Big band looking glass
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beccaelizabethDreamed another Buffy related one
(how many years after canon closed? serious brain real estate devoted to this.)
I think I was time traveller me and had made some changes around Sunnydale, because everyone knew me, Spike was acting pretty much soulful, and yet Buffy was in high school and dating Angel.
... it is possible I was also dating both Buffy and Angel, but I do not aspire to that, so I choose to believe I was going along on their date as chaperone. Which when you think about it would keep the world safer. You know. Making sure Angel takes things seriously.
It was some kind of fancy Dance with the formal and the suits. Angel was all dressed like a high schooler, like he had never worn a suit before and was trying to make this one stay on. Too wide in the shoulders, too tight in the neck, hair plastered down with so much gel. Like so much. You could see this guy and imagine the body spray. It was freaky.
... I told him I hadn't fancied high schoolers when I was one and could he pls look at least a few years older? So he pulled bits out and undid buttons and wiped his face, which turned out to have makeup that, like, softened it? He looked all sharp and much bitier without the makeup.
Also older, thankfully, but that just left the contrast with Buffy really, really, noticeable. Like, this is why I'm not fond of that relationship, Spike fell for a woman who could kick his arse and only got together with her when she was all adult and providing for herself. Angel saw a girl with a lollipop and decided it was love. I just... I don't want to start ship war here but they both had some growing up to do at that point.
But. Dream. Dance. Formal. I was going to, in some way 'with' Buffy and Angel. *sigh*
There was a bit I was remembering in the dream, where both the (Sunydale vampires) Master and Spike had warned me off in very similar wording. Don't make deals with demons, the deal is death. ... very portentous, not actually terribly helpful.
Jonathan was providing music for the dance, with his band. In this timeline he hadn't Superstared himself - he was in high school still anyway - but he did have a suddenly very popular group doing swing music in super fancy costumes.
(I would always warn Ethan how his other timeline went. I would never expect this to result in peace and quiet. So I wondered.)
Since this was his way of making friends and getting people to actually talk to him, Jonathan had found some role for pretty much anyone willing to wear matching sparkly, mostly black with silver stars on. He had a top hat and cane, like a mic cane he sang into. Super stylish. Big and glitzy.
Possibly demonic.
I was scouting around outside before the Dance got started and I found a VW camper van full of very familiar faces, very, very dead. Like, there were way too many people all crammed into the van. Jammed up against the glass, like they'd been struggling to get out. One guy had his leg through the windscreen, which had clearly gone very poorly for him. The bits of them that were still in the van were all scratches and bite marks. Looked like they'd attacked each other until they were one big heap of corpses.
Then I got close enough I could hear little whimpering noises from within.
Turns out the one with his hands on the steering wheel was still alive, in this big heap tangle of corpses.
So. Bad day. Even by Sunnydale standards.
We pulled the door handle and a whole lot of dead came tumbling out. But something was niggling at me as being wrong and unrelated to corpses. The van emptied out and the one live one finally scrambled out, making a lot of noise and no words. But he had to climb over the passenger seat, so I realised the steering wheel was where I expected it to be, but we were in America. That's backwards.
Made me wonder about the familiar faces. Corpses aren't looking their best anyway, but did they look backwards too?
So someone would have to look in the van to figure out what all was going on in there, but I'm pretty sure they'd find a mirror, and some ritual stuff.
I needed to find the rest of the band. Or the real band? Or the ones currently posing as the band...
So I went and explained to Jonathan but I was like, okay, so D&D is not literally real, but, basically, D&D like things are real. And he's like, I knew it! I'm going to be a Bard. But I explained about the mirror stuff, while watching him closely, but not knowing him well enough to know for sure if he's backwards. And he was going to call the band together before they went on and start checking them for looking glass counterparts. But he reckoned a lot of the sort of Things that make copies also take hostages to copy from, so it's possible even if we found dead versions there might be live ones somewhere okay.
So I guess we end up going through the looking glass.
... where Angel can't go, because reflections. Huh.
Seems like a good spell gone wrong thing though, because you can start with ideas like everyone wanting to be you and look like you, like the fame thing, and end up with a band accidentally making a deal with looking glass demons.
Which would end up with you dead and the demons having a great time.
Portentous warnings received.
Thing is, I figure if any 'thing' can 'fake' being a person well enough you can't tell, they're pretty much a person. So the mission becomes, how do we save both sides? Like, demons who want in to our universe badly enough they'd risk that horror in the van, we're kind of talking refugees? Nobody wants to live in hell. So then it's like, how do we get them to be good neighbours once they're here?
Which is a whole different story than something named for a Slayer is telling, but, I have different priorities.
There's always a way out.
That was a neat snippet of dream though, for a horror story.
(how many years after canon closed? serious brain real estate devoted to this.)
