gement | Buffy / Cthulhu dream

Not like that, you sick freaks.

To start with, the local research squad was living in a trailer home and would eat ramen out of a communal bowl over the books (bleh, mashed ramen on ancient texts of eville). The local squad seemed to consist of Riley and possible Pike from the movie. The two of them would run around whooping like movie yokels every time something exciting happened.

They had three Ry'lehan books, which they seemed to have survived out of complete disrespect. We were not so lucky. I browsed them first, and got quite creeped out as I was informed of the plot ahead of us. As I read, the wind began to howl and a man made of fungus started developing on the back of the door. I knew we didn't want him to start walking, but did I tell anyone to nip it in the bud or throw disinfectant on it? Nooo. Anyway, I was reading worse than that.

So the main gang finally caught up with me, and with a few exclamations of shock and distaste at their treatment, Giles/

cristoforio took over the reading. (The classic RP advice of burn the books! had not occurred to any of us.) The wind picked up. He could tell we were running out of time and looked to me for a summary (the only line which is crystal clear in my head.)

Giles: "Can you sum up the plot?"
Me: "Um, let's see. Massive evil rises from beneath, we're all going to die..."
Giles (exasparated): "Never mind that. Can you sum up the variants to the plot?"
Me: "Oh. Right. Um, fungus man over there will get nasty, the Bad is more... Saurony than Ry'leh usually turns out, and, oh, we need to be careful not to let Cowboy Guy here get blown away when we try to stick together."

Yes, I was pointing at Riley when I said Cowboy Guy. Thank you for that completely pointless in-joke, brain. It really summed up this whole experience. (There were no appearances by the Cheese Man.)

Giles needed a little more time with the books, but the wind was about to blow the trailer into rubble. So, we were all going to head out into the howling storm holding hands which, unless something changed, was going to get Riley separated from the group. We had to find a way to carry the books, and the Slayer needed her hands free.

I had a bright idea. I had the Slayer hold down the books while I implemented it, so they wouldn't escape. Then I put on my leather jacket, which is the good biker kind with lots of extra room underneath. Last, wishing I were wearing more layers (preferably of lead), I tucked the books in my waistband, outside my t-shirt and under the jacket, and I linked hands.

I can still feel the weight of those terrible molding books. I was afraid they would give me cancer or something, keeping them that close to my body. I can feel the Slayer's cool hand in my left. I don't remember who was on my right. I remember Cowboy Guy kicking out the door, and the wind ripping away our breath.

And that's the last thing I remember.

I think I'm under a little stress and that I need my trailer, I mean room, to be cleaner. What do you think?

Off to the bus I go I go.