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[ OPTION ONE - library ]

It wasn't so much work as it was one of her favorite past times. Some might think it boring that Dawn had actually sought out a job in the library. Librarians were notoriously boring, weren't they? Luckily, Dawn had never known that stigma when she was younger; but she had known one Rupert Giles. Not only was a he pseudo father figure, but he was also one of the coolest, bravest, strongest and smartest people she had ever known... and he was a librarian. Even when he wasn't a librarian he was definitely one with the books.

Dawn had always liked to read, something she had often chided her older sister over. Buffy had never been big on reading. But even more than cracking open a good YA fantasy novel, Dawn had gotten her penchant for ancient texts and the like from Giles. At this point, she might as well be a professional creepy ancient text transcriber. No really, that should be a profession. But since it wasn't, she was glad that when she had inquired at the library after work, they had hired her.

She's in the massive room almost every day whether she's working or not. Sometimes she's filing books away or reorganizing them. Sometimes she's sitting on the floor tucked in a corner with a book on her lap. Sometimes, when she's come across one of those creepy ancient texts, she loses herself in transcribing it. Like Alice down the rabbit hole, she has to tear herself away in order to come back out into reality again.

[ OPTION TWO - beach door ]

If anyone was good at finding a warm beach, it was a California girl. The Beach Boys even wrote a song about it! So did Katy Perry. So have lots of people. It's like a beach radar full of sunshine, warmth and sandy ocean goodness that Dawn would have to really fight to resist. In this case, she would leave the actual fighting to her older sister. Buffy was the Chosen One, after all. She who makes sacrifices for the betterment of mankind.

So Dawn dons her swimsuit, a cute bright yellow two-piece that was magically in her closet when she had hurried back to get clothes for warm weather once she had found the door. Over it she wore a sheer brown sundress and on her feet were some yellow flip flops. She grabbed a bag with everything one could possibly need for the beach in it; towel, sunscreen, sunglasses, bottles of water, etc. Last, but not least, she found a big floppy brimmed hat and a book and off she went.

On the beach, she found the perfect spot in a reclinable chair under an umbrella. Dawn made herself comfortable and cracked open her book.

[ OPTION THREE - human/non-human door ]

Dawn often walked through the hallways when she was bored, opening random doors and peeking inside. If it wasn't immediately evident what was inside a room, she might venture in a few steps. Her curiosity always got the better of her when she didn't know something, it seemed. Giles would have said that knowledge was power. Or maybe one of her professor's at Berkeley said that. Or maybe that phrase was from one of Xander's cheesy combat movies he liked so much. In any case, Dawn's quest for knowledge often got her into trouble.

Such was the case when she opened one door and found a forest. It was actually a pretty forest, scenic and perfect with the sunlight from above peeking through ancient tree tops that towered majestically above everything. Squirrels scampered up tree trunks. Birds fluttered from branch to branch singing songs that echoed throughout the forest. There was the sound of running water in the distance, a lake maybe, a waterfall... it was serene, but curious.

Taking a few steps in, she could just make out the mountainous area and the waterfall through some of the overgrowth. Waterfalls were a rare enough sight that she lingered long enough to hear the door shut behind her. She turned, twisting and pulling on the door to no avail. It was stuck. She turned back around, somehow taking up more space than she previously had. Imagine her surprise and her horror when she found that she had been transformed into something all too familiar to her.

"Oh come on, universe! Rinse and repeat? Really?" She screams, one hoof kicking at the door to no effect. She waits a very long time for someone else to come through the door. And when they don't, Dawn goes over toward the sound of the waterfall, muttering under her breath. Eventually that door had to unlock. In the meantime: waterfall.

ooc: Feel free to do one or more options. I don't mind multiple threads. :)

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What's that about a California Girl and a beach? Well, it sort of is in their genes. Buffy finds the same door practically the same way. She returns to it dressed in a black bikini and a gauzy white sundress over it. She makes her way down the beach, a smile spreading across her face when she sees Dawn.

Once there, she spreads out a blanket and lies down on the sand without the benefit of the umbrella. Being the slayer means that any sunburn she does get will heal within hours, if not faster.

"I think it was fated to be a Summers Girl date," she greets Dawn.

"The fate is strong with you, oh tan one." Dawn answers her sister with a grin. Buffy had always been able to tan very easily and heal from any burn. Dawn's skin, however, was like porcelain, too white to the point that if she didn't apply sunscreen often and liberally, she would go through weeks looking like a lobster. It really wasn't fair.

She closes her book and sets it to the side because she figures that she and Buffy will talk for a bit. "Dates with you tend to be the best dates anyway. Which is either... sweet or super lame. I can't decide."

"Yeah well...you know, destiny and all," Buffy teases a little. That ability to heal had certainly increased her love of the sun and sunbathing. She's the first one to remind Dawn about sunscreen though. It goes along with the protective older sister gig she's got going on.

She'll be very offended if they don't. She smiles at Dawn's comment. "I'm going very sweet and commentary on boys in general. Also, compliment on both our company because clearly it's the best company to keep."

Wouldn't that be nice. The ability to heal a sunburn. Of course the added bonus came with the weight of the world on your shoulders. Dawn was pretty sure she couldn't handle all that weight. So she would put on sunscreen in light of being that person that her sister sometimes wishes she could be.

She smiles at her sister's answer and slides her over-sized sunglasses back into place to shield her eyes. "I agree. This is way better than boys. Plus it's been awhile since there was you, me and a beach. All we need are pink drinks with tiny umbrellas and an excess of fruit in them."

Yeah the perks were nice, but the job itself was a little heavy. Most of the time Buffy was okay with the job. She'd accepted her power and her destiny and she made the best she could with it. Some days it still got to her, but those days were fewer and further between.

"Seriously. Where is a good cabana boy when you need one? I think I had a dream about that once. Cabana boys as played by Spike and Angel. Don't ask me why they didn't go poof," she sighs.

"If you're trying to injure my brain space with images of pale, pasty vamps playing cabana boy with you, you missed the mark. Cause... ew." Not really ew. Both Angel and Spike were hot. And she had to think that cabana boy was one of the more tame of her sister's dreams featuring either of them. If that was the worst she could do, then her imagination needed some help.

She'd be lying if on more than one occasion she hadn't crushed hard core on Spike. And her own imagination was highly functional and over active in both the best and worst of ways.

She ponders for a moment. "I wonder if we could wish them up though... cute cabana boys, preferably with a beating heart and a tan."

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