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[X] Plan Sneak & Kill
[X] Plan Sneak & Kill
S4.0E3: Regime Change V
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[X] Plan Sneak & Kill
-[X] Party: Buffy, Jonathon, Skip, Bantha, Nigel, Philip, Angel
-[X] Concealment method: Veil
-[X] Poison control: Pills (& Oxygen tanks)
-[X] Additional Notes: Sneak in fast and have Buffy take down the Great One quickly. A couple oxygen tanks used to take the people who need them close, before popping the pills just before the battle starts. The 'squishier' allies should hang off to the side mostly when the fighting starts, giving light aid but not calling too much attention to themselves. Angel, Skip, and possibly Bantha can hold off reinforcements while Buffy brings her full might to bear against the Great One.
Before they had time to settle on anything else, Buffy's radio activated again, this time alone. Cynthia's voice drifted out. "Mayor Summers, ordinarily I wouldn't interrupt, but you have a call. Angel."
Buffy's eyes narrowed as she picked her radio up to take it. Hopefully it wasn't yet another problem to deal with. "You can put him through."
"Buffy? You're still there?" Angel sounded a little frantic.
"You're gonna have to vague things down a little." Did he know about the whole Mok'tagar thing?
"Doyle got a vision. You and some other people were in a hell dimension, I thought you were trapped," he said.
"That's tomorrow," she said. "Hopefully without the being trapped part."
"Are you sure that's a good idea? Doyle wouldn't have gotten a vision about it if it wasn't dangerous," he responded.
Buffy didn't feel like defending her life choices to Angel right now, so she decided against telling the whole sordid tale. "The Mok'tagar are going to attack Sunnydale soon, so we decided to attack first."
"Into their hell dimension? Wouldn't it be better to fight them on your own turf?" Angel sounded a little whiplashed by all the information.
"They have a huge army and I don't want it in my city," Buffy said. "We're just going after the leader. You know, a decapitation strike. We have his uncle lined up to take his place and everything."
There was a pause from the other side, and she could almost picture troubled look #3 on Angel's face. "Maybe I should come with you? Not that I don't think you can handle it, but with the vision, I just…"
Buffy was tempted to say something sarcastic after he trailed off, but she held it in. She'd just been thinking about how she was going to fill a possible 7th spot on the roster, and whatever else she could say about Angel he was good in a fight. "You're welcome if you want to. We're leaving tomorrow night. Time literally flies there so it shouldn't take long."
"I'll be there," he said.
Things felt awkward. The Harmony situation would make it even worse, especially considering he'd half-predicted it, but she'd bite that bullet tomorrow. "Great."
She was about to hang up, but then he spoke up again. "Wait! Is there some reason you'd all be wearing scuba gear?"
That was news to Buffy, but it didn't sound like the worst idea either. "Yeah, the atmosphere's a little nasty. All part of the plan." At least she could act like she really knew what she was doing.
Buffy felt beat as she whipped her motorcycle into a skidding stop through her driveway. It'd been a long couple days, filled with hasty meetings and snap judgements. It had her feeling antsy, and while she was tempted to relieve some stress with a patrol, her mom had already planned dinner tonight, to celebrate her first day of college.
Things between them hadn't gotten icy like they had earlier in the summer, but her coming out at home earlier in the week had felt clumsy and stilted; maybe it was already having done it so many times in a row with so many people, maybe it was the new worries over Harmony and the Kathy incident, or maybe it had even been something more normal and basic. Her mom definitely hadn't approved of Angel, and despite being really different in lots of ways, Harmony did sort of share a very essential quality with him.
She couldn't help but wish she was seeing her now instead. Maybe she could head back out later, and they could hit the streets for a few hours. Harmony wasn't really in any shape to be haring off to alien dimensions, but some light patrolling couldn't hurt. And maybe some light other stuff.
She walked through the door to the smell of chickeny goodness, and immediately felt a little guilty. She knew her mom was busy these days too, with the gallery plus extra duty screening the local museums, and she'd gone to serious effort here. She dropped her hammer into the corner by the coat rack as she resolved to be chill and accommodating. "Mom, I'm home."
"I was wondering where you were. Long day?" Her voice sounded from the kitchen.
"It felt like three days," Buffy said. "I hope that can't actually happen in some hellmouthy way. Then it would probably feel like a week instead." She shuddered at the idea of a week of unbroken meetings. It'd almost be like being in High School again.
"I hope all of it didn't distract you from your first class," her mom said. "It's important to get a good start in college."
