April 18th, 2005

tank girl


Heliograph"What?" Dawn looked up in response to a derisive snort from the depths of the broadsheet on the other side of the dining table.

"Remember the night we were coming back from the Holdwurth case and saw the Thai lanterns being released for that wedding?"

How could she forget? Dawn had been covered in what she hoped was demon blood and not some other bodily fluid. The light show had made her night.

"Says here that people reported it as an alien invasion. A Fresgist war party under their noses and they're looking for flying saucers. People really are stupid."


open_on_sundaychallenge #108: news report
Part of the London!verse
tank girl


Reliquary"What do you mean, Spike has an iPod? I don't have an iPod."

Dawn held the phone away from her ear, waiting for her sister to stop ranting. "Are you done?"

Buffy muttered softly to herself before replying. "I bet it's full of punk."

"There's some." Broken down into London and New York subsets. "But there's also Bach, Doris Day and Cream. There's a large selection of audio books on it too." Dawn could hear Buffy making fish noises as she tried to imagine Spike listening to Doris Day. "What? You'd rather he listened to the doof you like?"


myfeetshowitchallenge: spike, dawn, technology