Don't Be a Brat, Slinky. That's My Profession.

Hey! Kennedy here. You know what to do, right? Leave your message and the digits and I'll get back to you, although guys? Don't hold your breath, 'kay?

Yeah.

Later!

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Characters as follows:
brat_intraining - Kennedy, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (precanon, mid-S5)
weetuskenraider - Tahiri Veila, Star Wars Expanded Universe (NJO Era)
ancientbschamp - Gabrielle, Xena: Warrior Princess (mid-S2)
batwaffles - Stephanie Brown (Robin IV), DC Comics
laceycantlie - Lacey Burrows, Corner Gas (mid-S2)
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thismaskiwear - Katina Choovanski (Katchoo), Terry Moore's Strangers in Paradise (mid-volume 2, heavily modified)
time_flyer_5 - Jennifer Scotts, Power Rangers Time Force (post-canon)
cantgetnorelief - Samuel T. Anders, Battlestar Galactica (2003) (pre-canon)

When Kennedy showed up this morning, it was in sweatpants. She had not been wearing sweatpants when she left home to catch her portal, it should be noted; that development came after the encounter with a particularly oozy ichor-spewing demon on her way to the subway station.

It didn't seem to dampen her spirits much, though, and why would it? She was comfortable, and they were pretty warm.

Her office door was open, her laptop was on, and she was emailing back and forth with Willow at a pretty fast pace, trying to work out some details for the Danger Shop progamming for the next couple of weeks of class.

Also snacking on a granola bar, because there'd been a box of them on her desk when she came in.

[OOC: Open office is open! IDEK.]

The week of vacation had been nice, but you know, what really had Kennedy in a good mood today was the fact that Willow had gotten back from her trip last night, and --

Yeah, someone had been lucky enough to not have any nightmares to deal with last night, and looked tired but cheerful anyway. Hey, she'd just come back from a pretty vamp-heavy patrol, Willow'd still had a bit of a buzz going but not in a shitty drug metaphor way kthx from the magic-y trip home, it had been a whole thing.

Anyway.

She was in her office, fine-tuning this week's lesson plan. Also, trying to come up with a contingency or two in case Fandom threw some more unexpected weird their way, because Fandom. In the meantime, the most random Spotify playlist ever was going on her laptop, and given that it seemed to careen from show tunes to video game soundtracks to bagpipe reels, she was going to assume that -- oh. Yeah. Of course Andrew had curated this one.

Kept her awake, anyway, so it was mostly of the good?

[OOC: Door/post open! Not saying that's what my Spotify playlist looks like, buuuut.]

Was it bad that Kennedy fully intended to conduct business for her other job -- and other other job -- on a regular basis when she had office hours here? Maybe, but she was kind of a perpetually busy person these days and honestly loving it, so she'd just multitask here, no qualms about it.

So that meant in between bouts of refining lesson plans for this week's class and figuring out what Danger Shop elements she might need help programming, she was using their most recent intel to adjust patrol routes and schedules for the Slayer squads that reported to her and also finalizing a couple of job placements for the girls who wanted nothing to do with the slayage gig.

There was -- not as much coffee involved as you might think, but still a fair amount.

And in between all of that, she was checking her phone and laughing at the text messages she'd been getting from Willow, all of which were various levels of squee. A porg had followed Kennedy all the way from her portal at the causeway up to the school grounds, so of course she'd had to document that extensively in pictorial form and text it to Willow, right? Was there really another valid option there? Nope.

[OOC: Door/post open, although once again with the super-SP caveat.]

So, her portal ended up delayed (someone was going to get yelled at for this later, and she might even drop in a lawsuit threat this time) but at least it let her out in the right place, and so here Kennedy was. Still holding out a faint hope that she'd actually felt drawn here because things had worked out differently in another timeline, and that was what she was going to find out, but one way or another she had to know. Knowing would be some kind of relief, even if it was a messed up one.

She vaguely remembered something like this happening before when she was a student here, at what was a contender for the weirdest high school that wasn't on a Hellmouth. It didn't affect her at the time, though, and she hadn't given it much thought. But now, that was what, almost six years ago for her with timeline funkiness? Six years of occasionally terrifying, sometimes just fucking weird and random tangos with the supernatural? Long enough now to make things blur together a little bit. The complete roll call of everyone who went to Bon Temps with Sookie (no, not that time, the other one, no, the other other one), whether Umbridge's alternate-universe reign of terror had been before or after she graduated, all that.

Anyway, yeah, Kennedy might be kind of iffy on the actual order of events in her high school highlight reel, but some things were harder to forget -- like the weekly Reserves routine that had finally, finally taken her excess energy and her pent-up eagerness to get into it and kick evil's ass and channeled them into something useful. And then hanging out to watch the magic and support types every week? Even if she'd mostly been there to watch Tara do her thing, go figure, it turned out to teach her some useful life skills in the end after all. She was thinking about that as she crossed the causeway and headed into town, one side of her mouth quirked into a faint but thoughtful smile -- close enough to her old habitual cocky smirk, but softened just enough to make her look more mature. Which would probably have a really freaky effect on people who'd known her back then.

With that on her mind, it didn't surprise her that she ended up going into the preserve, and she almost didn't have to try at all to make her way to the old spot where the Magic and Support Reserves used to meet up the most.

