I was never faithful

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)

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!)