"No, I was completely tuned in." Well, maybe not completely, but close enough. "I learned about the economy rectangles. Did you know my rectangle changed when I started getting money? It was kind of disturbing."
"It's a lot of responsibility to be managing a budget that size," her mom commented. "You're making decisions that affect the whole city now."
She walked into the kitchen and a big dish of spicy rice was already out on the table while her mom was getting chicken out of the oven. It was kind of a lot for two people, but that wasn't unusual for her mom in the past year. Somehow she'd gotten the idea that Buffy having slayer powers meant she should eat more.
"Wow, this looks great," Buffy said. "Do you need help with anything?"
"No, you can just sit down. But watch out, everything's hot!"
Buffy hadn't been burned by sneaking still-hot food since she was called (maybe singed, at worst), but she obediently waited this time. Tonight was a night for avoiding friction.
They both dug in at first, and Buffy discovered she was hungrier than she'd expected to be. Maybe it was a superspeed thing; she'd been ravenous in Oz when she was able to use it more frequently, and even if she wasn't spamming it as hard in the real world, she could tell it definitely was active in some way when she was riding her bike. Either way, the calories were pretty guilt free; Wilkins had been pretty clear that diets were a thing of the past for her, and of all the things she suspected him of lying about she doubted he would be that petty.
After a few minutes, her mom spoke up again, "Are you still going to that other dimension tomorrow?" She said it hesitantly, as if she knew she wouldn't like the answer.
"I kind of have to," Buffy responded.
"I was just talking it over with some people this week," she continued. "Not anyone out of the know, but there are the girls at City Hall, and the Watch still checks up on me all the time. It doesn't sound like you tried any kind of peaceful resolution? You're just attacking?"
"What kind of peace do you expect? We can't exactly bring Kathy back from the dead." Having her mom so involved in this stuff could get pretty frustrating.
Her mom cringed, but kept wheedling. "Well, if you believed at the time that her actions deserved that kind of response, you should be able to explain it to her family like an adult."
"And before I was even done explaining, they'd be declaring war themselves and pillaging everything in sight! I can't just open us up to retaliation like that!" Buffy searched for a way to explain in a way her mom could understand. "They're demons. Sitting down and talking things out isn't the way they do things."
Her mom shook her head. "But maybe you could change that? You've accomplished so much, you shouldn't doubt what you can do if you really believe in yourself."
In a way it was touching, but Buffy had met Tapparich. He didn't seem like the type to give peace a chance, especially considering the circumstances. "Tapparich couldn't back down politically even if he wanted to," she knew that he wouldn't anyway, but this would be more convincing. "A bunch of his minions were there when we hashed out the first agreement, and Kathy was pivotal in it. She was the whole reason it happened. With Kathy dead, there can't be any peace."
Her mom seemed to struggle for an argument. "It's always easy to believe that the other side won't compromise, but how much do you really know about them? Did you think they'd compromise the first time? What if they're as afraid of you as you are of them?"
"I didn't get an impression of fear. It was more arrogance and condescension. He called us wildlings and offered to spare our lives."
"But you already said that his people were there," she responded. "He could've just been posturing. I think it'd be irresponsible not to at least try to resolve this diplomatically."
Buffy knew she could've handled this whole series of events a little better, but that last jab really grated on her. She'd spent the entire summer being responsible. Really, she'd spent most of the past three years that way. "My responsibility is to the people who live here. If I tried to make peace and it didn't work, they could attack us here, and they're not going to just pushover with a little holy water like fledgeling vampires do. People could die. It'd be irresponsible for me to take that risk."
"It's a risk, but that has to be better than a certainty," her mom was obviously getting more annoyed now too. "You can't tell me that you think nobody's going to die in this war you're starting?"
"It's not going to be a war," Buffy argued. "We're just replacing the leader. It's a regime change."
"That's just a pretty term that the neocons use to dress up their endless wars," her mom snapped.
Buffy put down her fork hard enough that she heard it scratch the plate. "Is that what you think I am? Do you think this is just some naked power grab? Maybe that I'm just attacking them for their treasure?"
"I don't think that's what you think you're doing. But is this going to give you more power? Is there going to be looting?" She sounded disgusted at the idea.
Buffy regretted even bringing up the looting, her mom would no doubt hear about it later, but it was done now. "It doesn't matter! It's already us against them."
