12665/Happy Freaky Birthday

Happy Freaky Birthday
Date of Scene:	20 January 2021
Location:	The Blue Lady, Fort Joseph
Synopsis:	Nolan encounters a body swapped Buffy. Thomas and Nolan have a confrontation.
Cast of Characters:	Buffy Summers, Thomas Raith, Deadwatch

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Buffy Summers has posed:
Today is January 19, and normally that would be an important date for Buffy, being her birthday and all. This year, however, it has somehow slipped her mind, among other things. But really can you blame her, with everything that's been going on? Not only is she still struggling with her body swapped mind, but after learning more about one of the more grim aspects of the White Court..

Yeah, she's pretty distracted tonight. In fact, she isn't even up and about but has elected to sleep in, at least partly because of her headache..

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith is naturally enough, not only up and about but has most of his work done for the day. He got up, fed Tiffany and made her use the bathroom, then because Buffy had expressed concern about her body not moving around enough, he tied her ankles and hands to an exercise bike and set it to automatic run at 15 miles an hour for 30 miles. Then he did some paperwork and finally as the sun was well and truly set, came downstairs into the wine cellar. Imagine...life. Pain, grief, distress, all the things that plague a person, that give life it's flavor and context... Now imagine if someone could just brush that away... where all you felt was joy, and pleasure and ecstasy... That's what Thomas had done to her the night before. That is what buffy was going to be waking up to no longer having... And that is why White court are so dangerous. All you have to do is submit, give yourself over to them and they can make all the bad just go away. It's not for nothing they refer to their favorite vessels as "Bucks" and "does".

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers is certainly feeling a bit low right now, not to mention confused and tired..How much time had passed? What day is it today, and where is she, even? Where's Thomas?

She sighs, hugging her arms, still in her nightshirt, squeezing her eyes shut as she tries to sort through her confused memories. It doesn't help either that she's still stuck in Tiffany's body, which was a weight on her mental reserves as it is.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith knocks and then comes down the stairs, bringing a cloche covered tray and a slight smile. He comes over and sets the tray down on the small night stand he placed there for her and strokes her cheek gently. "There you are," He says softly, touching his lips to her's. "How are you feeling?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers blinks slowly, rubbing her eyes, leaning over to hug him. "Thomas!" she sighs, tiredly, her eyes a bit bloodshot. She looks..Hungry, desperate for something. "Ugh, a little tired, headachy.." she frowns, "Everything feels...Different, washed out. I don't even know what day it is, anymore."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smiles a bit, though he looks her over critically, "I brought something that will help, and before you ask, no I'm not doing it again. Certainly not until you are in your own body. It can be fun sometimes, but so can drugs." He says as he lifts the lid off the tray and reveals waffles... chocolate waffles with whipped cream and strawberries...

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers oohs, peering at the food hungrily. Although she's not really sure if normal human food will sate the primal hunger within her. But after feeding on his blood the other day and leaving scratches..

She shivers, closing her eyes, shaking her head, trying to focus. "Mmm, looks delicious. What's the special occasion?" she grins as she tries a strawberry. It looks like breakfast but she's not even sure what time is is by now.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith raises an eyebrow, looking a little amused, "well there is actually a direct coilation between sweets and spiritual restoration, so after last night I figured you could use it. But that said it's also noteworthy to know that 22 years ago today, Joyce and hank Summers brought a little infant girl home from the hospital."

Deadwatch has posed:
It's strange but Nolan has been to Bludhaven more times in the post few months then in his entire lifetime.. and it's right across the briodge from Gotham. True that he spent 13 years in a new york prison but that is neither here nor there.

And why is he in Bludhaven, crossing the threshold such as it exists, of the Blue Lady?

He doesn't know. And that bother's him. He woke up with a strange impulsion. And he hates impulsions. Especially those he doesn't know the source of.

Yet he finds himself there, having bypassed the security, mortal and techical and supernatural, in ways that even wizards would find disturbing yet he considers second nature. Walking through The Dark and emerging from that otherplace at the top of the stairs that led down to the wine cellar. Bits of black ectoplasmic cling to him and then evaporate as he knocs on the door.

