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Crazy Jane	It's evening in Sunnydale. Still, just about, light. This is an important detail; it's not that the streets empty out at night, but there is a noticeable shift in the demographic. There are of course those for whom sunset is the start of the day, but they are a minority. It's more that people are a little more cautious and a little more alert. In general a little younger, and a little braver, or at least more eager to be out enjoying themselves despite the risks.     It's a warm evening, so even those people who prefer to be indoors when the sun disappears are pushing it to the limits. The streets are pretty busy, and the cafes, bars, clubs and restaurants are buzzing. The shops, mostly, are closed.     Despite the clearly closed look of Ethan's Costume Shop, a woman is standing at the door waiting. Not looking through the windows at the costumes as some might, if they were bored and waiting for a date to turn up, but looking through the doorway as if expecting the proprieter to suddenly decide that this is a good time to open his store. She has been there a while.     The woman's age is a little tricky to guess, but perhaps late 20s. She's dressed on the younger side, but there's an air of greater age to her features, perhaps the eyes that look like they've seen more than they should. She's dresse d rather scruffily, which stands out a bit at a time when a lot of people are dressed to go out for the evening. It's not that she isn't clean - her clothes are spotless - but she clearly takes casual to the nth degree, and seems to have forgotten to brush her hair.
Daniel Osborn	It's not uncommon for Oz to be out in the evening. After all, he's fully aware of, and even combats the risks that anyone might take going out at night in this neighborhood. He's going for a stroll, looking casual himself, everything about him saying chill and easy going right about now, but he happens to pass the costume shop. He notices a woman standing there but doesn't give it much thought. Until his brain kicks into gear when he's almost to the next door and he turns back, his eyes going to the closed sign of the costume shop, then back to the woman standing there. "Um, excuse me, ma'am?" he asks, approaching her. "This shop is closed. May I, um, ask why you're standing here? You look like you're waiting for the shop to open, and I'm afraid you'll be here all night in that case."
Crazy Jane	Jane (for it is she) turns her head to Oz, and stares at him with a look of confusion, apparently taken by surprise that there would be anyone else in the busy street, let alone anyone addressing her. "Me?" She asks. She turns away from him, staring intently through the glass of the door. "I can see it's closed. There's a sign." She raises a finger to point helpfully at the sign in the door.     "I'm standing here so that I can see if it's going to do anything," she says as she takes a half step back, shuffling her feet and crossing her arms. She seems to be getting comfortable - perhaps she is quite prepared to wait all night. "There's something odd about this shop, but I don't know what it is."
Daniel Osborn	Oz looks at her, clearly confused. He stares at her for a moment, mouth opening, closing, and then, finally, "um, okay then...it's a costume shop, what makes you think there's something odd about it? I wouldn't stay out here all night, people who do that tend to...disappear." He still looks quite confused, clearly completely baffled as to who would want to stand at the door of a costume shop all night long.
Crazy Jane	Jane waves away Oz's concerns with a hand, still staring intently through the glass in the doorway. "I'll be fine. I don't usually disappear unless I mean to." She seems briefly to forget he is there, and gives him almost a startled look a few moments later when she notices him standing beside her. "Oh. What makes me think there's something odd? I saw it in a painting. It was very gloomy. That's always a bad sign. Also the dummies..." She gestures with a hand to the window, then suddenly as if something has occured to her, takes a step to the side to study the window display. She nods slowly, apparently satisfied, and turns back to Oz. "In the painting, I could see it was a costume shop. Because it said so. But the dummies were wearing normal clothes. It didn't make sense. So I looked up the name of the shop and found it."
Daniel Osborn	Nope, Oz definitely wasn't confused before. At least, not compared to now. This time, he really has no words, simply staring at her, his mouth opening and closing. This is not normal, oz has been broken. Finally, he managed a word. "What?" This girl is definitely out of her mind.
Crazy Jane	Jane turns to Oz with a faint smile on her face. She was prepared to wait a while, so she has the patience to explain things carefully. "I saw this shop in a painting that I... someone I know paints paintings. This shop was in one of them. Following me so far? It's rare that anything she paints is... just a thing. Nothing is random. If this shop appeared in one of her paintings, then it means something. I came to find out what, in case it was something bad." She speaks slowly, almost as if she's explaining something to a child.     She turns back to face the doorway with a shake of her head. "Of course it might be that nothing's going to happen tonight. I wasn't in the painting, so I'm not sure that I'll be there when... whatever it is that made it an interesting subject actually happens. That's the problem with art. It's very non-specific."
Daniel Osborn	Oz listens, nodding slowly. "Well, that makes more sense," he says. "Art is a wonderful thing, though. But, paintings that predict the future, now, that's new." He's not even sure what to think of that, but it certainly wouldn't be the craziest thing he'd ever seen. "Is the painter a demon or a witch, by any chance?" he asks, as if this were a completely normal question.
