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[noshrimp]

[The camera is pretty close to Anya's face from the start. She pulls it out a little, trying to keep herself in frame. It's still daytime, thankfully, but Anya looks pretty pale and queasy, and the large bandage on her forehead certainly doesn't help.]

Whoever created this dimension, you didn't do a very good job. I can tell this isn't my reality, which is a novice mistake, really. Well. Unless this is a Hell dimension you summoned me to.

[She looks around, checking for anything vaguely hellish.]

It certainly doesn't seem like a Hell dimension. Not many Hell dimensions have baseball. And if you did summon me, in case you haven't heard, I've given up on the whole vengeance business. No vengeance at all. 100% vengeance free.

[She waits a few seconds more, hoping she'll just be taken away already.]

I know the Slayer, you know. Or- Well. I knew- It's complicated, and I'd rather not talk about- I also know witches! Powerful witches. Powerful, lesbian witches. So, send me back! Or I'll unleash their lesbian fury upon you.

Comments

[noshrimp]

Has anyone figured out what's powering this core?

[inthejunk]

No. There are scientists that do something with it-study it I guess? But no one knows very much about it, even though it's been here for a really long time. Way longer than a lifetime.

[noshrimp]

If it's taken them that long to come up with no answers, they're obviously not very clever.

[inthejunk]

I guess not. Or maybe they know more than they're letting on. There's really no way to tell, you know?

[noshrimp]

You could ask them.

[inthejunk]

Actually, I can't. They never come out, I guess. They just stay down there and do scientific things all the time.

[noshrimp]

Then go down there and find them. Scientists usually aren't very dangerous.

[inthejunk]

You'd think that, it's true. Except for the part where it isn't true. There are guards down there too, I guess. Every time someone has tried to get down there they've been killed.

[noshrimp]

Oh. I suppose that's a good reason not to talk to them.

[inthejunk]

Yeah, that's what I thought too.

[noshrimp]

I'm sure they'll figure something out. If some people can leave already, I'm sure there must be an answer. Or maybe they just kidnap them.

[inthejunk]

Nah, they just vanish. It... [Sigh.] It's kind of disturbing. But you seem pretty tough! I bet you'll be fine.

[noshrimp]

I have a lot of help, but I'm sure I'll survive. There's no immediate apocalypse for a while, at least.

[inthejunk]

...Apocolypse? Who have you been talking to? This is something else.

[noshrimp]

There's always going to be an apocalypse at some point. It's very common.

[inthejunk]

[Blink.]

You're a different kind of girl, aren't you?

[noshrimp]

In what way?

[inthejunk]

It's probably best if I don't try to guess. Around here that seems to cause more trouble than it's worth.

[noshrimp]

I doubt anyone around here is particularly normal, anyway. We are in Canada.

[inthejunk]

...Wait, what's so weird about Canada? I didn't pay enough attention in Geography I guess...

[noshrimp]

A lot of things. Their frequent use of the metric system, for example.

[inthejunk]

Huh? What else would they use?

[noshrimp]

The other one. I'm not quite sure what it's called, but it seems very sound.

[inthejunk]

...You might want to learn proper measurements while you're here in that case.

[noshrimp]

I'll learn them when I'm sure there's no chance of escape.