If you could be any you, who would you be? [OPEN]

[radiopalkiller]

Who: EVERYBODY!
Where: TV Wonderland
When: June 29th - July 1st
Rating: anything from Teletubbies to Game of Thrones
Summary:
As announced this will be a catch-all post for shorter scenes, commercials, or things you simply don't want to make an entry for.

1. If you want to involve your character in anything and everything, leave a blank comment with them and see what others drag them into! Other characters will respond and set a random scene for the two (or three or seven) of you.


2. If you only have one particular thing in mind then set it up in a comment and wait for replies of anybody who wants to play along with the idea and stumble into that scene in their next response (or mark the thread CLOSED if you already have participants in mind)!

The Story:
Over the course of the event, everyone will be forced to act out various stereotypical roles and common tropes. The setting immediately around them will change randomly into settings from cliche popular media, complete with mediocre side-character NPCs who will never break character. It will become clear very quickly that they are expected to act out a particular role in the scene. They might be expected to be a tough cop, or a handsome sexy doctor, or someone’s evil twin come back from the dead, or any number of terrible tropes – and these tropes do not necessarily have anything to do with who the character is or what they do for a living. They could be the most innocent person and suddenly find themselves forced into the role of a hardened criminal.

Comments

Amy and Annie | Closed | Double Dog Dare

[oncefairytale]

After the last odd incident, Amy was hurrying her way down the hall as quickly as she could manage. Something was definitely not right here and she knew what could happen when that occurred. And it would have been a perfect plan if she didn't suddenly find herself transported into a game show with bright lights shining down on her. She shielded her eyes the best she could from the harsh light. "And here are our competitors for tonight, viewers! In this corner we 5' 10" Amy Pond! She's a fiery red head who thought she had it all. Until she learned that her man was also dating…" Amy looked over to see her competitor. A look of confusion and disbelief was in her eyes, trying to ask the other girl if she understood what was going on.

[Let me know if I need to change anything! And if you want to switch to action spam, I'm totally cool with that, too! For now I'm going with the idea of Dog Eat Dog But I'm game for anything! And we don't have to make the show about them being the jealous types, either!]

dog eat dog is A++

[chloroformedthejanitor]

Annie hadn't really experienced anything ...off, yet. All she knew is she'd woken up kind of late, rolled out of bed and went to the kitchen. Sure, there was a guy in there, making food for everyone like it was his job and talking about spices and throwing them in and saying BAM! so loud it made Annie jump and almost drop her plate, but she figured that was all just par for the course. A new resident she hadn't met yet or something.

But when she was walking back down the hallway, the room suddenly changed, and there were bright lights everywhere, and a really loud announcer, saying things like, "Annie Edison, 5'3", who met Amy's boyfriend at the mall, and started dating him even though she knew he had a girlfriend."

Wait, what?

Annie looks around to Amy, and she looks familiar, like maybe Annie's seen her a few times, but she has no idea what these people are talking about. She's not dating anyone! And she definitely wouldn't date some guy she met at a mall, especially if she knew he had a boyfriend. She shakes her head frantically at Amy, eyes wide. Please don't believe them.

"Ladies," the announcer was speaking again, "Are you ready for your challenge?"

Amy and Clara and Toothless | Closed | Toothless-Doo, Where are you?

[oncefairytale]

Amy wasn't surprised when her surroundings once again changed. And, as if it wasn't being random enough, she noticed that the mansion had also brought Clara and Toothless into the equation. She gave them some quick once overs to see if it would clear things up a bit about what was happening now. A familiar looking collar was around Toothless's neck with a tag that had a giant T in the middle. And somehow the name Toothless Doo popped unbidden into her head. That was odd. She wasn't even sure where that had come from.

She made eye contact with Clara. "Any of this striking you as odd?" she asked.

And that's when she happened to glance in a mirror in what should have been a spooky room, one that almost seemed palatial in decor. "Well, don't I look nice," she crowed as she gave herself an appreciative once over. If this was the game the mansion was going to play at, she was definitely in.

[Thinking they ended up in a haunted castle. With some ghosts or something hanging about. If anyone has any better ideas, let me know. We'll have them pop in after they get a bit settled.]

[no_eels]

Toothless blinked, not entirely certain what was going on. One minute he was walking along, minding his own business, and in the next he was with two of his favorite Vikings in a darkened place. Were the walls stone? Why was everything changing? What was he wearing around his neck?

He felt indignant, but also, at the same time, felt... afraid. Why was he afraid? He opened his mouth to object with a growl, and instead made a strange bark-like series of noises at Amy and Clara.

