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It wasn’t often that Dawn heeded Buffy’s advice, no questions asked. In fact, she oftentimes asked all the questions, whined a bit about having to do whatever it was that they had to do, and then thought of a few more questions to ask. Eventually, she almost always gave in. It was very rare that she went against the grain when it all was said and done. Her sister had gotten them through a lot. And Dawn was absolutely sure that she would get them through even more, if more came their way.

If you get lost, find a landmark and sit in one place, her sister had said. It’s easier to be found if you sit in one place, supposedly. So then why was her sister always on the move? That made no sense.

Berkeley wasn’t one of the places where she’d ever expected to take a wrong path. She loved the school. She loved the atmosphere. She loved the normalcy of it. Never mind that she had been headed to her least favorite class, Algebra II, when she had become lost. The door that she had thought led to her classroom had instead led her to what could only be described as a hotel. She’d wandered the halls for almost an hour, looking for the right door or a way out. Her efforts were fruitless.

So this was how she ended up in the lobby, sitting in the middle of the floor and holding her cell phone up to try to get a reception to call Buffy or Xander. No reception. Her nose wrinkled and she looked positively unhappy as she muttered to herself. “America’s most dependable 3G network, you are not. And I’m not sure how good I’ll be at the sitting and waiting to be found thing.”

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"They do not work here," Eric said, smirking a bit at the girl who was holding up her phone. He had tried the same, months ago, and then realized that being in a pocket where nobody could find him was likely a good thing since vampires had a price on their heads.

"You just have a very expensive, oversized watch now."

Dawn looked up from her spot on the floor... and up... and up... and... up to the tall blonde haired man, and boy was he attractive, towering over her. Just give her a moment to recover as she stares wide-eyed up at him. "Well how else am I gonna call my sister? What about the GPS? Will it do that creepy thing where it knows exactly where you are at all times?"

She mutters under her breath as she looks back down to her phone. "Cause that's not at all creepy, stupid stalker phone." A beat. "Which is no stalking me right now." Because the GPS isn't working.

"No idea about GPS," Eric admittedly readily.

"Seems like you're free as a bird from the watchful eye of your sister. What will you do with that kind of power?"

She considers that for a moment, unsure that she likes the idea of being that free from her sister's overprotective eye. "I'd probably eat all the chocolate in the house. But there's no house. Or I could jump on the bed. But I don't have a bed here. Oh! There could be an all night kegger. But... no friends and an all night kegger with a party of one is the lamest of the lame."

Her nose wrinkles. "This sucks."

Humans always had a strange way of expressing themselves but after centuries of interacting with them closely, Eric had kept up with the local vernacular even though he didn't always feel comfortable using it himself.

"It isn't exactly the most ideal situation, no."

Dawn stands up to her own full height, which still has nothing on his full height. So she's still looking up to him. "So what are you? The welcoming committee? Cause you forgot the basket of delicious treats."

"Hardly. Merely another trapped citizen uprooted from the normal routine," Eric lied.

"Not welcoming, but willing to commiserate."

"Me too." She lies as well.

Dawn puts her hand out for the greeting and offers him the best smile she can muster under the circumstances. "Dawn Summers. The cuter, taller, smarter of my sister and me."

"Eric," he offered in kind, bending his head to brush a kiss against the back of the girl's hand. She was younger than anyone he would normally try to feed from or do...other things with and she had amused him. There was little danger for her this time around.

"Difficult relationship with the sister, then?"

"Not really. She's just really good at everything." Which means she casts a big shadow. "Except school. She didn't do the college thing very well. But I am. Or I was, then I had to pause cause of shenanigans, and then I went back. Not that... you care." And with no segue whatsoever. "You know you're very tall, Eric. And that whole hand kissing thing was kind of awesome. Very old school romance novel-y."

"I prefer a more old-fashioned aesthetic," he said easily enough. "I find that it makes me a rarity in our modern world."

That, and he'd never bothered to fully assimilate and lose himself in the era of the day. He always carried the past with him, even if it was minute.

"Rarities are cool! I mean, way to stand out in a crowd! Which... is good. Cause who wants to be a lemming?" This was her awkward way of flirting with him. Whoops.

"My whole group of friends and family does the rarity thing. The whole one girl in all the world blah blah blah is my sister. She's special."

"And what makes your sister so special? By your own admission, you excel in school and she does not. I think there is more to you and less to your sister than you think."

Eric was curious about the sister, admittedly, and the best way to get information without glamouring the girl was to flatter her.

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Buffy has been searching through the hotel, opening doors and trying to figure out if there was one that would send her home. It wasn't that this place was so bad, rather that Buffy had obligations at home. Her sister was one of those things that needed looking after.

When she ran into Dawn, it was purely by accident. She opened a door into a hallway and caught sight of a ~~too~~ tall, lithe brunette that looked incredibly familiar.

"Dawnie?"

Oh was she ever thankful to her that nickname in that voice. She immediately turns, gets up to her feet and runs over to Buffy. She's relieved, yes. But she covers up relief, which is for babies, by forcing annoyance. "It's about time you got here. Something weird is going on. I know... our motto of all the mottoes. But really, it's true this time."

Buffy is so relieved that she doesn't care that Dawn is going to pretend annoyance. She's going to grab Dawn in a hug. Hug your sister, Dawnie. She needs it. At least she's mostly trying to rein in the slayer strength on that hug?

"The weirdest of the weird."

She'll gladly accept that hug. As much as she likes to pretend like she isn't 'little Dawnie' anymore, she still needs her sister. Especially now since she can't seem to find her way out of this place. So she'll just hold on, especially since she isn't suffocating yet.

"I'm missing class." She says against Buffy's shoulder. "What is this place?"

She's okay with Dawn holding on. She's had the same problem attempting to find a way out of the place. She's heard that it's likely there's a door to their home, but she hasn't found that door yet.

"I'll write you a pass," Buffy answers then shrugs a little before she pulls back. "Creepy not so creepy hotel that brings people from all over the everywhere. The doors go to different places. Well some of them do. Some of them are just doors."

"Different places like... Narnia?" Because that's the first place Dawn's mind goes to, a book, a story from a book. She could probably think of some more examples if given enough time. Right now, she likes Narnia best. "Once everyone has already saved the day, of course. Not during the ice queen days."

"There's a...good one. I think I can take a...guy with goat legs. We may have to discuss the minotaurs though. Sharp pointy things on their heads."

She pulls back after a moment, hands on Dawn's shoulders. "Definitely not the ice queen days. We'll just...not step through that door."

Dawn finally pulls back, hands on Buffy's shoulders, and looks into her eyes. She stares. And stares some more. "You're serious. You haven't taken any crazy pills lately, have you?"

"Nope. No crazy pills." She sighs. "Sorry. Yes. Serious. I haven't actually tried to go through any of the doors yet. I've been looking for you."

She gets a stern look. "No stepping through doors without me. Leave the door open, come find me."

"So if it brings people from all over everywhere, it could bring just anyone here." Which could be both good and bad. They could get Giles. They could get Glory.

Buffy's brain went there too. The Summers girls are a lot alike, really. She nods. "Yeah." She doesn't want to think about Glory arriving here. Nope. Not going to do it. Instead she'll weave it into a warning for Dawn.

"So far, everyone I've met has been okay, but be on your toes."

"I always thought that was a really weird phrase, be on your toes. I mean aren't we always on our toes if we're standing? Especially in heels." Not that she wears heels very often, only if she's going on a date or something. But still, the question stands.

But she doesn't entirely divert from the topic at hand. "Can we get outside of the hotel?"