The Deck [Tuesday, Afternoon]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy definitely still wasn't going to be going out of her way to be sociable. Like she ever did. But she was at least out on the deck, ignoring her problems in public with a bottle of water, rather that privately with a bottle of something stronger.

Something that got said to her must've stuck. At least for now.

Looking a little better than she had been, if still not well, she was stretched out on a lounger, headphones in, preoccupied in watching the clouds since there was quite a few of them spread across the sky today. Didn't have any workshops until tomorrow. So, relaxing. Or trying to. Not finding it particularly easy, and she needed all of that she could get at the moment, she really did.

[[Open deck, relatively sane Effy.]]

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[notagoodslayer.livejournal.com]

Hey look! One of the smurfs she taught.

This one looked particularly...bitey, but that rarely stopped Faith from doing anything.

"Don't tell me", said as she stopped next to Effy, head cocked up to look at the sky. "That one looks like a giraffe...with wings." It actually did, and Faith was sure she hadn't spiked her drinks lately.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy glanced over her shoulder for the voice as she tugged her earbuds out. "Thought they were claws," she said. Still had creepy on the brain, that wasn't about to change any time soon.

"Wings sounds nicer."

[notagoodslayer.livejournal.com]

Faith stared at the cloud for a little longer. Yep, she could see the claws. "Huh, I guess they could be..."

"Nicer, sure; claws are way more badass, and not as overrated."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Bit less flashy, less cutesy." Somehow wings had a bit of a softening effect on most things. With a few exceptions, obviously.

"Hear feathers are a right pain when you molt." Thanks Warren, for that little tidbit.

[notagoodslayer.livejournal.com]

Wings were cute and all that jazz, while claws? Not so much. Now wings with claws...that couldn't be good. Winged giraffes were sort of a safe idea, though.

Faith spared an inquisitive glance at the girl for a second. She knew there was a winged dude somewhere on the island. "Sucks to have wings then?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shrugged. "Suppose it depends what you're into," she allowed. "Wouldn't be my superpower of choice." It had a few too many downsides, from what she could see.

[notagoodslayer.livejournal.com]

Faith nodded as she took a sit on the deck. Fuck chairs.

"Not mine either; too easy to aim and shoot at a couple of big, shiny wings." Without mentioning they molted, which sounded way too gross for her tastes.

"What would you choose then?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Invisibility," she said thoughtfully. It was between that and telepathy, and honestly even she thought having any more chatter in her head would work out badly.

She cocked her head at Faith. "You?"

[notagoodslayer.livejournal.com]

A moment of hesitation. "Besides the ones I already have?...Tough one." Funny fact about Slayers, with all the fuzz of actually being the Slayer didn't leave much time for them to fantasize about super powers- But it was a valid question.

"Actually, invisibility is a pretty good choice." She had wished to be invisible one too many times after all. "For all the fighting, it would be nice to fade in the background sometimes eh?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Interesting what you see, when people don't know you're there," she noted, an idle smirk growing on her face. "Can be quite a surprise." People didn't much like it, but Effy didn't really care.

[notagoodslayer.livejournal.com]

"As interesting as what people do and say when they think you are not there." Or that you aren't who you say you are, Faith knew of both cases. "A pretty shitty way of learning what others think about you though. I've always preferred to get insulted in my face."

[sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com]

Puck wandered out, eyeing her. "Are you trying to tan?" he wondered. "Aren't you like, British?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Doesn't mean I can't try." It didn't really work all that well, but-- Whatever. She was out. That was the point.

"Miracles, right?"

[sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com]

"As long as you don't burn. Not that I don't think you'd look cute in pink and all," Puck offered, "but you know."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'll try not to," she promised, a tic of a smirk pulling at her lips. "Wouldn't want to have to hide my lobster colour self until it calmed down," she said like she hadn't at all spent the best part of the last week avoiding everyone anyway. There was a hint of amusement in her tone at the irony.

[sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com]

"Seems like you've been hiding anyway," Puck noted, flopping into a chair. "Or maybe you turned invisible. Haven't seen you for a minute."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Am good at not being noticed when I want to be." Which was true, but-- "It's... been one of those weeks." Learning to be a little less cryptic. Very little. Still growth, though.

[sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com]

He looked at her, frowning a little. "Did -- I didn't see you where I was, when I ended up in Fucked-up Radiation Land. Were you here?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy twisted her lips in a particular dislike of the answer she had to give. "Nope." Wished she had been, though. "Fucked-up somewhere else."

She fiddled idly with her iPod, winding the headphone wire around her fingers. "Not my idea of a weekend break."

[sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com]

He smiled a little -- not the usual cocky grin he flashed her way, but something smaller, more sympathetic. "I'm sorry. It blew where we were, too. Though I got to carry around a sweet chainsaw."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Pretty sure that weekend blew wherever you were. People who got to just vanish aside, anyway. She shrugged jerkily, not quite able to bring her usual smooth nonchalance on this particular occasion.

"Chainsaw," she repeated instead, glancing across at him. Well that sounded... macho. "Can't believe I missed that. Least you've got a bright side."

[sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com]

"I didn't use it, but it was pretty awesome," Puck sighed. "But there was some scary shit where we were. Can't imagine things were much better for you."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Her eyes very briefly strayed to the paling scratches on her arms, and she shook her head. "Probably not," she agreed, a little distant as she slipped back into her own thoughts for a moment.

It took a couple more before she yanked herself firmly back into the present with an inhaled breath. "Didn't even get a neat chainsaw." Not that she'd have been much good with one anyway. Still trying not to think of that weekend at all, as much as she could help it. "How shit is that?"

[sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com]

He smiled a little, watching her. "You were probably pretty badass just on your own," he offered.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

A little smirk graced her lips again. "Got boots made for kicking the crap out of things," she told him. Benefits of her chosen style.

"So. Like to think I'm that already." Not everyone agreed. The few people who really knew her, anyway.

[sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com]

"I would put money on you in a fight against pretty much anyone," Puck agreed, nodding.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Aw, only 'pretty much'?" He was probably being overly generous even on that. Effy wasn't exactly built for fights, unless it was one of wills. But hey, she'd try for whatever she could get.