Crazy Jane	"A demon or a witch? What an odd question." Jane reaches into the pocket of her jacket and pulls out a packet of gum, taking some for herself and offering the packet to Oz. "Why would a demon or a witch want to paint paintings? They probably have demon things or witch things to do." She tilts her head thoughtfully. "I'm not sure if I've ever met a /real/ demon or a /real/ witch. I've heard they do exist, but who knows. Maybe they just /think/ they are demons or witches? Did you ever consider that?"     Jane puts a hand on the door, pushing it experimentally. "Do you think they have an alarm? I kinda want to go inside, but I'm worried they have an alarm."
Daniel Osborn	"I dated a witch for 2 years," Oz says, taking a piece of gum from the packet and unwrapping it. He pops it into his mouth, chewing contemplatively. "She's still one of my best friends. I've met demons before as well." He doesn't elaborate, but when Jane asks if there's an alarm, he nods, almost certain there is an alarm. Or, even if there wasn't, that she'd be doing something pretty damn illegal. Yeah, best to probably not go in there.
Crazy Jane	Jane gives a nod of her head, jaws starting to chew automatically. "Maybe it's just on the door and windows though. Then it would be okay if I don't break them. Dated a witch?" She looks back at him speculatively. "What did she look like? Ancient ugly old hags don't seem like your type." She gives a sudden shake of the head. "Sorry, I shouldn't judge. If that's your thing, that's cool."     Cupping her hands to the window in the door to block the reflections, Jane peers into the gloomy interior. "I don't see any motion detectors. There's a camera. Maybe it's just the door. Most shops just put alarms on the doors, right? Or am I just making that up, because I want it to be true? I should go inside. Just to see if anything happens."
Daniel Osborn	Oz takes out his phone, tapping at the screen for a moment before he brings up a picture of Willow Rosenberg, which he holds up. "This is her," he says. He doesn't point ou that she doesn't look like an ugly old hag, because that would be stating the obvious. "You're really not gonna let this go are you?" he asks, in reference to the shop. Okay, fine, if she goes inside he's not sticking around for when the cops show up.
Crazy Jane	"I have a phone too," Jane says very randomly as she looks at the photo of Willow. "I mean. I always forget about it. Left it at home. I should remember to take it with me. She's cute. I know a witch too, kinda. I mean I guess she's some sort of witch. Doesn't look anything like your ex though. " She points at the screen. "This one looks smaller. And less blue. I can't see her fingernails, but I'm guessing they are a lot shorter."     Jane's head does a kind of slow swooping turn back to the door. "If it's motion sensitive, I could go inside and stand /very very still/. Then it wouldn't matter, right? It wouldn't go off if I'm not moving." She turns back to him, eyebrows raising questioningly. "That makes sense, doesn't it?" There's almost a note of pleading in her voice, as if she's asking for permission.
Daniel Osborn	Oz swipes away the photo, locking his phone and slipping it back in his pocket with a shrug. "I...I can't give you permission to go in there," he says. "It's not my shop. But I'm not sticking around to defend you from the cops if you do go in there and get caught, you're on your own there."
Crazy Jane	Jane's face falls a little. She seems almost distressed by Oz's response. "Oh... no, you don't understand. I'm not talking about getting in trouble with the cops. That's the whole point! I can be very still and very quiet, just like a mouse. That way the motion sensors won't go off. So the cops won't come! And I'll be able to see if there's anything suspicious inside. Please don't worry! I promise I won't get you into any trouble. "     As a weird sort of punctuation to this outburst, she attempts to blow a bubble. It's not the right kind of gum for blowing bubbles with, and it only gets to about an inch across before it bursts. Jane scrapes the burst bubble of her lips and back into her mouth hastily, blushing slightly. "I'm going to go in."     Jane vanishes.     There is no puff of smoke, no flashy lights, no Star Trek teleportation effects. One moment she was there, the next she is not.     She's inside the shop. Very slowly and cautiously, she raises her finger to her lips, making a 'shhh' gesture towards Oz. She slowly turns her head from side to side, looking around the interior.     Jane's back outside again, standing next to Oz. She gives a rather girlish giggle and swings her arms, grinning at him as she chews her gum. "See! No alarms."
Daniel Osborn	Oz's eyes widen a little. Again not the strangest thing he's seen, but definitely starting to get up there. "How did you do that?" he asks, clearly confused. But, well, she was right, no alarms, and he definitely looks relieved.
