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It is with a heavy heart that I inform you all that due to significant personal issues; I will be departing from this site. I regret to say goodbye to so many whom I have come to regard as friends and feel terrible about putting you all in the awful predicament of having to recast my parts. To those whom will be inconvenienced by this, I offer my apologies and hope for your understanding.
Again, I want to apologize for the abruptness of this action and hope for your understanding. Thank you all for providing me with a warm and friendly environment within which I was able to write freely and imaginatively about a show that will always live in my heart. I will always hold Fanatics and its members in the highest esteem, thank you all for the memories.
Aww, we're going to miss you, Emmy *hugs* Good luck with everything and I hope you'll come back in the grey future, even if it's just lurking. I always enjoyed playing with you.
The only "ism" Hollywood believes in is plagiarism.
- Dorothy Parker
Ok... I am back on Net YAY... so have to get to posting... I promise I'll have posts out by the end of the weekend..
NightshadeIsis: Sweetie, as far as I know your post shouldn't have been deleted at all. For one, I can't do that and for two, I never saw a post for them on here.
OOC: I don't have lots of posts written..... things have been hectic, law wise.... won't get into details.... but here's what I have ready....
~Willow~
"A few things", Angel answers my question. "Don't you feel it? Things are definately different... but what?"
The man called Zeus replies as I look over, "That was Quixote. She's a friend of mine. She's always like that. She never tells as much as she knows." He turns toward the girl Moon and explains, "She's the one I told you about. The one that went off with the woman who's apparently brought us all here."
"Woman? What woman?" Xander asks and I can't help but remember the woman I'd seen as well.
"She didn't tell me her name." Zeus replies, "She said she brought me here to help me, but we're hundreds of miles from my home. As for Quixote's riddles -- I'm guessing she wants us to go to the distribution center. There's certain to be something there of interest if she's sending us that way."
"What is this distribution center?" I question, unable to understand what he might mean, but knowing that if that's what he thought and he had more knowledge of who that strange girl was, I certainly would take things into consideration. "Whatever it is, I think it would be wise to locate it and make our way there," I glance at Angel, "Don't you agree?" He may have turned on us when he lost his soul, but when he had a soul I'd had no reason not to trust him. He wasn't like the other blood suckers.
"As to what I feel, it's almost extra-planar.. I think that's the best way to explain it." There was a sense of living magic in the air, as though the essence was everywhere and anywhere, and part of me feared what would happen if I could tap into it. What would I end up doing and becoming if I did so?"
"That was Quixote. She's a friend of mine." That kid Zeus says drawing my attention. "She's always like that. She never tells as much as she knows." Oh that's just peachy, the seemingly only person that knows whats going on and she has a great affinity for riddles. ."She's the one I told you about. The one that went off with the woman who's apparently brought us all here."
"Woman? What woman?" Xander says voicing my own thoughts.
"She didn't tell me her name.", Zeus continues. "She said she brought me here to help me, but we're hundreds of miles from my home. As for Quixote's riddles -- I'm guessing she wants us to go to the distribution center. There's certain to be something there of interest if she's sending us that way."
"Do you remember a woman?", Xander asks me with a questioning look.
"No", I shake my head negativly. "I woke up here in my room upstairs and came down to...Check on something" I say veguely.
What is this distribution center?" willow asks drawing our attention. "Whatever it is, I think it would be wise to locate it and make our way there," willow looks to me. "Don't you agree?"
"As to what I feel, it's almost extra-planar.. I think that's the best way to explain it."
I nod curtly in understanding. "Agreed", I answer going to the weapons cabinet and grabing my swords sheeth. It may seem over-zealious, but I want to be prepared. I havent lived as long as I have by going off half cocked. "I don't like this, but untill we know the game we have to play by 'her' rules", I say looking at each one of them questioningly
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ooc: ok it sucks but at least its something[/i]
"What is this distribution center?" willow asks and I feel my eyebrow rise in question. "Whatever it is, I think it would be wise to locate it and make our way there. Don't you agree?" she says, asking Angel.
I'm a bit bewildered so before I can answer, she starts a different explanation. "As to what I feel, it's almost extra-planar.. I think that's the best way to explain it."
Angel agrees curtly, as he gets a sword from the case in the lobby. "I don't like this, but untill we know the game we have to play by 'her' rules."
"So it seems," I say. I presume he's talking about the woman who brought us, not Quixote, but in this case, I guess either is the same. I turn to Willow and try to address her earlier question. "The distribution center is what Quixote said. A center of commerce, a store, a market, a Mall, a place to exchange goods..." I trail off as I start to see looks of recognition from the others. "I think I saw one down the street before I came in here," I say, gesturing towards the left of the lobby, indicating that direction up the street.
I regret to say goodbye to so many whom I have come to regard as friends and feel terrible about putting you all in the awful predicament of having to recast my parts. To those whom will be inconvenienced by this, I offer my apologies and hope for your understanding. 
