck in the confusion of wondering how you even rate a system of boy scouts. "I didn't have much time for boy scouts when I was a kid. I was more into comics," he explains with a nod of his head. "I was in a motel in a little nowhere town in California before I got here, so maybe this is a Cali thing?"

Buffy isn't sure either. Sometime she says words just because she likes the way they sound, or just because they seem to fit the moment. They don't actually have to make sense.

"You and my friend Xander would have loads to talk about."

That makes her pause a moment. It's not that far out there, the Cali idea. "Is everyone here from California, or are we the only ones here?"

"My ... my friend's friend is here from California," he says, not going so far as to actually call Stiles a friend, mainly because he's not really sure where they stand just yet, so he's going to err on the side of caution when it comes to that. "Most of the other people I talk to aren't, though. So, you know, more weirdness."

Buffy purses her lips and twists them to one side a bit. "Definitely not a Cali thing then. More of a everywhere people thing..."

"So what's the weirdness here? Besides people from all over showing up." Because there had to be some weirdness, right?

"Been outside?" Isaac asks, his lips twisted up in a wry smirk because while he's not eager to get back home, other people might be and showing them outer space as the horizon doesn't usually go over so well. "It's a whole lot of space."

"Actually, no. I sort of just arrived." She hasn't yet decided whether she's eager to get back home. She hasn't had time to process the fact that she might not be able to get back home. She knows she needs to be home for Dawn. She has to make certain her little sister is okay, but she feels a bit safer leaving her for a few days because Dawn is doing the normal life thing. She's living with Xander and he will take care of her.

"Really?" Isaac asks, pressing his lips together tightly. He doesn't want to be mean -- okay, maybe some of the time he wants to be mean -- but he kind of feels grateful that someone else gets to discover all the crazy, insane things at the same time. "There's a door here that gets you to Jurassic Park."

His efforts are rewarded by a shocked look, quickly followed by a 'you must be insane' look. "No. Really?" She might sound a little excited about that door. She wouldn't walk through it without weapons, but she's seen the movie. Who hasn't wanted to at least peek at the veggie-sauruses.

"Yeah, pretty much. I mean, I'm not stupid enough to walk through it," he points out, because Isaac's sense of self-preservation has grown pretty high in the ensuing chaos in Beacon Hills. "But if you ever wanted to watch a goat get eaten, just keep twisting doorknobs, I'm sure you'll get there."

"I'm not big on goats being eaten, but I've gotta admit, it'd be fun to see a real dinosaur." Buffy's sense of self-preservation isn't quite so high, or maybe she just has an over inflated sense of self-defense.

"You're on your own for that. I have way more self-preservation than that," Isaac promises, even though some of his recent actions in staying with Derek (well, until he didn't) directly contradict that. Maybe he's learned? Maybe he's growing? "So who are you, anyway?"

"That's probably a good thing," she admits. It's good when normal (as far as she knows) people have a healthy sense of self-preservation. It makes her job simpler.

"I'm Buffy Summers. Sorry, I got carried away with the place and forgot introductions."

"Isaac Lahey," he introduces himself in turn with a small smile, frowning when her name sinks in. "Wait, Buffy? As in..." His face contorts into a wild 'oookay' formation and he shakes that free. "As in your parents really must have wanted a dog and settled for giving you that name?" he guesses.

"It's okay. Really. I was on TV. Everyone knows I'm a vampire slayer."

Just not the TV that he probably knows. More of a anti-vampire slayer thing.

"I'm happy to say I've never met a vampire in my life," Isaac says, but given the way things are going, he wouldn't be completely surprised. "So, are they scary? Or is it kind of you've seen one, you've seen them all?" And he's definitely going to try to avoid letting the claws out around her.

"Uhm...it sort of depends on the vampire? Some of them are...really cheesy. Some of them are..." she frowns, thinking about it, "Some of them are scary-ish. I mean...they were scary when I first started doing the slay thing. Now they're...just vampires. Most of the time."

"Still wouldn't want to meet any of them," Isaac confesses with a hapless shrug of his shoulders. "So, is this like a full-time thing? You get paid to just slay things? I don't remember that being an option on career day."

"It's a good attitude to have. It never turns out well when people think they're going to get a friendly vampire." It's one of the worst about about Harmony's whole 'coming out' thing. People had gotten some misconceptions about vampires that had ended up with a lot of dead humans.

"There's no pay. Oh how I wish there were," Buffy sighed. "I'm a barista during the day. I slay at night. I'm lucky that part of the slayer package means I don't need as much sleep as most people."

"So, you slay a couple coffees?" he deadpans, smirking at his own little turn of phrase even though it's probably not the funniest thing anyone's heard this year, this week, or even today. "I bet you've got a real stake in the company."

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