"And Kathy, the nice girl I met at city hall, who asked me what music you liked? Was she already one of 'them', when you killed her?" The way her mom said it told Buffy that this was really what was bothering her. "Was that already true when you killed her for what? Getting in a fight with your-, your girlfriend? Did she even start it?"
"I killed Kathy for almost ripping Harmony's head off," Buffy said. "But maybe you wouldn't blame her for that, you always wanted me to date somebody normal, didn't you?"
This brought her mom up short. "That's not fair at all."
"Kathy could put on a nice face." Buffy snorted. "Hell, that's literally what she did every day. But she was so racist that she was practically a nazi. Or do nice normal girls just go around calling people 'filthy half-breeds'?"
"Well maybe I was wrong, and she was terrible," her mom said. "She said some hateful things and she picked a fight. Is that enough to merit the death penalty in Sunnydale now, if you have the wrong kind of skin? Can you tell me with a straight face that you had no choice but to kill her? Or did she die like Teeth did? Broken on the ground, begging you for mercy?"
"She died whining that she'd tell her father on me," Buffy said starkly. Kathy hadn't been sorry, and she would've repeated her mistake, but Buffy could've just sent her home. In the heat of the moment, she hadn't considered it an option. She'd been so afraid for Harmony. She didn't know how to tell any of that to her mother.
Her mom just looked down at her food, putting her hand on her head. She was finally out of responses. Part of Buffy felt terrible, and part of her was relieved.
She looked down at her food too, and decided she wasn't hungry anymore. "I should go."
"Buffy, wait."
"No, really. I should go. I'm sorry." This hadn't been what she'd wanted at all.
She kept feeling like her mom would say something more, but she didn't look back, and didn't hear another word.
Vote: Last year, Joyce told her not to come back. Now, Buffy's starting to wonder if some distance wouldn't be for the best.
[] Buffy resolves to move out of 1630 Revello Drive. It's not like she'll stop seeing her mom, but the gulf between them is starting to feel too big for it to be every day.
[] Even though it's been hard, Buffy still wants to stay and make it work. If she moves out after this, they might keep drifting farther apart.
-[X] Party: Buffy, Jonathon, Skip, Bantha, Nigel, Philip, Angel
-[X] Concealment method: Veil
-[X] Poison control: Pills (& Oxygen tanks)
-[X] Additional Notes: Sneak in fast and have Buffy take down the Great One quickly. A couple oxygen tanks used to take the people who need them close, before popping the pills just before the battle starts. The 'squishier' allies should hang off to the side mostly when the fighting starts, giving light aid but not calling too much attention to themselves. Angel, Skip, and possibly Bantha can hold off reinforcements while Buffy brings her full might to bear against the Great One.
Before they had time to settle on anything else, Buffy's radio activated again, this time alone. Cynthia's voice drifted out. "Mayor Summers, ordinarily I wouldn't interrupt, but you have a call. Angel."
Buffy's eyes narrowed as she picked her radio up to take it. Hopefully it wasn't yet another problem to deal with. "You can put him through."
"Buffy? You're still there?" Angel sounded a little frantic.
"You're gonna have to vague things down a little." Did he know about the whole Mok'tagar thing?
"Doyle got a vision. You and some other people were in a hell dimension, I thought you were trapped," he said.
"That's tomorrow," she said. "Hopefully without the being trapped part."
"Are you sure that's a good idea? Doyle wouldn't have gotten a vision about it if it wasn't dangerous," he responded.
Buffy didn't feel like defending her life choices to Angel right now, so she decided against telling the whole sordid tale. "The Mok'tagar are going to attack Sunnydale soon, so we decided to attack first."
"Into their hell dimension? Wouldn't it be better to fight them on your own turf?" Angel sounded a little whiplashed by all the information.
"They have a huge army and I don't want it in my city," Buffy said. "We're just going after the leader. You know, a decapitation strike. We have his uncle lined up to take his place and everything."
There was a pause from the other side, and she could almost picture troubled look #3 on Angel's face. "Maybe I should come with you? Not that I don't think you can handle it, but with the vision, I just…"
Buffy was tempted to say something sarcastic after he trailed off, but she held it in. She'd just been thinking about how she was going to fill a possible 7th spot on the roster, and whatever else she could say about Angel he was good in a fight. "You're welcome if you want to. We're leaving tomorrow night. Time literally flies there so it shouldn't take long."
"I'll be there," he said.
Things felt awkward. The Harmony situation would make it even worse, especially considering he'd half-predicted it, but she'd bite that bullet tomorrow. "Great."
