I've been away for so long. What have you kids been up to? I can't even keep up with everything.

So, Giles is possessed, Ethan Rayne's back, and... Riley. How nice. Looks like I'll have something to come home to after all.

Oh, and to the other me? Don't get so hasty with the whole kicking of my ass. I'm here to help.

What makes you laugh?

When I was human, Xander's jokes would always serve to crack a smile from me (unless they came at a really bad time, which happened a lot if evil was the number-one priority). After I killed Angel, it was a long time before I started laughing again. Riley would look at me, make some sort of teasing quip about his Joe Regular life in Iowa, and I would just break out laughing.

Now? There's nothing in my life to laugh about. Except when you get a really good kill in... never mind.

I'm always one for a challenge, so why not?

( Questions from Drusilla. )

( Questions from the other Buffy. )

( Questions from Captain Jack Sparrow. )


Here's the basic how-to:
1 - Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed.
2 - I will respond; I'll ask you five questions.
3 - You'll update your journal with my five questions, and your five answers.
4 - You'll include this explanation.
5 - You'll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed.

Date:	2004-02-04 10:05
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	bored
Music:	Halo Friendlies. "Me vs. The World."

I'm going to have to start looking for a new place to set up shop and eat. Things are getting *way* too hairy in my particular neck of the woods. (Oh. Neck. I'm hungry again.) I mean, I ran into diedalittle a few nights ago, and don't take this personally, Buffy, but you're a royal pain-in-the-ass sometimes. Even when you're not trying to kill me, which is saying something.

Mmm. I'm not sure if I mentioned this before, but if you try to kill me? You're going to wind up with one extremely pissed ex-Slayer on your hands. (Just because I'm dead doesn't mean I've lost my ability to slay. It still comes naturally, if you can believe it.)

Willow. You and me. Tonight. I need to have some fun.

Date:	2004-01-30 16:39
Subject:	Challenge #7.
Security:	Public
Mood:	naughty
Music:	Treble Charger. "How She Died."

What's your favorite guilty indulgence?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Actually, it's quite simple. Faith herself had the right idea, before she went through that big redemption phase in L.A. I go for the kink. Tying people up really does have its perks. As do whips, chains, collars, the whole nine yards. In fact, just last week in my world, before I was here, Spike and I were having a grand ol' time with some handcuffs, whipped cream, and a cat o' nine tails.

I'll spare you all of the details.

... I think I'm going to have to go kill something. That just got me *really* wound up.

Date:	2004-01-29 15:45
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	contemplative
Music:	Cibo Matto. "Sugar Water".

Since the other two versions of me have made their entrance, it's only fair that I go along with the introductory spiel, too.

I'm Buffy Summers. With a twist. An extreme twist. I'm a vampire. (Confused yet? One's human, the other's a robot, and I'm the immortal. I'm going to go into more detail, in case everyone's still having an extreme case of head-scratching.)

I was turned during your run-of-the-mill patrol. It was a stupid mistake, and the vamp who did it got all cocky once he found out who he'd turned. ('Course, I staked him as soon as I was out of the ground again.) Ironically, I'm still slaying. Even feeding on people doesn't get me juiced up the way staking and beheading and all of that other wonderfully yummy stuff does. I'm not evil, not *really*, but I'm hardly Miss Goody-Two-Shoes over there, either.

So I've died three times, technically.

ETA: Remember the night Cibo Matto played at the Bronze, Xand? I was just reminiscing... *grin*.