[The communicator comes on with Willow dressed in these robes with the Ravenclaw symbol on them. In her hand, she has a wand. And no, she doesn't look very impressed.]

Oh, hell. Please tell me this is a dream?

[ooc: so very cursed! And a witch still... however, now the Harry Potter kind.]

[And Willow is finally waking up from, well, being dead. The communicator is lying on the bedside table as she sits up, wincing a little. There is a visible scar from her shoulder blade down, which was... well, a giant hole a few days ago. She looks a lot paler than usual, taking this into a account. After a few moments of regaining her bearings, she bites her lip, frowning, before noticing that the communicator is on. Then she attempts a smile, just for the Network. Not that it exactly works. Her voice is raspy and tired sounding, instead.]

Um. Hi... guys.

[ooc: so, Willow's alive! Ish. City!dead, technically. Action or voice for the Angel crew, and voice for anyone who wants to check up on her? xD And the police are free to hound her for details, if they want haha. I don't know if she'll be very forthcoming with info, though.]

Wow. Now last time this happened, it was really freaky. Let's hope it's less freaky this time, right, guys? Maybe? Possibly?

[ooc: anything goes! ♥]

You know, sometimes it's insanely difficult to figure out answers to deceptive questions. Or maybe that's just me. But words like 'honour' and 'pride' and 'strength' and 'love' all float around in my head, and I'm not sure if any of them are right. There could just be something wrong with me, which whoa! Probably wouldn't surprise anyone. Considering I am a humongously humongous idiot in so many respects, but-

But. Well. When people are going home left, right and centre, you start to be kinda introspective. It's good at warding off the pain that shouldn't be there, right? So...

What's most important to you?

We should have coffee sometime. Uh, maybe some day... this week after class?

I'm free tomorrow.

Uh, you could, you could bring your friend.

I wasn't gonna - I -  I mean - if you have a friend-

Me? Oh - no - I - I'm friendle-!

[a long pause, a lot of crackling, and a final crash as Willow collides with the pavement. She squeaks a little in pain, before...]


...oh.

[another pause]

Hi, guys?

[ooc: soooo, canon update! To Entropy in S6. At about the point just before Willow and Tara are working out date plans. Because I'm evil? Willow remembers everything, of course. Italics is Willow talking and normal is Tara. Canon update to dark!Willow will come next time when I am less horrendously busy. Posting now because... yeah, horrendous business starts tomorrow again bawww ♥]

So, um. Do mountains generally spring up overnight? Or is that just another crazy city thing? 

[a pause] Well... it's actually kinda neat! At least now the scenery's nicer.

[if anyone is really listening for it, they can probably hear that Willow's voice is higher than normal, and she sounds a little jittery]

You know what, maybe Sunnydale needed a mountain to make it more... aesthetically pleasing! Complete with a snowy cap! Not that... that's generally normal in California, but hey, it did snow that one time.

[so, meet rambly Willow! rambling because she's a little hyped up on magic right now - if only because she kindofsortofmaybe tried too much at once. but hey, she's hiding it. somewhat. and no veins!]

Or... maybe it needed some steam-powered airships or something. Like the other day. I don't know.

[another drawn out pause, and then a noisy exhale of breath]

Hey, guys - what kinds of curses do you think you'd enjoy having at home?

[the recording begins somewhat hesitantly, and Willow's tone is both shocked and amazed]

Um.

Guys...?

There's a tree in the apartment.

[oh yeah, and you get a brief video shot of a giant willow tree taking up the entire space of Willow's room]

I swear I didn't do it!

[ooc: okay, cursed by What's in a Name. Pretty self explanatory, considering her name is Willow. Poor Willow gets a tree smack bang in the middle of her room. Or more like... everywhere in her room ♥]

( filtered to Oz + viewable by Giles || unhackable )

( private to Buffy || unhackable )

No more post-apocalyptic scenery! And people. People who are populating. A populace!

Yeah, after that, I feel like this place when it's normal ain't so bad. Not if you take into account the very diverse and mostly very nice citizenry we usually have here. I'm now of the opinion that this place is cooler when it's fuller.

So welcome to all the newbies!

[ooc: by the way, a small note: Willow is using magic again, yes. Oh no! Well, she's using it very sparingly and practicing to control it and things. So not really doing spells, but whatever. But there are a lot of people she hasn't told yet. And she realises this. Feel free to poke her about it. ♥]

All those people show up and this time I get no fans. It's sad, but also kind of good. The whole them-knowing-all-my-personal-details creeps me out.

And... um. A whole buncha books showed up on my desk. I think -- they're probably Giles' -- and when I checked the Hall...

W-well! He could be back! Right? He came back from before. I'm sure he'll be back again.
 
I've been gettin' kinda twitchy lately. I'm... pretty sure nobody knows a cure for magic withdrawal?

[ooc: off of hiatus! wheee~♥]

( [filtered to Harry and Tara] )

( [private to Buffy || unhackable] )

[private to Oz]

I think we should

A belated welcome to Oz, Giles, and more recently, Cordelia and Miss Calendar! Even though the last one freaks me out more than it-

Seems like the City favours our world, y'know. There's like a mass exodus from Sunnydale at the moment. I dunno whether this is supposed to be a good or bad thing - but I managed to escape the curses last weekend, so of the good for now, I think. No random freaky marriages for me, thankyou.

