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[cantbetaught]

It was easy enough to get turned around in the hustle and bustle of the bullpen when you weren't really paying attention, but Don was pretty sure this went a little beyond accidentally wandering into the wrong office. It was weird - one second, he'd been headed into his office, reading a wire report as he walked (also not his best idea - he'd seen plenty of interns run headlong into the glass walls that made up eighty percent of the office), and when he'd looked up he'd found himself here instead.

And he wasn't sure where "here" was, exactly. It was nowhere he was familiar with anyway.

Taking a second to backtrack, he tried to find his way back, but quickly realized it was pointless. The Newsroom was completely gone.

"Okay," he said to himself, setting down the wire report - it didn't matter where, he didn't really need it right now. He had bigger problems. Namely that he was pretty sure he was finally suffering a psychotic break. It had only been a matter of time, really, with everything that was going on and how little sleep he was getting. He was just surprised it hadn't happened sooner.

What were you supposed to do when you had vivid hallucinations due to lack of sleep, anyway? Ignore them? Play along? What was the protocol?

With nothing else to do, playing along seemed like his best bet, so he set off down the hallway in search of something or someone familiar.

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[whattingawhat]

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..."

…borne back ceaselessly into the past.

[incurablydishonest]

1 NOV 2013 | NEXUS LAWN

Dressed for swimming and wet, in the sun he looked dipped in gold, the spectre of Venus risen from an invisible sea. Jordan flicked ash into the neatly-trimmed hedges and stepped forward.

"Well, this is a surprise," she drawled, head tilted with polite curiosity but voice stitched up with tightly-controlled bitterness. "I've never met a ghost before."

G; Ongoing