I was never faithful

Faith was in a huge bed when she woke up. An' she had her favorite frog pajamas on and her bestest friend Renee had slept over. An' her apartment walls were all crazy-fun polka dot colors. Wicked!

This meant today was gonna be awesome and she had to celebrate by jumpin' on the bed. And hopin' she didn't land on Renee.

(for the BFF!)

So Faith had finally gotten that stripper pole installed. Which reminded her: had to get the landlord some kinda thank-you card for giving that the all-clear.

Not right now. Right now, Faith had invited over her two favorite hot girlies and was throwing a little housewarming party for that pole.

It was gonna be a good night.

(Establishy. Ghanima and Renee modded with permission while their muns are AFK. The trio will be spending most of this weekend having a grand old time. She'd apologize for the noise, but she's not sorry. At all.)

When Faith returned to MCA Minus Five at the asscrack of freaking dawn on Tuesday, she was tired, and covered in bloodstains -- luckily, not hers -- and she was pissed.

Either Robin (the soon-to-be-dead ex) thought he was a funny, funny guy, or he hadn't realized that the vampire hotspot in the area was actually a vicious nest of vampiric lemurs.

Granted, she and Ghani and Renee had staked those little mofos. Not the point. Kinda lacked a certain ... dignity. Staking lemurs.

"Never taking a mission from that prick again," she announced, dropping her bags. She needed a shower. Or six.

(Establishy! Open to Ghani or Renee if they came back to her place with her, otherwise she's napping and will be around later.)

Faith hated getting calls from the ex. But this one was at least fairly interesting. Local hotspot, if she was in the area anyway, blah blah blah.

She was tempted to tell him he was a mediocre lay, but skipped it. Vampiric activity, probably a nest, somewhere on Mada-- wherever they were. Good enough. Time to go hunting.

She considered her phone for a few, and then dialed a couple of numbers. Robin didn't say she couldn't make a girls' night out of it, right?

(For Renee and Ghanima)

So Faith had entirely missed this little bout of Fandom crazy, what with not having future spawn herself. (Birth control. Fabulous stuff.) Had she realized it was going on, she might have been in public more, drinking, pointing, and laughing. Because Faith was classy like that.

But she didn't know. So she was in her apartment, chilling out, watching some TV. Springer. Because, again ... classy.

(For a wee niece.)

Faith was making coffee. Which seemed to be decaf. Which was okay, she was just making coffee for something to do, and coffee seemed like a good thing to do. Better than nothing. Coffee. Right.

She was kinda watching the door for her whole ... maybe-semi-girlfriend-ish to come over so they could Talk about the whole ... maybe-semi-girlfriend-ish thing.

She hated Talks like that. She'd only ever had a couple, and they all sucked. Still. Better than ... not talking? Maybe?

She sucked at this.

(just for the hot cop)

( Cut for typical Faith language )

(OOC: Mostly establishy, but can be open for anyone who'd stop by. That would be Eliza Dushku's brother, Nate. Man, the Dushkus had some pretty babies.

Renee was back. Renee's ex didn't die. Good weekend all the way around.

Back in Fandom. Which was starting to feel like home. Maybe that was an okay kinda thing.

Faith was cleaning out her fridge. Kinda wondering at when she got all domestic. Fandom had a crazy effect on people.

(for the weetiny energy girl)

Faith sat on her couch, balancing a bag of ice on one hand, which she was pretty sure she broke, so way to go, Faith.

She pressed 'play' on the tape recorder and listened all the way through.

And then rewound it, and played it through again.

One more time.

She closed her eyes. "We'll get you back," she said quietly. "We'll get all of you back."

She hit 'rewind' again, closing her eyes and trying not to flinch.

(door's shut, post is open if anyone wants to talk to faith)

After the ball, Renee had been in a Mood, capital required. She didn't want to talk about it, and Faith wasn't the type to pry, so there'd been relatively little chit-chat and way more sex. (Not that they ever skimped on the sex.)

Morning, now, so Faith sat up and cracked her neck, then fumbled in the nightstand for her pack of cigarettes. Nothing like a nic fix to start your morning. It still kinda shocked her that she didn't mind Renee sleeping over. Must be that hot Latina ass and all.

(for the hot Latina in question, who was modded with permission)

When she had promised Dawnie not to hook up with any students or dads, she hadn't thought to slap a warning label on that: "Unless I spend the weekend completely insane and thinking I'm a fucking cheerleader." What the hell, Fandom?

She kicked him out of her place as soon as she woke up. Not too sure she bought that trippy line about him being an adult stuck in a teenage body, but at least it meant she only needed a couple of showers instead of, like, thirty. At least she still had good taste, even when she called herself Missy.

A cheerleader. Seriously.

Missy wasn't too sure why she was in an apartment, when she woke up. No bumps on the head, that was good, and she couldn't have been dragged off by some horny perv, 'cause she still had her cheer outfit on. And she didn't feel hungover or anything weird like that.

She had a feeling her brother Cliff was behind this. In the meantime, the apartment wasn't too shabby. Tiny, but rockin'.

Missy found the keys and some cash and decided to go exploring.