Anyway. How's everyone going?

Isn't today a great day? Or... this morning. Or whatever. Personally, I think today is a phantasmagorical day! Which is actually a word. Y'know. Despite the fact that there was all that creepy b-movie murdery horror stuff going on yesterday--and believe me, I've seen enough of those movies to know. C'est la vie, say the French.

But to celebrate! I baked these! Oh, and nothing exploded. Not even the flour. Which is always considered to be a plus. [the feed switches to video for a moment before switching back to voice, to showcase the brownies in their glory:]



It took awhile. And... used up a lot of ingredients. Sorry, Harry. But I made lots! Because chocolate equals endorphins and endorphins equal happiness and that is something the City sorely needs! Right? Right.

Oh, um, plus... if anyone's hiring, job-wise, I'm interested! Because then I won't have as much time on my hands to bake thousands of brownies. Yeah.

[ooc: if you can't tell, Willow and Tara have gotten back together, which makes Willow a very happy and hyper Willow. If your character has a heart next to their names in her profile, you can assume that she sent them some of these brownies (if you want her to know where your character lives haha, because her mad hacker skills probably means she could find out?) Harry and Tara, of course, get an unlimited supply and the rest of the Scoobies get a big bundle.]

( private || off-network )

Aagh, I have so much to do! I feel like I've done everything I had to, but I must be missing something. I wonder what it was? Oh, well, no time to wonder! Time is what I don't have much of right now.

---oh! The washing up. Maybe that was it? Or--or the laundry? 

Um ... okay, so my regular guilty levels have guiltified beyond the normal realms of guilt. To everyone who talked to me while I was cursed, uh, I'm really sorry! It was just... badness. The skanky, blood-sucking version of me, actually. The bondage should have clued you in. So, let's hope there's no repeat of that curse, 'cause the repercussions are no fun. 

Wesley, Faith - thanks, by the way. Not really for the chains, just for the - no allowing me to hurt anyone.

( private to faith || unhackable )

 

[here, have a Willow dressed like this wandering around the square--except minus the vampire face (for the moment). She definitely doesn't look distressed, but looks vaguely disappointed]

--Bored now.

( ooc cut )

At least it's not raining anymore, right? And, uh, all the commotion has subsided. I'm thankful for that, at least.
 
( filtered to friends of willow || unhackable )

[she seems to want to be able to say something else, but she's battling sniffles and tears at the moment, so the transmission abruptly ends]

[ooc: friends of Willow include everyone who has at least one heart next to their name in her profile ♥

ooc2: going out now! i will most definitely be backdating later  backdating now!♥♥]

[there is a very unceremonious 'splash' as Willow topples headfirst into the fountain, too shocked to scream. A few moments past before she emerges from the water; she looks a little worse for wear, a little older and a little different.]

What? I--I swear I didn't use magic! I mean, the computer was going really, really slow, and it was so frickin' annoying, but I've been trying so hard and I swear I didn't use any at all--

--wait.

Is this...

[there is a pause, before her voice grows a little tentative, as if she is trying to recall something]

The...City?

[ooc: Okay, so Willow's back in action! She will remember everything about the City in time, she's just a little out of sorts right now. But yes, she does remember everyone she's spoken to before, so no worries there! She's just a little angsty riiight now in her canon. She's from S6 Gone, for those of you in the know about Buffy, specifically at the point where she's waiting for the computer to load ♥]

People turning into humans and zombies all over the place? Plus a holiday I don't even celebrate, being Jewish and all. I s'pose some people are enjoying today more than me, right?

Oh, and by the way, Sunnydale isn't really that great a place to live. So just totally disregard what I said the other day, okay? 

Annnd I would also like clarification on the whole 'Buffy has a TV show' thing. I've been trying to block in from my mind, but I think that might just do permanent damage.

Situated on the Hellmouth - a convergence point of mystical energies - there isn't a better holiday destination! With a population of 38,500 and forty-three churches, not to mention twelve lovely gothic cemeteries, the town has a very horror-movie feel. Other interesting things to look out for are the abundance of dark alleyways, the abandoned mansions and factories--oh, and don't forget the many vampires and demons that roam the streets at night!

Sunnydale is a somewhat isolated town, with the next nearest city being Los Angeles, a two hour drive away! But it is also nearby a stunning beach and a day's drive to the desert, a very prime location for things such as spirit quests. There are also the beautiful ruins of the Sunnydale Highschool, situated right on top of the Hellmouth, destroyed in the fight against the Mayor that happened to turn into a snake!

All in all, Sunnydale is probably the best town in America. It even has its own purpose, the reason why it was founded: to sustain a human population for supernatural evils to prey on. Everybody should visit Sunnydale this summer, it's a blast.

For more information, contact me, Willow Rosenberg! The official PR of Sunnydale, CA.

[ooc: ohsoverycursed. the citizenship curse, wherein she will tell you anything and everything about fantastic Sunnydale. She's also very enthusiastic.]