Amy and Crowley | Closed | Vacations from Hell

[oncefairytale]

"Here's the true retelling of one couple's Vacation From Hell." A voice announces. Next, a woman's voice starts to speak. "We'd always loved the country and thought 'Why don't we save up for a vacation there?'" A man's voice continues, "We saved up for years, a little here, a little there. Before we knew it we had enough to make the trip of our dreams."

And the announcer's voice continues. "But they soon learned that the country they dreamed about wasn't what they were hoping for."

The man spoke again. "It was nice at first. My first impression of Scotland was 'It's not Disneyworld, but I could get used to it.'" "We were both enchanted by it, it had these old world charms. We really thought we'd walked into the past. There were castles in the distance and sheep eating in fields. It was so far removed from anything we'd ever done before."

"But that's where paradise ended. It wasn't long before they realized what they were facing what soon would become the worst vacation of their lives."

While all of this is going on, Amy looks around in disbelief. There she is, seated at a table with sheep. Actual Sheep! Several glasses of whisky litter the table. She's sitting in a dingy bar with bad lighting and sheep. She looks across to the only actual person joining her. "Well at least isn't all bad," she sighs, "I guess we're getting that trip to Scotland a bit earlier than we planned on. Although, from the looks of it, I'm not so sure we're going to enjoy it."

[Would this be easier if I color coded who was speaking? idkidk. LET ME KNOW IF ANYTHING NEEDS CHANGING. I can't do anything until tomorrow night, though :C]

Uhhh maybe italicize the voiceover?

[goesdown]

"I'm not entirely convinced this is Scotland, even in the past." He eyes the sheep and then takes a drink, scowling at the taste. "For one thing, our Whiskey's better."

The voiceover starts again. They were drunk. Everyone was drunk, even the drivers. ESPECIALLY the drivers!

"This is ridiculous." A sheep tries to climb into his lap, shoving its face in his and he sharply shoves it away. "Off!"

Even the sheep were drunk...

Simon Tam | Open | Campy 60's superhero time

[pompous_today]

[OOC Note: I am going to be writing in prose, but if you want to respond with action spam, I can adjust accordingly! Feel free to play a victim, a fellow hero, or even a villain versus Detective Bat-Tam. CAMPY CHEESY ACTION IS GO.]

The suit Simon could deal with.

At least it wasn't body-hugging Spandex, even if he did find it quite undignified to run around with a cape streaming behind him, a black mask covering his face, a black fedora adorned with stars on his head, and a colorful emblem on his chest.

No, his main problem was that he was expected to save the people who had suddenly appeared in this cityscape, starting off with getting a kitten down from a tree and progressing from there.

He barely had time to think about how odd this was before he was called off to another task.

It was going to be a long day.

mind a robin??

[yougotnumbtongue]

Leonard's not exactly sure when he got pulled into 1960s Gotham, but he was sure that he didn't know where the hell he was or why the hell he was wearin' an uncomfortable, red spandex suit with green tights. Seriously. Green tights. Damn things itched like no other, and he was tired of savin' people who kept gettin' tied up and kidnapped and what have you. You'd think people would be a little more responsible if they knew there was some kinda killer on the loose or somethin', but whatever.

He stands in the hallway of the latest crime he's gotta stop and presses himself against the wall to stay hidden while he looks in and surveys the room. Strategy is Jim's thing, but Leonard isn't so bad at it when it comes down to it. He can see an easy enough plan of attack, assuming....hey wait. Who's that guy in all black down the hall?

"Hey!" It's a strangled whisper. "Hey! Idiot! Get away from there! They'll be able to see you!"

General Catch-All (Commercials? Infomercials? Short Cameos on Sit-coms? ANYTHING)

[chloroformedthejanitor]

Annie, just like everyone else, has been torn between wandering the halls and staying cooped up in her room. After a weird encounter with Emeril in the kitchen on Saturday morning, and an even weird one with Amy soon after that, Annie's going to spend the rest of her weekend trying very hard not to run into other people and their television shows.

Of course, the mansion, being how it is, couldn't possibly let her get away that easily. So when she runs into your character, maybe it's a shorter scene, like an infomercial or a regular commercial for Chili's or something, but still, wouldn't that be fun?

[ooc: any day works for me! maybe mention it in the subject line, and also the type of encounter, if you'd please? or ping me somewhere about it. whichever! <3]

Second Day, Early Morning, Infomercial Time!

[radiopalkiller]

"Has this ever happened to you?"