(OOC: Establishy! Faith is now Missy Pantone from Bring It On. Which means she's going to find a way to reach through the computer and kill me for turning her into a high-school cheerleader.)

Faith was spending her afternoon with one of her many guilty pleasures, watching trashy afternoon TV. Stuff like "Who's My Babydaddy?" and "He Broke My Shit, Make Him Pay For It" and "I'm Divorcing This Cheating Bastard" and "No, Really, Who's My Babydaddy?" Faith didn't know the word "schadenfreude", but she'd be a big fan if she did.

Springer was just getting good (this guy was cheating on his wife with her sister, but the sister was seeing this other guy, a tranny, and the tranny was totally banging the husband on the side and nobody knew and chairs were flying) when her phone rang.

Shit.

"Yeah," she answered, picking up the remote to hit Mute. Oh, great, her favorite ex. With a situation. Can't give it to the baby Slayers, it'll mess them up too hard. Real horrifying shit.

Great.

Faith hung up, and then made a few phone calls in succession - boss, parole officer, Dawnie. Didn't take much longer to throw some clothes in a duffel bag and head out.

Fandom was gonna have to do without her for a couple of weeks.

(OOC: Lightly swiped from Faith's debut in the Season Eight comics. Faith's off vamp-hunting; she'll be back sometime between Christmas and New Year's. NFI, broadcast is fine.)

Nothing to make a girl feel domesticated like staying in on a Saturday night and doing laundry. What was next, knitting? Cooking? Getting a bunch of cats?

Faith slid her key into the door, balancing the basket on her hip. This town better not declaw her, dammit. If she started prancing around like Holly Homemaker, someone better slap her.


(expecting someone!)

Faith was seriously starting to like the perks of her job. Last week, after her shift bartending, she'd dragged home a guy who could dish out as much damage as she could, and they'd destroyed some of her furniture in a rather cheerful way. And this week? There was a severely hot badass chick in her bed, and there'd been drinking and groping and all sorts of interesting experiments with the mood-ring apartment deal. Who knew science was so kinky?

It was Thanksgiving. Great. Faith and Renee were gonna spend the holiday in an all-American, wholesome sort of way. With Chinese take-out, Jack Daniels, and lesbian sex. Just like Mom's apple pie, really, if your mom was the neighborhood tramp and the pie had angel dust in it.

Merry freakin' whatever.

(The lovely and delicious not_an_answer modded with permission. NFI, just establishy. Broadcast is fine, and so is OOC.)

( cut for nightmare )

"NO!" Faith jerked herself awake, sitting up and gasping for air.

(for the one who stayed)

Faith opened the door and tossed her jacket onto the nearest chair. "Home sweet whatever," she shrugged. "Not much, but it's cheap."

Squall shrugged. "It's good enough. It's a place to stay."

"Besides," she grinned, getting her hands on the edges of his jacket. "You didn't come here for the view, did you?"

Squall looked her up and down and raised his eyebrows. "Actually, I kinda did."

Faith leaned up, a light smile playing on her lips. "How are you liking it so far?"

"So far, it's not bad," he said. Pulling her close and kissing her hard.

The rest of the night ... went as you might imagine. Only louder, and with more broken furniture.

(Establishy, NFI, preplayed with the wonderful whatever_sucks. Ah, ze plague.)

This color-changing apartment shit was fascinating. A couple days ago, Faith had slept in and spent the day in her pajamas watching trashy TV, and everything had been a kinda light blue color. Not bad. But she really liked the deep red best, which made sense, 'cause it seemed to show up whenever she felt great. Maybe it was some kinda feedback loop.

She was gonna have to try out angry and sad and bored and all the rest of 'em, sooner or later, just to see what would show up.

But not now, 'cause it was dark red and she was loving it.

(Open!)

So, this was her apartment. Not bad. It hadn't taken long to move her shit from the hotel - not like she had a lot, really - and she kinda liked living in the basement. Sub-basement. Whatever it was called.

She'd been in this town a week and she'd already gotten a job, found an apartment (and rented it from Xander, who wasn't her Xander, not that Xander had ever really been her Xander, except they'd done it once, and now she wondered if they ever had in his world, because this wasn't weird enough yet or anything) and completely freaked out at some guy who wasn't from her past and was dead anyway. Oh, and some cop found her record and was putting her on some bizarre form of parole. Fun.

Faith picked up her phone and dialed Dawnie, just to let her know she was in and settled and all that good stuff. She had a couple hours to kill until she needed to be anywhere, maybe she'd watch TV or whatever.

That's when she noticed it.

When she moved in, the apartment had had the same blah off-white-on-off-white standard coloring of normal apartments, and she'd been feeling kinda uncertain about the whole thing, and she'd totally forgot that Xander had said some crazy stuff about things changing colors.

Right now, she was actually feeling pretty great, thanks, and the carpeting and the walls and even the couch and shit were all this deep, rich reddish burgundy kinda color. Oxblood or maroon or whatever it was called, all complementary shades.

Faith grinned. "I think I'm gonna like this town."

(Open!)

So. Fandom. She was back, or whatever. Maybe even staying, unless Dawnie came to her senses in the past couple of days.

She picked up her cell and punched in a number. She even managed not to hang up while it was ringing.

(for Dawn!)