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"Look," he begins, "not that I expect I'd find this convincing in your position, but -" and then the ground shimmers under them and half a second after that it's not there at all.
They fall.
The ground they hit instead is cold and muddy. The stars are exceptionally bright, and close overhead.
" - what?" says Ryan.
Alex doesn't answer him. Alex is looking out into the darkness, horrified.
It's usually not this bad. I have murdered a lot of innocent people and it's still really usually not this bad.
I am - kind of simultaneously expecting that my story has kind of wrapped up now and that dramatic things are just going to continue happening to me all the time until I die, I think. At this point.
How about things keep happening but once we've had a bit of recovery time, and also you don't die.
I'm not optimistic about following this plan, but I'm not gonna, like, object to it.
Well, at some point we'll figure out how to send you home, and then that'll be things happening.
I guess. I kinda just wanna watch Star Trek episodes for a week. Or five.
Also you owe me cookies. I don't know how many but it's some very large integer.
Only proper cookies from after refined sugar has been invented? Because I can probably do some starter cookies here.
He puts together some fairly adequate cookies. Elves spread out across the plains and plant things and sing lots of songs. They teach her the songs for depression.
Karen is great at lots of things, but singing isn't one of them. She is kind of mediocre at singing.
Then she will not be able to make the songs work herself.
Well. Can't have all the powers.
She still kind of feels like trash, but she gets a little calmer and a little less unable to make herself take basic actions.
He goes to some lengths to make the cookies work. No chocolate, though.
"They think they're close. On sending us home. Then you can get recordings of the songs, get the balance that works for you."
"It'll be okay. We'll leave Sunnydale, live somewhere boring until the immortality's sorted.- take in foster kids, or something."
It takes them another four months to figure out how to send them home. Ryan's back by then. The fleet Alex sent south looking for chocolate for his cookies isn't.
(Karen is not super sure that chocolate is worth this much effort. She's actually kind of sure it's not. But if Alex is, like, really really really sure it's not a pain.)
She continues not doing very much for four months. She gets Wishbone to tell her stories she hasn't read and manages to write a few of her own to the endings. She more or less keeps being a hermit.
And then one day it's all sorted.
"I guess given precedent there's a chance this will send you somewhere else entirely, even though it shouldn't, so you probably want to pack as if it will."
"Yeah. Stuff just kinda happens to us."
She packs the important bits of her notes and stories and a bunch of equipment might be a good idea to have regardless of where they end up.
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