Philip jerks up from the couch with a sharp breath, bloodshot eyes opening wide to dart anxiously from corner to corner across the bright living room, furnished so clearly with meticulous deliberation.

"The vacation with your wife was a delight, and you have just the right picture to show for it!"

He made it through the first day, and the less said about the how, the better, but he should have known that it was far too soon to relax. For a moment he was back in his room. For a moment he closed his eyes and let down his guard.

The framed picture on the coffee table catches his attention. He stares at it blankly.

"I, erm, I don't--"

"The vacation with your wife was a delight, and you have just the right picture to show for it!"

The voice sounds more insistent this time. Philip groans quietly.

General Catch-All (Commercials? Infomercials? Short Cameos on Sit-coms? ANYTHING)

[strangeboy]

D'Artagnan, for once (with the exception of the event where everything turned into tents and oddly-colored grass and streams with talking fish) is enjoying himself. This event doesn't seem to be too damaging, yet, but rather kind of fun. Bizarre, yes, but not in a harmful way, he thinks. He, at least, isn't taking it very seriously which shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone. So, he doesn't hide himself away, but rather wanders, hoping for some sort of new experience.

[ooc: mention the day and type of encounter in the subject line or pin me about it! thanks~]

Saturday night - Telanovela Time

[bossily]

Clara's been tossed around from place to place so frequently over the past day that she's completely unimpressed when she once again is standing in unfamiliar territory. It looks like she's inside a really cheaply made house, where everything's supposed to look expensive but everyone knows it definitely isn't. Cautiously, her eyes scan around the area, trying to find a clue that might tell her where she's at. It's when she catches sight of a picture sitting over on a nearby table that dramatic music comes out of nowhere and loudly blares, causing her to jump and warily look up toward the ceiling as if it's going to contain a giant speaker.

It doesn't, unfortunately.

She's cut off from investigating further by a loud knock at the door. Praying that it's someone she knows, she creeps over to swing the door open enough to peek and see who it is. The sight of who's on the other side makes her grin and sigh in relief. The door is opened the rest of the way, and she leans against the doorframe.

"¡Gracias a Dios que eres tú!"

... huh. That's...different. Her jaw stays dropped open, and she has to reach up to push her chin so it clamps shut. The look she gives him at this point is so completely wary.

"Hablo español. ¿Por qué hablo español?"

And as if she's just asked the question of a lifetime, dramatic music swells up once again.

General Catch-All (Commercials? Infomercials? Short Cameos on Sit-coms? ANYTHING)

[yougotnumbtongue]

Leonard hasn't been here long-- about a week, in fact, and you better believe he's countin' the days until he can leave-- and unfortunately for him, he's arrived just before an event. Now he's read all about 'em, and heard that they can get pretty nasty, and he isn't really lookin' forward to that aspect, but if he can get a better idea of what these things are about, then maybe he can figure out how to avoid 'em in the future.

He doesn't seek out anything, but it all seems to be comin' to him anyway. Damn it.

[ooc: mention day and type of encounter in the subject line or ping me about it! <3]

Rupert Giles | Buffy the Vampire Slayer | Other scenes and open for everything!

[throughthedark]

((ooc: I'm putting up a separate log for Giles. If anyone else wants to drag him into anything else, hit me up here! I am definitely open to other disasters and shenanigans.))

Martha and Evelyn | Closed | Buddy Cops

[selfrespecting]

After the past few events, Martha has been dreading this next one. It's difficult to predict what's coming simply based on the cryptic messages left by Alice or the Cheshire Cat or whoever else, so on Friday morning she's on edge. It's hard not to be when she doesn't know what's going to pop up next.

She doesn't leave her room for a bit, and everything seems quiet on her mobile, which only makes her more uneasy.

Eventually, stir-craziness pushes her out of her room. Hiding from whatever the mansion has planned next isn't going to do her any good, and so she sets about taking a look around and trying to suss things out.

So it happens unexpectedly -- she's walking down a hallway when its shifts and distorts. It's still a hallway, but the floor is linoleum, the wall to her right has a bulletin board with a few missing persons sheets tacked up on it, and she's...

She's dressed like a police officer. It's the modern British uniform, at least -- she hasn't got a bobby on, thank god -- but she does have a nightstick at her waist and she also has no idea where she is.

A moment later, a burly man walks up to her, looking self-important, as he peers down at her. "Officer Jones, I told you that I wanted your report on my desk this morning!"

