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Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Night

Valentine stood back and proudly admired the pillow fort that he had made out of the couch cushions. He wasn't half bad at making them even when he wasn't insane by way of cupcake, he decided, and he might take up designing sets for himself more often in the future.
The only thing he was really missing right now was a low-fat non-whip soy latte.

And a cast, crew, script and camera.

He'd iron out the kinks later. Nothing could stand in the way of the progress of the magic of the movies!!

(Common room open, as common rooms are! Come in and be a star? We can figure out OCD as we go. ETA: As most of us have gone to bed, slowplay is now the name of the game to finish that movie. OCD is up for the filming itself, and I think we have pretty much all the positions filled. But if you want to show up and gawk, you can totally do just that.)

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"I don't think I could yell Spoooooooooooooooooooooooooork convincingly," Dawn considered, "but Chopsticks could be fun--oooh, there could be a vampire staking."

"Oooh, I like the feathers."

"Ewwww, no. Too much of an RRRrrrrrrr sound going on. Not good for yelling. Not really chopsticks, either. Maybe a staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake of destiny? For the vampirey things!" Rikku considered. "They have vampires here?"

"And oooooh, thanks! I just kinda added them and left them in. My hair never does what I want it to anyway." She blew the bangs out of her face in frustration.

"Oooh, I like that," Dawn nodded, "and they did, but not so much anymore. And what do you want your hair to do?"

"Maybe you've just been upgraded to the STAKE Avenger! Whoa, no, that doesn't have the same flow. Can you switch weapons without changing your name?"

Rikku shrugged a bit awkwardly. "I don't know. It's always in my face, so I kinda clip it up and it falls out and I put little things in it and then it's still always in my face but at least it's interesting then."

"I guess I'm back to the spoon," she sighed, "and I like your hair. It's fun. Mine just does this." She pointed to her head. "Sometimes I can make it curly, but that's it."

"Maybe it's like one of those ... what do they call them? Switz Army Knives? It's a spoon and a stake! You're upgrading! Technology!"

"Ooooh, don't say that! Your hair is really pretty! It's all, like, shiny and stuff." She reached out a hand to it, and then realized that that was probably kinda weird and dropped it. "It looks great. I can't leave mine down, it sticks out like crazy. Trust me."

"Oooh," Dawn said, thinking of computerized stakes. Maybe Willow could come up with something. "Yeah, but you've got style. I have...well, I don't have style."

"Don't be silly! You totally have style. How could the Spoon Avenger not!?" She giggled. "I just have a lot going on, that's all. It's 'cause I like all these colors and feel like wearing them together."

"It's very bright," Dawn said approvingly. "My friend Spike would have loved your look. Very punk."

Rikku giggled. "It is?! Really? I know someone who wears, like, black a lot, kinda like Hamlet does? She looks all dangerous and scary. So cool! I just kinda thought I looked like 'Hey, I wore all kinds of fun stuff this morning!'"

"On the other hand, you may be too cheerful to be a good punk," Dawn snickered, "but I like the color. Too many people rock the all black look. You...stand out."

Rikku laughed. "Are punks kinda like Goths, then? I think I'm too cheerful for that. I don't know, on Lulu it was so ..." She waved, trying to think of a word, "... So amazing, but on me - I don't know. Black's kinda empty. It doesn't shine."

"I think the Al Bhed always stand out. Maybe it's so we can see each other out in the desert." She shrugged. "You do too have style. And your hair is way cooler than mine, seriously."

"Goths are posers," Dawn snorted, having been strongly influenced by a certain vampire, "Punks are rebels and anti-society. They're musicians. Are there lots and lots of you?"

"Hey, Hamlet's not a poser!" Rikku was indignant. "But the punk thing sounds pretty cool. Especially if the music's good."

She considered. "Not, like a lot or anything, but we had our own city, out on Bikanel. There, uh, used to be more of us." She shrugged, looking away for a second.

Dawn hadn't met Hamlet, so she couldn't say one way or the other. "Check out the Sex Pistols and Blondie--the early stuff," as she'd had drummed into her brain.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she recognized the look away, having done it herself when Sunnydale was mentioned. "I stick my foot in my mouth all the time."

Rikku made a mental note of the bands. Maybe she'd ask Jude? Or Chad, the next time she went down to the music store place.

"Oh! No, no, it's fine, really. I'm just - being stupid." She rolled her eyes. "We saved the world, it's just a rough trip. Not gonna help anything feeling bad about it, right?"

"You saved the world too? And yeah, it seems like you should be able to throw a party and not a wake afterwards, doesn't it?"

Rikku stared at the other girl for a second, and closed her eyes and swallowed, hard. "Wow," she said, her voice shaking a bit. "That's, uh. That's kinda it, isn't it? Everyone else gets to party, world's safe, good times, and you ... you're just left with dead friends."

Dawn nodded. "Yeah." And then the ranting started, "And sometimes you want to be really, really mad at the people who are gone and you can't, because they made this big noble sacrifice so that makes them these perfect people now and all you end up doing is missing them, but if they hadn't done what they did, the world be done and you wouldn't be there to miss them and it sucks."

Rikku turned away for a long moment, hugging herself and staring at the walls.

Her voice was low. "Mine was a Tidus. A-and we promised ... we'd take care of Yunie. He loved her and he never told us because ... because we wouldn't have. L-let him. And she watched him die. We watched him die. Just ... fade out like he was never there at all."

She's not crying. Just because a few stray tears roll down your face, that doesn't mean you're crying.

Dawn totally didn't pull a crumpled (clean) tissue from the pocket of her robe and hand it to Rikku, because Rikku wasn't crying. "I'm sorry. My friend Spike? He kinda went out the same way, from what Buffy said. But a big ball of fire, instead of the fading. Did you ever apologize to the guy?"

Rikku didn't take the tissue with an embarrassed little smile and dab at her eyes. Which were utterly tear-free.

"Your friend, the punk? I'm so sorry." She shook her head. "Big ball of fire ... sounds kinda dramatic. Like you get an exit. Apologize ... to Tidus? For letting him die? There wasn't time. It just ... happened." She looked at Dawn strangely. "You ... apologized to Spike?"

"Um, sort of? Mostly for hating him for some stuff before he died--not that he didn't deserve it, because he did, but maybe I didn't forgive him as soon as I could have," Dawn told her, not sure she should hug Rikku or not. "But I meant whether you apologized to Tidus for the stuff you feel guilty about--about not having let him love your friend."

"Not having ..." Rikku looked at Dawn oddly. "I did! I practically hooked them up. I thought - hey, he's not gonna let her die, right? She'll have to stop this stupid pilgrimage."

She replayed the conversation in her head for a few seconds and then facepalmed. "Oh. OH! Sorry, no, I ... that's not what I meant. I mean, I don't think you could have stopped them anyway, it was just, she wandered off all 'I give up' and he's like 'let ME talk to her' and then they spend a freaking hour off in the spring and come back wet and looking all glow-y like that's not obvious or anything." There was a small smile to go with that.

"I meant, he knew. That - that if we saved the world, he'd go away. And he didn't tell us because ... I don't know. Maybe because he's a selfish jerk or maybe because he knew we would have never let that happen and ..." She shook her head. "We didn't know. It was just, oh, hey, guys? Sorry. I'm vaporizing now. Great. Thanks a lot."

"Oh, geez," Dawn patted Rikku on the shoulder. "That sucks even more than what Spike did--he didn't know he was going to go out like that before it happened."

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