Crazy Jane	Jane's eyes widen too, and she holds her hands out flat, waving them from side to side, an almost comic gesture of denial. "I didn't do anything!" she proclaims, as if Oz's question was an accusation. "I didn't break in or anything. You saw! I didn't even touch anything. Except the floor. You can't blame me for that, it's not like I could walk on the ceiling or something! Anyway, even if I could, then I'd be touching the ceiling so it comes to the same thing. I just flitted inside, took a quick look, and flitted out again. That's okay isn't it?"     She looks really hopeful he'll say yes. "I /needed/ to," Jane wheedles. "I needed to make sure there wasn't something bad inside. But if there is, well. I didn't see anything. So maybe it isn't there yet. Do you leave around here? You should definitely keep an eye on this store. Never know what it's going to do."
Daniel Osborn	Oz looks really confused. "No no, I wasn't accusing you, I meant...the whole...vanishing act thing. How'd you just disappear and appear somewhere else?" he half shrugs, not sure if he'll actually get an answer out of that one, not with this girl. "Don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong." Technically she did, but he's not going to get into that, it might be a little difficult at this point, what a strange person. "I live in this neighborhood, yeah. I'll keep an eye on the shop for you."
Crazy Jane	Jane blinks a couple of times, and smiles a small smile at Oz. "Thanks. 'Cos you're right. I can't stand around here all night in case something happens. Especially as nothing might happen for days, or weeks, or months. Or /years/. I dunno. But it makes me feel better to know someone's keeping an eye on things."     She glances away down the street, then down at the ground, then her shoulders rise and fall in an exaggerated shrug. "I dunno. I mean how I do it. I just can. If you think about it though, you could just as well ask, how comes other people can't? I'm sure there's things you can do that I can't, though. Everyone has a talent, right?"
Daniel Osborn	Oz considers, nodding slightly. Perhaps she's right, after all, he's pretty sure she can't transform into a wolf. he's also pretty sure she won't lose her mind and stuff, of course..if he only knew how wrong he was about that second part. "Well, I mean...I suppose that makes sense," he says. "I guess it's what makes us unique."
Crazy Jane	"That's right!" Jane says, obviously pleased with Oz's reply. "Everyone should be unique. Things would be pretty boring if everyone was the same." She gives one last glance at the shop before turning away from it and looking around at the street. "My name's Flit by the way. Thanks for your help. So, where is this please? Somewhere in Bludhaven, right? I uh... I kind of wasn't paying attention when I came here."     Jane tilts her head thoughtfully to the side, then turns to look at Oz. "Hey, do you know somewhere around here that's good to get a drink? I mean you know, proper drink. Beer or something. I haven't had a drink in ages. Don't get out much."
Daniel Osborn	"Oz," Oz responds once he gets a name. "This is Sunnydale, neighborhood in the suburb of Avalon, which is a suburb of Bludhaven." he strokes his chin. "P3 is a good place to get a drink, that's in um..." He pauses, thinking. "Avalon Heights," he says. "I think. Good place to get a drink. I should now..." He doesn't mention the shenanigans he got up to last time he was there, also known as getting completely and utterly hammered.
Crazy Jane	"Sunnydale?" Jane asks dubiously. "It's not very sunny." She looks up at the darkening sky. "Oh. Probably 'cos it's evening, right? I didn't think of that. I guess even a place called Sunnydale can't be sunny at night. I mean can you imagine if they changed the name to 'Moondale' every night? They'd have to change all the signs and maps and things twice a day. Waaaay too much effort. Can't hold that against them. Did you know that 'Avalon' means 'island of apples'? I think that's pretty neat, but I don't see any orchards. Maybe they are up on the heights. Or maybe they aren't there any more. Or maybe they just named it after another place, and there never where any apples here. What do you think?"     Jane, or Flit as she called herself, tilts her head to the side and waits about half a second for Oz to answer before she starts talking again. "You know, all this talking about apples makes me think I want cider, not beer. You know, hard cider. Like, English cider. They have good cider in England. " Jane vanishes again. This time she doesn't appear inside the store, she appears to have gone.     Jane reappears, looking disappointed. "Shoot, I forgot about time differences. It's like three AM there or something, everything was closed..."     Again, Jane vanishes.     ...And reappears. "Oh. Thanks Oz, it was nice meeting you!" She beams a big smile at him before disappearing for the final time.
Daniel Osborn	"Yeah, there's no..." He's interrupted. "How are you gonna get to England..." Answered for him, apparently. "Yes, it's 3 AM, of course..." Gone again. "Can I at least..." Nope. "It was nice to meet..." Can't even get that in. He just stares at the spot where she was before and gapes. He doesn't even say he has no words, that's how many words he has for what just happened. ZERO. He decides to put that behind him and hope he either meets her again or doesn't as he resumes walking the way he'd been going originally.