[nascensibility]

Evelyn caught on quickly. It's a good thing she's dealt with events for so long, the transitions almost don't phase her any more (then again, perhaps that's not exactly a blessing). The only thing that throws her for a distinct loop is jumping to a frightfully modern time period. If there's one thing she dislikes, it's being out of her element.

Said element looks stark and uninviting, the trousers she's wearing are hardly ideal for freedom of movement, and the cravat she's wearing in place of a tie feels like a noose. All Evie has managed to gather thus far is that this is some manner of police station, and the new century's constabulary doesn't feel especially adept at their profession.

"Printers aren't working, sir," Evelyn interjects from her little corner as soon as she realises that the woman across the room is someone she knows. Best not to make too many waves when they haven't the slightest clue what the force behind this event is.

...That, and she's only parroting something she heard from one of the tired-looking men around her.

"Should be up and running by this afternoon," she volunteers further, standing and moving to Martha's side.

Martha and Fuminori | Closed | Western Shenanigans

[selfrespecting]

All things considered, this event could be worse.

Playing out the role of a crime show along Evelyn, that had almost been fun in an odd way. And seeing how it had all been fabricated, it's not as if any real damage had been done either. Martha figures if that's all that this takes, playing along with things, then she can manage it. This is already loads better than that shadow, at least.

She's also hedging her bets that it isn't over, though. It's still only Friday, after all, and these things usually go on for days. Martha isn't quite sure what to expect, but this event hasn't been all that subtle about anything so far, so she imagines she'll know when she hits the next leg of it when she sees it.

It's when she decides to take a walk outside that she's hit by the next leg of it. Instead of seeing the gardens, when she walks out the front doors of the mansion her foot scrapes through dirt and she looks up to see a dusty old town like in one of those Western films. Cowboys and Indians, that sort of thing.

There's a saloon off to the right, a few horses tied up near it, and a number of appropriately dressed townspeople milling about.

She reaches up and finds that she's wearing a cowboy hat, but she's also got a duster on, and a pair of blue jeans tucked into some legitimately hideous cowboy boots. Martha laughs and shakes her head. "Who's ever heard of a British cowboy?"

[seekingsanity]

Or a Japanese cowboy, for that matter. Fuminori is on his way back from the hills when he wanders into this small Western town. Not that he can immediately tell what it is, but he recognizes pretty quickly that this isn't what the garden is supposed to look like.

He ventures forward with caution, wary but not particularly alarmed--events are nothing new, after all--at least not until he encounters his first horse.

That elicits some actual terror, sending him reeling across the street even though the creature doesn't exhibit any aggression toward him.

"What is going on?"

He finds the gun at his hip totally by accident and fumbles it out of its holster, pointing it at the horse to the consternation of several of the passing NPCs.

John Blake | Training Montage

[oversight]

For John Blake, there's plenty of distractions. From what he can tell, there's a shift in Wonderland even before he's talked to anyone. When he goes out for his morning training, he's unaware of the perimeters of the event, but he's expecting they'll come to light within the next couple of hours. For the time being, best he spend his time trying to focus.

Many of the motions are rote, and because of that, John makes an effort to toss it up. He jogs first, and for a cooldown, he'll be doing some T'ai Chi outside in the garden, his usual place. Of course, there's no accounting for those wandering pockets of random viewing entertainment that are working their way around Wonderland.

So, come join Blake for a little training and meditation. Perhaps you'll be surprised where you end up.

aww yeah montage time!

[swooshycape]

Vincent does not really intend to get involved with the T'ai Chi or meditation, but once he draws near the garden, there's no stopping it. He doesn't really think about how strange this is, as he kneels on the grass across from John Blake, cape settling around him as if to the beat of some fabulous piece of classic rock, staple of one of the most iconic training montages of all time.

And now? Now it will be the soundtrack to a sudden need to spar and train together.

... never mind that they have never met and have no connection, and never mind that Vincent has no idea what T'ai Chi is. It's time for some movie-style, gravity-defying preparation for a show down!

Vincent Valentine | Commercials and stuff; whatever you'd like

[swooshycape]

(( Please feel free to tag in with whatever terrible things you'd like to do with Vincent!

I will, however, offer up in a comment one commercial.... for shampoo. ))

L'Oreal... Because I'm worthless.

[swooshycape]

[[ Watch this first in preparation for the absurdity --! ]]

The scene begins, as most shampoo commercials do, in the shower with steam and suds obscuring anything below the waist. Soothing, luxurious pop music echoes through the air. Congratulations - this is probably the only time you will get a chance to see Vincent without his normal shrouding cape and clothing beneath. However, considering that he is the pale shade normally associated with corpses, considering the uncomfortable manner in which skin pulls tight against bones and considering the array of vivisection scars, well... perhaps you can't really consider yourself lucky.

