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[Anya is sitting behind the counter of the Magic Box, like she does most days. And she's going over one of the ledgers like she has been lately since Giles keeps making her double check everything. But she's still watching the patrons out of the corner of her eye.

If there's one thing Anya hates, it's people who loiter around and never buy anything. They are the leeches of Capitalist society, as far as she's concerned.]

If you don't want to be thrown out of the store, I highly recommend you actually purchase something.

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foiled :(

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[Buffy has to doubletake when she sees the shop pop up on her dreamscape... but she slowly opens the door and makes her unwieldy way inside. She even has to laugh as she catches the tail end of Anya's threat.]

Anya, it's just me. [though she knew it wasn't...just anything.]

Re: foiled :(

[withoutshrimp.livejournal.com]

[Anya's...assuming it's the Buffybot because why would it be real Buffy. Real Buffy is probably decomposing by now.]

What are you doing here? Did Willow send you with a message for me?

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

A...message? What sort of message?

[withoutshrimp.livejournal.com]

Isn't that what you're supposed to be telling me?

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

If I had a message, I would've given it to you already. [She makes a show of looking around...] This place hasn't changed one bit.

Where's Giles?

[withoutshrimp.livejournal.com]

He's not here right now. He went out to run an errand.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Oh. [she tries not to look disappointed, sliding onto a chair.] Well, it's... nice. To see you, I mean.

[withoutshrimp.livejournal.com]

Did Willow update your programing? You sound less weird than you usually do. [She still hasn't quite figured out it's not the buffy bot yet.]

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

My programming. [Buffy is giving Anya a look that says 'what even' even though she has started to stitch this together...]

...Can you really not tell the difference between me and a robot?

[withoutshrimp.livejournal.com]

Well, how could it be the real Buffy? The real Buffy is in the ground decomposing!

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

.. Thanks for reminding me. [She sighs. It's explain-y time, clearly.]

Anya you're dreaming. And I'm .. really me. No Buffybot.

[withoutshrimp.livejournal.com]

[That's...awkward. She's happy to see Buffy but it's still..a little weird. Especially because she definitely should be being munched on by worms right now.]

Oh.

I'm sorry.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

It's okay. Why do you guys even still have it? The robot, I mean.

[withoutshrimp.livejournal.com]

Xander told me it was for Dawn. If people knew you were dead, they would take her away. And she wants to stay here.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Thank you both-- all. All of you. For taking care of her.

[withoutshrimp.livejournal.com]

Well, Willow and Tara take care of her the most. The rest of us just help when we can.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

That's enough.

[withoutshrimp.livejournal.com]

So you just hang out in people's dreams now? That's what happens when you die?

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

I guess, it's one thing. My thing, any way. And there are other dead people here.

..That sounded less creepy in my head.

[withoutshrimp.livejournal.com]

Well it sounded really creepy out loud.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

[She missed Anya's... bluntness.] I know, sorry.

[withoutshrimp.livejournal.com]

Still it's nice to see you again. And actually you. The Buffy Bot looks and sounds like you, but she isn't you and sometimes it's just really creepy.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Does she still... [makes a really grossed out face.] You know. With Spike?

[withoutshrimp.livejournal.com]

I don't think so. He seems too depressed to be possibly getting orgasms on a regular basis.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Depressed. [She snorts, humorless.] He's been trying to kill me since we met.

And now he's depressed.