I think I was time traveller me and had made some changes around Sunnydale, because everyone knew me, Spike was acting pretty much soulful, and yet Buffy was in high school and dating Angel.
... it is possible I was also dating both Buffy and Angel, but I do not aspire to that, so I choose to believe I was going along on their date as chaperone. Which when you think about it would keep the world safer. You know. Making sure Angel takes things seriously.
It was some kind of fancy Dance with the formal and the suits. Angel was all dressed like a high schooler, like he had never worn a suit before and was trying to make this one stay on. Too wide in the shoulders, too tight in the neck, hair plastered down with so much gel. Like so much. You could see this guy and imagine the body spray. It was freaky.
... I told him I hadn't fancied high schoolers when I was one and could he pls look at least a few years older? So he pulled bits out and undid buttons and wiped his face, which turned out to have makeup that, like, softened it? He looked all sharp and much bitier without the makeup.
Also older, thankfully, but that just left the contrast with Buffy really, really, noticeable. Like, this is why I'm not fond of that relationship, Spike fell for a woman who could kick his arse and only got together with her when she was all adult and providing for herself. Angel saw a girl with a lollipop and decided it was love. I just... I don't want to start ship war here but they both had some growing up to do at that point.
But. Dream. Dance. Formal. I was going to, in some way 'with' Buffy and Angel. *sigh*
There was a bit I was remembering in the dream, where both the (Sunydale vampires) Master and Spike had warned me off in very similar wording. Don't make deals with demons, the deal is death. ... very portentous, not actually terribly helpful.
Jonathan was providing music for the dance, with his band. In this timeline he hadn't Superstared himself - he was in high school still anyway - but he did have a suddenly very popular group doing swing music in super fancy costumes.
(I would always warn Ethan how his other timeline went. I would never expect this to result in peace and quiet. So I wondered.)
Since this was his way of making friends and getting people to actually talk to him, Jonathan had found some role for pretty much anyone willing to wear matching sparkly, mostly black with silver stars on. He had a top hat and cane, like a mic cane he sang into. Super stylish. Big and glitzy.
Possibly demonic.
I was scouting around outside before the Dance got started and I found a VW camper van full of very familiar faces, very, very dead. Like, there were way too many people all crammed into the van. Jammed up against the glass, like they'd been struggling to get out. One guy had his leg through the windscreen, which had clearly gone very poorly for him. The bits of them that were still in the van were all scratches and bite marks. Looked like they'd attacked each other until they were one big heap of corpses.
Then I got close enough I could hear little whimpering noises from within.
Turns out the one with his hands on the steering wheel was still alive, in this big heap tangle of corpses.
So. Bad day. Even by Sunnydale standards.
We pulled the door handle and a whole lot of dead came tumbling out. But something was niggling at me as being wrong and unrelated to corpses. The van emptied out and the one live one finally scrambled out, making a lot of noise and no words. But he had to climb over the passenger seat, so I realised the steering wheel was where I expected it to be, but we were in America. That's backwards.
Made me wonder about the familiar faces. Corpses aren't looking their best anyway, but did they look backwards too?
So someone would have to look in the van to figure out what all was going on in there, but I'm pretty sure they'd find a mirror, and some ritual stuff.
I needed to find the rest of the band. Or the real band? Or the ones currently posing as the band...
So I went and explained to Jonathan but I was like, okay, so D&D is not literally real, but, basically, D&D like things are real. And he's like, I knew it! I'm going to be a Bard. But I explained about the mirror stuff, while watching him closely, but not knowing him well enough to know for sure if he's backwards. And he was going to call the band together before they went on and start checking them for looking glass counterparts. But he reckoned a lot of the sort of Things that make copies also take hostages to copy from, so it's possible even if we found dead versions there might be live ones somewhere okay.
So I guess we end up going through the looking glass.
... where Angel can't go, because reflections. Huh.
Seems like a good spell gone wrong thing though, because you can start with ideas like everyone wanting to be you and look like you, like the fame thing, and end up with a band accidentally making a deal with looking glass demons.
Which would end up with you dead and the demons having a great time.
Portentous warnings received.
Thing is, I figure if any 'thing' can 'fake' being a person well enough you can't tell, they're pretty much a person. So the mission becomes, how do we save both sides? Like, demons who want in to our universe badly enough they'd risk that horror in the van, we're kind of talking refugees? Nobody wants to live in hell. So then it's like, how do we get them to be good neighbours once they're here?
Which is a whole different story than something named for a Slayer is telling, but, I have different priorities.
There's always a way out.
That was a neat snippet of dream though, for a horror story.
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Date: 2019-05-13 01:41 pm (UTC)sign of quality. i feel the same.
they both had some growing up to do at that point
accurate.
I like the idea of demon refugees just wanting peace and quiet and a decent living. And humans freaking out for no reason but then learn to not freak out as much. Subtle, I know. I still like.
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Date: 2019-05-16 10:50 pm (UTC)