But be that as it may, oblivious, Vincent carefully lathers up his long, normally horrendously messy black hair with a prominently displayed pink bottle of shampoo. A flowery scent wafts on the steam, and somehow he manages not to get his claw caught up in the hair.

However, then the scene changes to a bland office space, and there he is, typing away on a computer, while luxurious, flowing, smooth, shiny black hair cascades down his shoulders. Approach and be prepared for the slow mo hair tosses--!

Kunsel | Commercials and things or whatever else you'd like!

[kunsel]

It begins with music, cheerful and upbeat, and a voice that, seemingly out of thin air, is belting out the start of a song:

♫ You gotta shower with Mako the SOLDIER way, ♫
♫ And the vitality will follow you all through your day! ♫

Kunsel, for some reason still wearing his helmet, is lathering up under a shower head wearing nothing else but a smile and some sparkling green suds in convenient places. He's oblivious to everything else going on around him, content with the invigorating scent wafting off the spring green bar of soap in his hand, a bar of soap he doesn't let go of even after he's fully dressed. In fact, he carries it with him as he exits his room, breathing in deep each swipe of the bar across the knitted fabric of his uniform shirt, the leather belts around his waist and over his chest, and the steel pauldrons upon his shoulders.

You smell that? That's the smell of life. Clean and fresh and doesn't he look happy? He has a bounce in his step and everything as he heads out to wander the mansion. Meanwhile, that voice keeps singing in the background...although Kunsel doesn't seem to hear it. He's too busy tossing his head to catch another whiff of that clean scent or to let the shower still following him rain through the holes in his helmet...

Which actually becomes a bit of a problem once he reaches the library, because the pages of the books he wants to read are becoming wet and pulpy in his hands, drowning in foamy green bubbles!

Emma and Buffy | Closed | Full Moon Fever

[cursebreaking]

Her first reaction when the scene changed?

Well, to be honest, it was something between ugh and wanting to hurl, but Emma managed to keep herself together and stand her ground. The body she found herself looking down at had been shredded to ribbons, and though night had stolen most of the color away, she knew that it was a hell of a lot bloodier than it looked from where she was standing.

The murder scene was crowded -- it was a lot more people than she would have expected, but most of them seemed to be giving her a wide berth. A few others stood inside the area that had been roped-off with that blazingly yellow police tape, but not many. One, however, a shorter man with glasses, approached her from behind, keeping his voice low as he leaned over to talk to her in a way that was nothing short of conspicuous.

"The coroner will be ready to take him away soon, but in your expert opinion, what do you think did it? More werewolves?"

Emma stared at him for a moment, eyebrows knitting together as she frowned, disbelieving.

"Werewolves," she echoed, dubious. "You're serious."

She sighed heavily, dropping her head back, exasperated.

"Oh my God. This is stupid. Who the hell would watch this?"

[rulebreaks]

"Um, excuse me, Swan. Werewolves are a serious issue in this town. And stop breaking the fourth wall," Buffy hissed to her ~partner~ as she put down her sunglasses over her eyes Horatio Cane status and whipped her hair over her shoulder in order to crouch down and better examine the body.

"Do we have bite radius..es on this wounds yet? ...Is it radiuses or radii? Or is it just, the same, like. Squid. Or cactus. No, wait, I think cactus is cacti..."

Throwing up her hands, she sighed. "This is why I dropped out of college. ...And then joined the police academy." Right. Backstories were important yo.

Donna & Aramis | Closed | Sitcom date time!

[supertemp]

Donna's on her way down to the dining room to grab something for dinner, just minding her own business, when she suddenly finds herself on the pavement outside a restaurant, all done up like she's on some sort of, well, date. She glances over to see Aramis next to her. Though she has to admit that he does look good in modern clothes, she's not entirely certain what's going on here.

"Must be some sort of event," she mutters under her breath, and a laugh track goes off in the background.

"What? But that wasn't even funny."

[not_apriest]

"Somebody must think these events are funny, since they keep inflicting them on us," Aramis replied. The laugh track goes off again. He gives her a sidelong glance. "Maybe if we play along, we can get it over with." More canned laughter.

