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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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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."

"Oh, wow," Rikku shook her head. "But that's ... I mean. It's worse for him, isn't it?"

And she sighed. "Yeah. I'm really, really ticked at him for it? And I'm also going, why wouldn't he ... say something? You know? There had to be another way. We could have found one. And Yunie just ... she had no idea and she just ..."

"For him? I don't know. I...I don't really think about it," she admitted, because the idea of Spike burning alive really didn't help her sleep at night.

"Maybe he didn't want you to stop him and he knew that you would if you knew what he was going to do? Not that makes it any better...."

Oh, wow, Rikku recognizes that look. Crap. This time it's her hand on Dawn's shoulder. "Whoa, sorry, I shouldn't have asked that. I'm sure it ... was okay, you know?"

She nodded. "Yeah. And I know why he did it. But I still feel like ... he had no right. And like I kinda failed, I guess."

"You didn't fail, though, wow, I am big with the understanding," though even Dawn knew that if she'd been fighting with Spike and the slayers that things would have ended very differently (probably with more dead slayers, still-dead Spike, and dead Dawn).

"It's okay to be mad at him, y'know," Dawn said. Or at least she hoped it was true--she still got mad at Buffy occasionally.

Rikku nodded. "I know, I guess, I just ... it sure feels like it. And wow, if I saw him right now, I think I'd suckerpunch him and yell. You know, then hug him to death."

She bit her bottom lip. "Are you mad at ... Spike?"

"Sometimes," she admitted, "but mostly I just miss him."

Rikku thought for a minute, then nodded. She was tempted to hug Dawn but didn't want to make her feel awkward. Some people weren't the hug type.

"We should form a club or something. 'I Saved the World (And All I Got Was This Stupid T-Shirt)."

"You got a t-shirt?" Dawn was all kinds of jealous.

Rikku shook her head. "No, uh, that's what I was hoping the club would be for. We could make some."

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