[There's a young woman walking down the street, oblivious to the weather, furiously scribbling in a notebook. After a few moments she pauses, makes a face, and tears the page out.]

No, no, that will not work at all...

[She shakes her head and starts to write again. She doesn't seem to notice anything else around her.]


[ooc: YES, this is late. University orientation is about to start, so I've been scrabbling around and getting ready for it. :| So this is slightly backdated. And yes, action for anyone-- affected or unaffected! And yes... I'm using HIMYM icons. Replies will be posted from magiqueauteur]

Resoundingly obvious fact number one: the Library should be burned to the ground.

Resoundingly obvious fact number two: this is a way better idea than spending my life in said Library.

And hey! It's all about character-building, right? I can build myself to be Willow the bookstore owner instead of just... Willow the not bookstore owner.

But swerving away from the vague now- I've decided to take over the Bilton & Scaggs bookstore! Until either a) the owner comes back or b) a bad curse day blows it up, or something. But hey, I have protection wards in place so that doesn't happen. So-

[ooc: mod-approved! ♥ Just reply to this post if you want your character to get a job at the bookstore. Right now, there are really no limits as to how many jobs there are, so go crazy!]

[There is some shuffling and rustling of paper, before Willow's voice comes through.]

Wow! You know what? The City Library seems to think that pudding recipes are synonymous with memory spells! Isn't that awesome? I mean, I guess it's kinda sucky that there's still no turn-up on the memory front, but hey.

Pudding recipes! How can you go wrong? I love pudding. Everyone should love pudding. It should become a staple of our everyday diet!
 
In fact-- I don't know why you'd be upset about it, anyway. So maybe not what you were looking for-- but way better! Right?


[ooc: anti-angst day. because I can. >D]

Okay, um. Is it a curse day today? Because all of a sudden, I--

Well--I mean--

Suddenly I'm much with the breathing and I'm getting warmer and oh goddess I'm so hungry. I feel like I could eat a horse! If, you know, I wanted to. Which I don't.

Did anyone--? Y'know, with the deities? To make me more... alive than usual?

...and look at me, starting off the new year by talking like I'm on crack.


[ ooc: so Willow got her life back! As per Harry's deal with the deities. She's... still in shock :P ]

So- 'tis the season and all that, right? Geez, I've been kinda Network-phobic lately, haven't I? Must come with the whole dead thing.

But, considering my Jewish upbringing, it gives me the wiggins to say I'm excited about the Christmas part. Winter holidays, sure! Except my dad wouldn't even let me watch the Charlie Brown Christmas Special on TV, let alone even say the words 'Merry Christmas'! in the house. So I guess I developed a complex, or something.

And there's all these folks in the City who don't even know what Christmas is. I mean, homicidal Santa yesterday? Probably didn't help sell the holiday. Basically there's presents and food and usually a lot of egg nog- nothing too snazzy, right? So I figure that, for the non-Christians and the non-Earthians, we should just think up some huge 'ol umbrella term! To make it fair and celebratory without the religious aspect. 

So, without further ado...

 

Happy Non-Denominational Winter Holidays!

To celebrate, I baked these.


[ooc: soooo, to cover up recent angst, Willow is going all out with the celebrating-the-holiday thing. And anyone on her friends list? She has just sent you a packet of those cookies. Obviously they're not as pro as the ones in the picture, but she tried.]

[There's some static before the communicator turns on suddenly, and this video begins to play.]

...huh. That was weird.

[ooc: because I like to bandwagon, and plus, I couldn't resist adding some humour in here. This is the memory theatre curse, and the video is "Under Your Spell" from the Buffy ~musical~ episode Once More With Feeling! No, Willow doesn't know this is posted, and she's referring to the fact that it was weird her communicator randomly turned on. Feel free to enjoy the... singing? Symbolic porn? Lesbianism? Whatever! Also, this is a little backdated ♥]

[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.]

Hey, 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.]