Ianto and Clara | Nightmare Fuel | Closed

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto had heard things about these events or what have you, but having arrived to the mansion not so long ago, he still isn't sure that he believed them when they told him about it. Or hadn't been sure, until he finds himself walking down the hall by himself. A hall that's eerily deserted, even for this place. A hall he's not entirely familiar with, full of shadows and uncertainty. And just what exactly was that noise? Ianto glances behind him. Now is perhaps not the best of times to wish that he had someone there with him, considering that he's somehow forgotten to bring his network device with him? How the hell had that happened?

"...hello?" he calls out.

[bossily]

"Hello." Clara chirped, popping up beside him out of nowhere. She didn't quite remember what she had been doing previously, or where she had been, but now she was here, with Ianto. And the present company wasn't all that bad, despite the fact she currently felt like her stomach was going to twist itself up and out of her throat. She realized a bit too late that just popping up and speaking like that probably was going to startle the poor guy, so she reached up to to place her hand on his arm.

"Just me, nothing creepy here...that I know of." She hoped.

Actually, now that she was standing there, looking down the incredibly dim hallway, she wasn't entirely sure. "Think we can turn back, find someplace else?"

Dean & Philip | The New Miracle Drug That Will Change Your Life (And Your Dick)

[righteously]

So, truth be told, he was running away. Which is not typically a thing Dean Winchester does, but if he walked into one more "scene" he was going to have to shoot himself, that's all there was to it. Hiding out in the mansion accomplished absolutely jack squat, so the obvious answer? Go out on the grounds- at least if he gets sucked into a scene there, he'll be making an ass of himself by himself.

Except for one little problem.

He blinks, that's it, he just blinks, damn his ocular lack of self control, and the space and grass around him turn into a studio. It's all bright white and counter tops and a studio audience and oh come on, who the hell else would even be out here for something like this, and for the love of god why is he wearing a-

...He's wearing a fucking polo. And a headset. Emblazoned in cool blue letters along the pristine white wall behind him is the word Lift!, and then it starts to come together.

He groans.

"Ah, come on, really? Nobody friggin' watches these things, they come at like four in the morning after the soft core porn!"

The commercial audience laughs, and he can't help but wonder whether or not it'd me morally unethical to shoot them. Fortunately, he's saved his moral dilemma by the godly sound of the voiceover guy.

"And over the course of the next hour, we're going to tell you EXACTLY how Lift! can not only improve your way of living, it can change your LIFE! We present to you your hosts, Dean Winchester and his esteemed colleague, leading Men's Health Expert Dr. Philip LaFresque."

[radiopalkiller]

So. That sure was an interesting event to wake up to, a few days ago. And once Philip figured out that he was meant to escape those scenes by playing along he also figured out that this whole story had a really familiar ring to it. Something an old friend told him once. Really odd story, even for that guy.

Well. That was a few days and several channels earlier though, and by now Philip's forgotten about that particular memory in favour of doing the only proper thing in an hopelessly haphazard situation like this: Walk up front to wherever the "studio" puts you, and do your lines with a resigned expression.

This time he all but perks up at that announcer though. Hey, it's been a while since anybody Dr. Philip LaFresque'd him, and it's almost nice to reminisce on-- On a career decidedly not related to men's health, and there goes his mood.

And if that mood wasn't leaving the stage fast enough, hey, here's a look at his co-host, and suddenly Philip grimaces, struck with the reminder of his first day epiphany.

"You."

Truth to be told, that probably wasn't in the script.

"This is your bloody fault, isn't it?"

...And that probably wasn't either.

Buffy and Giles | Closed | Magical Girl

[rulebreaks]

She sure did have a sceptor though she wasn't sure... what for. Until the giant adversary appeared and--yep--there was a changing sequence. Which felt totally normal until she was standing there looking like one of the f@#king sailor senshi. And then you know, Buffy is kind of upset by the whole dealio.

"Is this for real?" But she's holding up her wand. Or, whatever it is. Are those white gloves she's wearing? Grooooan. "Giles, you have to promise never to tell anyone about this."

I absolutely love this!

[throughthedark]

The transformation sequence was, fortunately, lost on Giles. Thank god for that, because the outfit was unfortunately not, and supremely uncomfortable to even look at.

He put his face in his hands, hoping against hope that when he opened his eyes again, this insanity would have passed.

"Your secret dies with me."

Giles had not gotten away entirely unscathed, either - he was dressed in a sort of robe that was, in a word, appallingly cutesy. In this comedy of errors, he was Buffy's adorable sidekick - still meant to dispense wisdom to help her fight the monsters, but even that familiarity was a small comfort now.

The giant adversary took a single step forward that shook the ground.

Wonderful.