Nightshift 34: F21-30 Hallway

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[F22]

SHE'D FALLEN ASLEEP?!?

Falis stood in the middle of her room STARING at her roommate's sleeping form. "No, no, no, no! This isn't fucking happening," the bounty hunter growled as her stare turned into a furious glare. "You need to get your ass out of this room tonight."

No response. Senna continued to sleep peacefully, unaware of the blonde with the barely contained rage focused on her. Granted, this was Falis' fault for not making it clear right away that the room was off-limits for the night, but even she didn't fall asleep that fast and that soundly. And certainly not when there was a very dangerous, very angry person practically standing over her.

Fuck.

Falis clenched and unclenched her hands a few times and then whirled around, her temper getting the better of her. She snatched her sword up off the bed and, pivoting, brought it down upon Senna. It was only the realization that her roommate's decapitated corpse laying in the room would probably completely turn Hokuto off that caused the bounty hunter to halt her blade a mere breath away from Senna's head. She stepped back and stared down at her roommate, occassionally raising her sword as if to slash down at the sleeping form again before lowering it.

She eventually started to pace as she waited, frustrated and upset, toeing that line of just letting her rage take her over and killing her roommate. How DARE she fall asleep?!? Falis paused in her pacing to lash out at Senna, only stopping herself partway through the stroke again. She shook her blade at the girl as she trembeled in contained rage.

Why TONIGHT????

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"You think this place is a glamour?" Willow asked, just as confused as Anya was. "But... they usually only last a few minutes." She'd experimented with them once, used them as components of spells, but in her experience, they did not last for very long at all. "I mean... if you're right, then this one is lasting for..." she paused, momentarily at a loss for words. "Whatever period of time it's... lasting for," she finished weakly, once again reminded that no one really seemed to have a solid concept of time in this place. Willow was pretty sure she'd been here for less than a week chronologically, but while it was Halloween the day before she arrived, someone on the bulletin board had figured out that it was currently July.

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"But what if there was a way to carry on an illusion for longer? I mean, time limits on a spell are usually set by the amount of power sustaining it, right?"

Was he on to something here? Angel couldn't even really say for sure, but it was worth a shot. It was the most solid thing he'd gathered since arriving here, at any rate.

"What I'm trying to say is, everything that's happening here, it's defied every law of nature, physics, and time, and the only way that could happen is through a mystical influence. If I'm right, we're trapped inside the field, and if we are, then our way out won't be anywhere in here. It'll be beyond it. And my guess is, this probably extends as far as the town."

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Anya knew where Angel was going with this, and it wasn't into the basement. "Landel made it seem like we can go outside the walls now," she recalled. "But he said it wouldn't do any good. The basement's being guarded by clowns and a thing wearing a pyramid on its head. Clearly, there's something important down there they don't want us to find."

She glanced between the others, trying to find a hole in Angel's logic. "Fine," she sighed eventually. "If you want to. But when we're all eaten by pumas, I get to say I told you so."

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"Well... yeah," Willow answered Angel's first question, trying and failing to think of a way to counter-argue the point. "But that would have to be a lot of power. It's not easy to find such large amounts."

Were they still back in their own world, Willow would have seen the logic of Angel's argument and agreed that it was the only possible way something like this could be pulled off. The one flaw this time was that they weren't in their own world. Their laws didn't apply here. Angel didn't get it because he didn't grow up on the fictional characters that Willow was meeting here every day, in the flesh and completely believing their own worlds were real. There was something much bigger going on here, and Willow still completely believed that the way out lay in the answer to the question of 'why,' not 'how.'

But, she had to admit, Angel did have a point. And right now, it was their only lead.

She sighed as Anya agreed to the expedition. "Okay. But if we don't find anything tonight, then we're trying something else next time."

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"Maybe," Angel said. "Look, I don't know what'll fall through and what won't, but we might as well line our options up and start knocking them down. If this doesn't work--" He glanced at Willow. "Like you said. We try something else and...Anya gets to say I told you so."

He pushed open the door. "Come on."

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