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  <title>Walking Through the Fire</title>
  <subtitle>To save the day -- or maybe melt away</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Vi</name>
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  <updated>2008-03-30T15:05:03Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cutestripeyhat:1531</id>
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    <title>Campus, Morning, June 7</title>
    <published>2007-06-07T20:33:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-30T15:05:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Vi walked across campus idly, no particular destination in mind. She&lt;br /&gt;was one bored slayer. In spite of all the warnings about gremlins and&lt;br /&gt;invasions and trolls, so far Fandom felt almost tame to her. Maybe her&lt;br /&gt;parents had been right about the "normal environment" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone in her pocket rang, and she grabbed for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So how would you like an all-expenses-paid trip to London? All you&lt;br /&gt;have to do is sit through our twenty-minute salespitch on how you,&lt;br /&gt;too, can &lt;s&gt;make a fortune in real estate&lt;/s&gt; save the world with&lt;br /&gt;badass gymnastic moves and pointy weapons..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" Vi said elegantly. Then she placed the voice. "Xander? Um, which Xander?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...The suave one, obviously." There was a brief pause, much as if the&lt;br /&gt;person on the other end of the line were silently mouthing 'WTF' only&lt;br /&gt;with the words instead of the letters. "I didn't get split in two&lt;br /&gt;again, really, did I? You guys would tell me, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind," Vi said, waving a hand as if Xander could see it. "There's this&lt;br /&gt;alternate dimension thing, and it's bizarre, and ... I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;about the being split in two thing, but it sounds weird and painful.&lt;br /&gt;And what did you just say about London?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not so much &lt;i&gt;painful&lt;/i&gt; as-- Right, London. Infestation of&lt;br /&gt;invisible demons in the old Watcher's Council ruins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They can be invisible?" Vi asked, more or less rhetorically. "How do&lt;br /&gt;we do the fighty thing on them without seeing them? And don't say this&lt;br /&gt;is another instincts thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, this is me not saying that." There was another moment of&lt;br /&gt;silence, then Xander said, "No, we're working on the visible part, but&lt;br /&gt;the kicker is they're camped out in what's left of the library. Want&lt;br /&gt;to guess where the book that has the spell we need is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I know this one. Is it right exactly where the demons keep&lt;br /&gt;kicking our asses?" Vi shifted her phone to the other hand, trying to keep her voice casual. "So ... you guys want me to come over and try to help?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like they have a map labeled 'Here be asses. And they can't see&lt;br /&gt;you so feel free to kick them.' Buffy needs to take a team in to fight&lt;br /&gt;'em off while strikeforce two goes for the books, and she'd rather&lt;br /&gt;have people she knows she can work with for this.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I'm there," Vi said, both honored and possibly slightly&lt;br /&gt;inappropriately bouncy given the whole this-could-get-you-killed&lt;br /&gt;thing. But hey, Slayer. "Or I will be. I need to get to the airport&lt;br /&gt;and fly to -- Heathrow, right?  But tell Buffy I'm coming in, like,&lt;br /&gt;five seconds. Anything I need to bring?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just you. And no extra copies of me - I've only got two of these outfits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi laughed, but made plans to pull her stakes from the weapons locker&lt;br /&gt;before she left. "No extra yous. Not a problem, it'd be hard to fit in&lt;br /&gt;my luggage anyhow. I'll call back once I know when my flight will&lt;br /&gt;land."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, and thanks for asking me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem - we'll send somebody to get you at the airport. Just, ah,&lt;br /&gt;make sure the edged weapons go in checked luggage. Not that I say this&lt;br /&gt;from experience..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing pointy in the carry-on. At all," Vi promised earnestly. "I&lt;br /&gt;won't even bring a pencil for the crossword in the airline magazine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew she was going to get embarrassingly squee-ish  if she tried&lt;br /&gt;to stay on the line longer, plus packing and getting onto a plane (and&lt;br /&gt;off of the island) would take time that she didn't have to waste if&lt;br /&gt;there were things to fight. She said her goodbyes and hung up,&lt;br /&gt;grinning from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[OOC: Preplayed with the lovely and amazing &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_needsaparrot' lj:user='needsaparrot' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://needsaparrot.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://needsaparrot.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;needsaparrot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. No, I am not having a baby just yet, but I think I'm distracted enough by real life that it's time for me to officially put Vi on hold. She'll be back sometime.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cutestripeyhat:784</id>
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    <title>Chupacabra Cabin, Alcove A4, early Sunday afternoon</title>
    <published>2007-05-13T16:58:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-14T03:23:02Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Vi was trying to sleep in, but she was too excited to manage it, even on a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom was not at all what she expected. For one, she couldn't &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/1364591.html?thread=80948591#t80948591"&gt;keep her stakes&lt;/a&gt;, which was really, really annoying. And, as she and her future &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/1364591.html?thread=80950127"&gt;roommate&lt;/a&gt; -- just one, yay -- had discussed, the school wasn't standing. Then there was the &lt;a href="http://turtle-techie.livejournal.com/2001.html?thread=34769#t34769"&gt;giant-turtle-who-was-not-a demon, duh&lt;/a&gt; a few alcoves away, though her &lt;a href="http://turtle-techie.livejournal.com/2001.html?thread=41425#t41425"&gt;other&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1681556.html?thread=77175188#t77175188"&gt;cabinmates&lt;/a&gt; seemed pretty nice. (Though being one of only two girls was a total change from Sunnydale. But there was more hot water in the shower!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1681556.html?thread=77308564#t77308564"&gt;Dawn&lt;/a&gt; from another dimension was there. If her brain hadn't been fractured pretty much for the last six months, Vi was sure that would have broken it. Not that the &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1681556.html?thread=77124500#t77124500"&gt;other students&lt;/a&gt; weren't managing to shatter the pieces a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi laid on her bed with a notebook, fidgeting and trying to start a letter to Rona. "You'll never believe this" seemed too gentle a first sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[OOC: Mostly for the big brother, but open. And she is not &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh_ooc/427422.html?thread=7128222#t7128222"&gt;bunking with the turtle!&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cutestripeyhat:544</id>
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    <title>Voice Mail</title>
    <published>2007-05-05T03:10:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-05T03:10:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"This is Vi. If I'm not out fighting evil, you probably just missed me. Leave a message and I'll call back when I can."</content>
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