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[sunnydalealum]

It's not worth the effort, at this point, to make herself firmly visible.

Instead, Meg concentrates on making her voice as loud and solid and present as possible as she zips through the building, ignoring such petty obstacles as walls and floors and extremely surprised lawyers and mentally checking off sites of battle: "All out! Everybody out!" she shouts to Wells and Spoon, and "They're coming down, get ready!" to Buffy and the others in the lobby, and "We're all done, it's time to go!" to River and Spike, and "Find the others, get out now!" to Harth and Mel, and then back to the first group again, as fast as she can.

Everyone has to hear.

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[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Oi, curls." Spoon and Meg haven't been introduced, alright? "Lets go. We get back, you find me a bloody towel or some shite."

Then he stands in all his...scarred, naked, totally psychotic "glory" and heads for the nearest inside-door thinking Milliways thoughts as hard as he can. Once it's open he holds it for Meg and lobs his mine as far back into the building as he can manage.

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

"I'm going after him," Wells informs the last few Slayers as he sees them out the door. "I'll come join you girls soon as I've seen him right. I promise."

And with that he bolts after Spoon at breakneck speed.

[sunnydalealum]

The door slams behind Wells, Spoon, and Meg just as the explosive goes off.




In front of the fenced-in park across the street, the bloodied and bedraggled Slayers gather in a knot around Buffy, who's digging a cellphone out of her pocket.

"Will?" she says into it. "Now."

[sunnydalealum]

The eye-defeating flash of a successful transit spell fades into the sulfurous glow of fire from the Wolfram & Hart lobby.



Inside the lobby, the emergency sprinkler system is finally going, and fire alarms begin blaring a belated and desperate warning. The remains of the fallen tree are scattered across the room, charred and smoldering around the edges. Most of the velvet ribbon swags have been torn down and are burning with a sickly pale flame, already starting to die under the artificial rain.

Buried under one of them is a piece of melted plastic that used to be a holiday ornament: the words Y UR NEMIES BUR are still visible on its crumpled surface.