She was about to hang up, but then he spoke up again. "Wait! Is there some reason you'd all be wearing scuba gear?"
That was news to Buffy, but it didn't sound like the worst idea either. "Yeah, the atmosphere's a little nasty. All part of the plan." At least she could act like she really knew what she was doing.
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Buffy felt beat as she whipped her motorcycle into a skidding stop through her driveway. It'd been a long couple days, filled with hasty meetings and snap judgements. It had her feeling antsy, and while she was tempted to relieve some stress with a patrol, her mom had already planned dinner tonight, to celebrate her first day of college.
Things between them hadn't gotten icy like they had earlier in the summer, but her coming out at home earlier in the week had felt clumsy and stilted; maybe it was already having done it so many times in a row with so many people, maybe it was the new worries over Harmony and the Kathy incident, or maybe it had even been something more normal and basic. Her mom definitely hadn't approved of Angel, and despite being really different in lots of ways, Harmony did sort of share a very essential quality with him.
She couldn't help but wish she was seeing her now instead. Maybe she could head back out later, and they could hit the streets for a few hours. Harmony wasn't really in any shape to be haring off to alien dimensions, but some light patrolling couldn't hurt. And maybe some light other stuff.
She walked through the door to the smell of chickeny goodness, and immediately felt a little guilty. She knew her mom was busy these days too, with the gallery plus extra duty screening the local museums, and she'd gone to serious effort here. She dropped her hammer into the corner by the coat rack as she resolved to be chill and accommodating. "Mom, I'm home."
"I was wondering where you were. Long day?" Her voice sounded from the kitchen.
"It felt like three days," Buffy said. "I hope that can't actually happen in some hellmouthy way. Then it would probably feel like a week instead." She shuddered at the idea of a week of unbroken meetings. It'd almost be like being in High School again.
"I hope all of it didn't distract you from your first class," her mom said. "It's important to get a good start in college."
"No, I was completely tuned in." Well, maybe not completely, but close enough. "I learned about the economy rectangles. Did you know my rectangle changed when I started getting money? It was kind of disturbing."
"It's a lot of responsibility to be managing a budget that size," her mom commented. "You're making decisions that affect the whole city now."
She walked into the kitchen and a big dish of spicy rice was already out on the table while her mom was getting chicken out of the oven. It was kind of a lot for two people, but that wasn't unusual for her mom in the past year. Somehow she'd gotten the idea that Buffy having slayer powers meant she should eat more.
"Wow, this looks great," Buffy said. "Do you need help with anything?"
"No, you can just sit down. But watch out, everything's hot!"
Buffy hadn't been burned by sneaking still-hot food since she was called (maybe singed, at worst), but she obediently waited this time. Tonight was a night for avoiding friction.
They both dug in at first, and Buffy discovered she was hungrier than she'd expected to be. Maybe it was a superspeed thing; she'd been ravenous in Oz when she was able to use it more frequently, and even if she wasn't spamming it as hard in the real world, she could tell it definitely was active in some way when she was riding her bike. Either way, the calories were pretty guilt free; Wilkins had been pretty clear that diets were a thing of the past for her, and of all the things she suspected him of lying about she doubted he would be that petty.
After a few minutes, her mom spoke up again, "Are you still going to that other dimension tomorrow?" She said it hesitantly, as if she knew she wouldn't like the answer.
"I kind of have to," Buffy responded.
"I was just talking it over with some people this week," she continued. "Not anyone out of the know, but there are the girls at City Hall, and the Watch still checks up on me all the time. It doesn't sound like you tried any kind of peaceful resolution? You're just attacking?"
"What kind of peace do you expect? We can't exactly bring Kathy back from the dead." Having her mom so involved in this stuff could get pretty frustrating.
Her mom cringed, but kept wheedling. "Well, if you believed at the time that her actions deserved that kind of response, you should be able to explain it to her family like an adult."
"And before I was even done explaining, they'd be declaring war themselves and pillaging everything in sight! I can't just open us up to retaliation like that!" Buffy searched for a way to explain in a way her mom could understand. "They're demons. Sitting down and talking things out isn't the way they do things."
Her mom shook her head. "But maybe you could change that? You've accomplished so much, you shouldn't doubt what you can do if you really believe in yourself."