"Candygram!"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smiles and sighs, "Sorry. I...Shouldn't even go there. Stuff is...Still a little confusing but.." She works on the food. Yes, comfort food is always good. "Mmm, these waffles are good..I need to just hire you as a cook for home too!" she laughs weakly, still sitting on her bed, dressed in little more than a nightshirt.

When Nolan makes his sudden unexpected appearance. She blushes profusely. "Oh...Nolan! Uh, I didn't expect you so soon...I mean.." well she did ask him for information about the Red order but..

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith blinks as the strange man he'd met earlier in the month suddonly appears in the wine cellar. He doesn't reach for his Kukri as Buffy doesn't seem to upset about the sudden appearance and because he left it upstairs. "Well? where is the candy then?"

Deadwatch has posed:
Nolan Voight smirks and raises an eyebrow as he studies Buffy a moment, leaning casually against the soorframe. As cassualy as he can what with his crutch-like cane as well. Luckily he is well practiced. I think that nightshirt was meant for your real body, Miss Summers. It doesn't /quite/ provide the housing for the two graf zeppelins you have inherited." he points out, which probably prompts her to rush off to change.

Chuckling, he looks to Thomas and offers the vampire a nod. "How ya doing, Sparkles? I see you've been keeping Little Miss Buffet outta trouble." he says, then ohs, and reaches into his messenger bag and pulls out.. A five pound bag of premium imported gummy bears. "Not sure WHY I got these.." he grumps.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smiles pleasently, tilting his head a bit to the left and saying, "Oh, I'm fine..."He watches Buffy's quick retreat before adding conversationally, "But if you ever say something that disrespectful to my lover again, regardless of what body she is in, I will rip out your throat and piss down the gaping wound. Do we understand each other?"

Deadwatch has posed:
Nolan Voight rolls his eyes. "And she is, like, totally respectful ever single moment." he says, not looking actually frightened in the least as he strolls around the room, looking at bottles. "It's why I like her. Rebellious AND honest. It a rarer combination then you may realize. most rebels are anything but honest with themselves." he says as he pulls a bootle out and carefully examines. "Let me guess, the thicker the dust, the more it's worth?" he asks. He is not a wine connesoeir, after all."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith tilts his head, but obviously still rather pissed about the remark. "As a general rule of thumb, yes. That bottle in your hand for instance is $500. Though if I were honest it's barely fit for salad dressing. Still people each have their own tastes.

Deadwatch has posed:
And the best part about being psychic is.... Knowing that Thoma is still somewhat pissed! Thougth really one doesn't HAVE to be psychic to know that...

"Maybe, but Oh what a salad dressing it would be." he admits and carefully slides it back in it's slot before looking back at Thomas.

"So.. I just have to ask. You have told her about your own particular sweet tooth, yes?" he asks, just as casually as Thomas's threat.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith gives the other man a long look. "That I feed on human life force, perticularly that generated by lust? That I can increase the feelings of lust in someone to the point they are nearly uncontrollable? Yes I do believe my girlfriend is well aware of that facet of my personality. Or did you mean that I put eight teaspoons of sugar in my tea?"

Deadwatch has posed:
Nolan Voight shakes his head. "No no. I was pretty sure you were honest about those things. You don't come off as the /completely/ dishonest type. No. I mean have you told her about the particular type of confection that got you all started. A particular.. Kandy Kane?" he asks.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith moves with an unholy speed, reaching out to grab Nolan about his throat, lift him completely off his feetand slam him back agienst the heavy wooden door of the wine cellar. His eyes having gone silver white and furious. "What the hell do you know about Kandi Kane?" he asks in a snarl and fury that makes him look like a fallen angel just risen from the Pit.

Deadwatch has posed:
He may have magic. He may be psychic. But Nolan /is/ human. And a crippled one at that. He has no time to get out of the way of Thomas. In fact, he doesn't even try. He drops his crutch-cane as he is lifted with ease (even more ease since he is lighter than he appears) and slammed against the door, his own eyes, mismatched in color, staring into the glowinfg white orbs. The black pupils starting to bleed into the iris.. then into the sclera. And while he gasps, both in pain and for breath..

There is no fear.

He wraps his good hand around Thomas's wrist and forces out three words. "Not... Your... FAULT."