She and Tara had met at one of those meetings. She might be fuzzy on details of a lot of memories now, but there was no way she could forget that.

("W-what do you think of this?"

"It's all still pretty unreal to me.")

Hey, was that the same tree she always used to lean up against while she watched during meetings? It looked like it, with that one funky branch sticking out right there, and it might be the wrong time of day for it but when she leaned up against the tree with her arms crossed it even felt familiar. If this had to go the way she suspected it would then maybe... at least she picked a fitting place.

( Tara didn't really want to think about how she was back. )

[[preplayed with the still-awesome life_inshadow, who aids and abets my terribleness. coded with thanks to ana's happy preplay coder. also, "empire of our state" is absolutely my soundtrack for this post. because i love pain.]]

For being officially based in São Paulo, Kennedy somehow managed to find a way to justify spending a lot of time in Rio. (Or Willow found a reason, because they were both pretty incorrigible when they felt like it. They were sometimes a terrible influence on each other.) Sure, sometimes they actually had legitimate reasons, like actual Slayer-type business, or sometimes they just decided they deserved a couple of days off. Besides, Kennedy's family had a penthouse there, and it would be a shame for that to go unused, right?

To be fair, these days they could afford to take a few days off. Which was what they were doing now-- or would be, except Kennedy couldn't keep her mind off work. Great, she was turning into her dad, just with slime and occasional viscera and granulated ex-vampire all over everything.

Willow was still asleep, so Kennedy took a couple of pastries, a cup of coffee, and her laptop out to the balcony so she could work in the early autumn sunlight. For certain values of 'work' that at this point mainly meant picking absently at her apple crumb cake while she filtered through a folder of archived emails and several tabs' worth of various search terms.

She had a list now, a good several dozen names long, of girls they'd tracked down over the last couple of years who had no interest in using their new powers to do the Slayer thing. They'd come to expect that by now; it wasn't like anyone had gotten a vote in the whole thing unless they'd been part of the group in Sunnydale that day. (Kennedy sometimes got into fights with Buffy over this, but her arguments lost weight whenever someone pointed out that she'd been the first one to put her hand up.) It was just that they seemed to deal with these things on a case-by-case basis, and as far as Kennedy was concerned one mess with a newbie Slayer going rogue and using her abilities for mayhem had been more than enough.

The way she saw it, it wasn't that these girls didn't want the super-strength and the rest of the package; none of the ones she'd talked to had objected to that yet. They just weren't so much cool with the demon-fighting and end-of-the-world-stopping, so... what to do with them? That was the question.

She had a couple of ideas; she just needed to get those worked out.

[[so the comics did a thing i actually really like and i'm appropriating it. can be open for calls/emails/texts, though i'm still going to be super flaky today so sp like whoa.]]

Kennedy didn't have any Monday classes this semester, which was never a thing she'd complain about, but today that had bonus benefits-- mostly because it made things slightly less hectic when she got last-minute notice that she'd have a friend coming in for a visit, Wesley. Only slightly less hectic, though. She was used to Willow's freakouts by now, and had expected one due to the near-surprise factor here, but either she wasn't in the loop about something or she'd just misjudged-- she was leaning toward the latter-- because she honestly hadn't expected her girlfriend to get quite as weird and flaily about this as she did.

So it had been a little awkward when he'd showed up, but now that Willow had headed off to class Kennedy and Wesley had been left to their own devices.

"It's a little slow on the demony front this week," she was saying apologetically, sprawled out in an armchair while she scrolled through emails on her phone, "but if you really need to get your nerd on at some point I'm pretty sure we can come up with something."

[[for that former watcher guy!]]

So that was a thing that had happened. And yeah, it was time to get back to her world now, but Kennedy had one imperative thing to do before then.

( In which Kennedy absolutely cannot resist teasing Tara about the interesting night she had. )

[[preplayed with life_inshadow, follows up after this. nfi/nfb, ooc-okay, you know how it goes.]]

Of all the ways Fandom wackiness could have followed Kennedy to South America, she supposed it could have been worse. It had still not exactly been a boatload of fun to have her precious Saturday morning sleep interrupted by a panther jumping on the bed. The ensuing confusion-- look, Kennedy and Willow had been mostly asleep still. Was it really going to go smoothly when a panther appeared (seemingly) out of nowhere, leaped onto the bed, and introduced itself to a Slayer and a witch as a daemon?

Luckily Caedmon (which was his name, as it turned out) wasn't holding it against them; he'd taken it pretty much in stride, actually. He blended in nicely on patrol, too, which was a plus even if it was really weird to... you know, have a panther following her around the cemeteries of São Paulo.

Both of them were brushing bits of dusted vamp off of clothes or fur when they slowed to a halt near a stone bench beneath a lamppost. "Looks like a good place," Caedmon said after sniffing the air, and flopped into the grass.

Kennedy sat down cross-legged, her stake beside her, and sighed as she pulled out her Portuguese textbook. "My thoughts exactly. Big whoop, right?"

Caedmon yawned exaggeratedly, which Kennedy was going to take as an answer. "You do want to pass that test tomorrow, don't you?'

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just let me know if you sniff out any more vamps." She knew this wacky situation wasn't going to last, but why not take advantage of it while she could?

[[an obvious pun is literally the extent of my creativity this weekend. it's sad, really.]]