In a way it was touching, but Buffy had met Tapparich. He didn't seem like the type to give peace a chance, especially considering the circumstances. "Tapparich couldn't back down politically even if he wanted to," she knew that he wouldn't anyway, but this would be more convincing. "A bunch of his minions were there when we hashed out the first agreement, and Kathy was pivotal in it. She was the whole reason it happened. With Kathy dead, there can't be any peace."
Her mom seemed to struggle for an argument. "It's always easy to believe that the other side won't compromise, but how much do you really know about them? Did you think they'd compromise the first time? What if they're as afraid of you as you are of them?"
"I didn't get an impression of fear. It was more arrogance and condescension. He called us wildlings and offered to spare our lives."
"But you already said that his people were there," she responded. "He could've just been posturing. I think it'd be irresponsible not to at least try to resolve this diplomatically."
Buffy knew she could've handled this whole series of events a little better, but that last jab really grated on her. She'd spent the entire summer being responsible. Really, she'd spent most of the past three years that way. "My responsibility is to the people who live here. If I tried to make peace and it didn't work, they could attack us here, and they're not going to just pushover with a little holy water like fledgeling vampires do. People could die. It'd be irresponsible for me to take that risk."
"It's a risk, but that has to be better than a certainty," her mom was obviously getting more annoyed now too. "You can't tell me that you think nobody's going to die in this war you're starting?"
"It's not going to be a war," Buffy argued. "We're just replacing the leader. It's a regime change."
"That's just a pretty term that the neocons use to dress up their endless wars," her mom snapped.
Buffy put down her fork hard enough that she heard it scratch the plate. "Is that what you think I am? Do you think this is just some naked power grab? Maybe that I'm just attacking them for their treasure?"
"I don't think that's what you think you're doing. But is this going to give you more power? Is there going to be looting?" She sounded disgusted at the idea.
Buffy regretted even bringing up the looting, her mom would no doubt hear about it later, but it was done now. "It doesn't matter! It's already us against them."
"And Kathy, the nice girl I met at city hall, who asked me what music you liked? Was she already one of 'them', when you killed her?" The way her mom said it told Buffy that this was really what was bothering her. "Was that already true when you killed her for what? Getting in a fight with your-, your girlfriend? Did she even start it?"
"I killed Kathy for almost ripping Harmony's head off," Buffy said. "But maybe you wouldn't blame her for that, you always wanted me to date somebody normal, didn't you?"
This brought her mom up short. "That's not fair at all."
"Kathy could put on a nice face." Buffy snorted. "Hell, that's literally what she did every day. But she was so racist that she was practically a nazi. Or do nice normal girls just go around calling people 'filthy half-breeds'?"
"Well maybe I was wrong, and she was terrible," her mom said. "She said some hateful things and she picked a fight. Is that enough to merit the death penalty in Sunnydale now, if you have the wrong kind of skin? Can you tell me with a straight face that you had no choice but to kill her? Or did she die like Teeth did? Broken on the ground, begging you for mercy?"
"She died whining that she'd tell her father on me," Buffy said starkly. Kathy hadn't been sorry, and she would've repeated her mistake, but Buffy could've just sent her home. In the heat of the moment, she hadn't considered it an option. She'd been so afraid for Harmony. She didn't know how to tell any of that to her mother.
Her mom just looked down at her food, putting her hand on her head. She was finally out of responses. Part of Buffy felt terrible, and part of her was relieved.
She looked down at her food too, and decided she wasn't hungry anymore. "I should go."
"Buffy, wait."
"No, really. I should go. I'm sorry." This hadn't been what she'd wanted at all.
She kept feeling like her mom would say something more, but she didn't look back, and didn't hear another word.
Vote: Last year, Joyce told her not to come back. Now, Buffy's starting to wonder if some distance wouldn't be for the best.
[] Buffy resolves to move out of 1630 Revello Drive. It's not like she'll stop seeing her mom, but the gulf between them is starting to feel too big for it to be every day.
[] Even though it's been hard, Buffy still wants to stay and make it work. If she moves out after this, they might keep drifting farther apart.
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[X] Buffy resolves to move out of 1630 Revello Drive. It's not like she'll stop seeing her mom, but the gulf between them is starting to feel too big for it to be every day.
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[X] Even though it's been hard, Buffy still wants to stay and make it work. If she moves out after this, they might keep drifting farther apart.
Entirely outside of the slaying I think Buffy and Joyce are consistently running into issues of how Joyce sees Buffy. In this particular episode it came in the form of Buffy thinking of her changing economic situation regarding her own cash, while Joyce just never even thought of Buffy as someone that has money and can fend for herself. Previously we have seen it in things like Joyce assuming that Buffy was going to lose the election and go to college, and running off Buffy's inappropriately older boyfriend. All of this makes sense, but is a constant irritant that seems likely to keep the big slayer caused problems from ever truly being allowed to fade away.
