20 April 2012 @ 02:43 pm
002 APOCALYPSE AVERTED ❧ AGAINST LAST NIGHT I HAD THE STRANGEST DREAM  
A

[ action, CHURCH OF SALVATION, UPTOWN MAYFIELD, MORNING ]
[ In the early afternoon, while the kids are at school, Buffy slips out of the house to do some wandering and explore around town. There are supplies she needs, and sudden suburban housewife or not, she's gonna get them. She swings by the church as soon as she sees it, beelining across the carefully trimmed grass and heading inside, nosing around. No services on Friday mornings, at least, so it was quiet.

Didn't look quite Catholic, but if she was lucky (when was she ever lucky?) it might at least have holy water for her to stock up in the trunk at the foot of the bed she was apparently supposed to be sharing with Finnick Odair, her loving husband -- when he wasn't, that is, going into some weird catatonic kind of zone out.
]
B

[ action, DOWNTOWN MAYFIELD (GROCERY STORY, BODINE FASHION, JONATHON'S TOOLS), AFTERNOON ]
[ After her trip the church and a quick trip home for lunch -- God, she was gonna become a pod person. She'd already gotten herself trained to have the drone children of the corn's lunches packed in the mornings -- she headed back out to the downtown area. Under the guise of grocery shopping and other generic ~appropriately feminine~ things, maybe she could find some weapons.

She headed first to the hardware store -- it seemed like the most obvious choice. Even a trowel would be a step up from whatever was in their house. Not that a trowel was much higher up on the list of ways to stop creatures of the night than a chef's knife was, but … It helped to look around. Unfortunately, as soon as she got inside, the employees were haggling her. Tools were, after all, men's business. Men schmen.

After that, she wandered down to window shop and browse at Bodine Fashion, only to be seriously disappointed by the crime of just how outdated everything in there was.

It didn't last long, and ended with her just heading for the grocery store to set out and do what she'd come downtown for in the first place.
]
C

[ action, PARTRIDGE DRIVE AND OTHER NEIGHBORHOODS, NIGHT ]
[ Weapons or no weapons, when night fell, Buffy took to the street. Partially habit, partially out of legitimate concern for the safety of the other townspeople, aaaand partially security blanket (Of Human Bondage, she reminded herself). ]
 
 
11 April 2012 @ 07:42 pm
001 // phone + action  
[ following this log: ]

A

[ phone ]
Giles? Hello? [ This thing … did pick up, right? Oh, it must be the machine. ] Look, I know you’re all … life of leisure guy lately and all, and that’s great, really, you connect to your inner Kerouac. [ A beat. An exhale. ] But, I need you. Really need you. As in … not really sure what went on last night and need some … bronze-y Adonis-shaped gaps filled in. [ Cue shifty look at Finnick, then she hangs up the phone, sliding it back on the counter. ]
B

[ action, 750 PARTRIDGE DR ]
He wasn't there? [Look, Finnick may be in the middle of a difficult time in his life but he still knows what an answering machine message sounds like. He also appreciates the compliments about his beautiful body. :') Or would if he understood the significance of them. ANYWAY.]

Looks like it's up to us to save ourselves, in that case.

[And thus, he goes to the front door and walks out onto the front yard to investigate. It's worth noting that he did not stop to get dressed at any point between waking up and this moment, so he's still in his underwear. (They are boxers. ftr.) ]

[ MEANWHILE, BUFFY GOES CLAMBERING OUT THE FRONT DOOR AFTER HIM BECAUSE OH GOD UNDERWEAR -- at least she’s in her pajama pants and camisole. She has some sense of common decency, unlike her new roommate. Husband. Roommate. Whatever the fuck he is. ] Hey, guy, you can’t just -- [ O h. She looks up and down the street, coming to a slow halt on the front lawn. Which is manicured. As is every one up and down the street. ] Uhh …