For this reason I think a bit of space probably does more good than harm to their relationship. Let Buffy and Joyce have a bit of room apart so they stop poking eachother all the time. Also, Buffy would have already moved out for college at this point anyways, so it is something they both sort of expected.
[X] Buffy resolves to move out of 1630 Revello Drive. It's not like she'll stop seeing her mom, but the gulf between them is starting to feel too big for it to be every day.
For this reason I think a bit of space probably does more good than harm to their relationship. Let Buffy and Joyce have a bit of room apart so they stop poking eachother all the time. Also, Buffy would have already moved out for college at this point anyways, so it is something they both sort of expected.
[X] Buffy resolves to move out of 1630 Revello Drive. It's not like she'll stop seeing her mom, but the gulf between them is starting to feel too big for it to be every day.
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[X] Buffy resolves to move out of 1630 Revello Drive. It's not like she'll stop seeing her mom, but the gulf between them is starting to feel too big for it to be every day.
[X] Buffy resolves to move out of 1630 Revello Drive. It's not like she'll stop seeing her mom, but the gulf between them is starting to feel too big for it to be every day.
Once we've found a new place, I vote we immediately ask Harmony to move in with us. Such a staunch willingness to commit will definitely lay to rest Joyce's worries about us being irresponsible.
Once we've found a new place, I vote we immediately ask Harmony to move in with us. Such a staunch willingness to commit will definitely lay to rest Joyce's worries about us being irresponsible.
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[X] Even though it's been hard, Buffy still wants to stay and make it work. If she moves out after this, they might keep drifting farther apart.
Changing my vote after thinking about it a bit more. I think she should end up moving out, but not due to this. She should be working this out with her mom instead of avoiding it. I'm personally a fan of her deciding to move out at some point so she and Harmony can start living together.
Changing my vote after thinking about it a bit more. I think she should end up moving out, but not due to this. She should be working this out with her mom instead of avoiding it. I'm personally a fan of her deciding to move out at some point so she and Harmony can start living together.
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[X] Buffy resolves to move out of 1630 Revello Drive. It's not like she'll stop seeing her mom, but the gulf between them is starting to feel too big for it to be every day.
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Yeah, I really liked that part too, especially how buffy hastily tried to claim it was all part of her master plan all along rather than look unsure in front of Angel.
[X] Even though it's been hard, Buffy still wants to stay and make it work. If she moves out after this, they might keep drifting farther apart.
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[X] Buffy resolves to move out of 1630 Revello Drive. It's not like she'll stop seeing her mom, but the gulf between them is starting to feel too big for it to be every day.
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I'll acknowledge that my vote is somewhat being a metagaming douchecanoe, but here's my thing: in like a year or two, Buffy's mom may well be dead. If she has moved out, not only is she going to take the psychological hit of "lost time", she'll also inflict on herself the "I wasn't there, what if I could have seen or done something?" that she did in canon, ×1,000.
Also, in this case I'd argue that distance doesn't help the issues get better, it just helps her not notice the issues as often. Avoiding her problems is something old Buffy did; it's not something Mayor Buffy has the luxury of doing. Not to mention, the combination of "once told her to not come back" and "she moved out after I didn't support her on this issue" is a lot to put on Joyce's psyche, and given her head's issues in the past/future, exacerbating those issues is not something I'm wild about.
Also, in this case I'd argue that distance doesn't help the issues get better, it just helps her not notice the issues as often. Avoiding her problems is something old Buffy did; it's not something Mayor Buffy has the luxury of doing. Not to mention, the combination of "once told her to not come back" and "she moved out after I didn't support her on this issue" is a lot to put on Joyce's psyche, and given her head's issues in the past/future, exacerbating those issues is not something I'm wild about.
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[X] Even though it's been hard, Buffy still wants to stay and make it work. If she moves out after this, they might keep drifting farther apart.
[X] Even though it's been hard, Buffy still wants to stay and make it work. If she moves out after this, they might keep drifting farther apart.
Buffy should move out eventually, but not now and not over this.
Buffy should move out eventually, but not now and not over this.
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[X] Even though it's been hard, Buffy still wants to stay and make it work. If she moves out after this, they might keep drifting farther apart.
