Who: frogfear and you
What: Catch All for March
When: Throughout March
Where: Various

Content Warnings:Nothing yet, will mark threads as necessary.



1. Break My Chains

The strange shed had seemed to invite investigation, and there was just enough time for a moment of panic when Willow turned and realized the exit had somehow stitched up behind her before she was knocked unconscious.

She wakes slumped against the chains, to the strange, somewhat disturbing sound. Her head throbs in protest as she lifts it and opens her eyes to look around. She stills as soon as her eyes land on the man who is vaguely reminiscent of the monster she ran into in the hotel - except a far more intense version. The one she ran into she had described as all mouth and teeth, but this one really is. Except for the hundreds of eyes on... is that the back of his head, or the front? She isn't sure, and it doesn't really matter that much. She stays still until the man leaves, then stretches to nudge the Sleeper across from her with her foot. The blood, and the butcher's knife leaves little room for the imagination on what his intentions are, and they needed to be free five minutes ago.

"Come on, come on, come on. Wake up. We gotta get out of here."

2. Dream Eaters

It hasn't taken Willow long to figure out the baku are mostly friendly, but she also doesn't really want them on her property. She's seen the damage they've caused around town - parts of buildings are just gone. She's a little worried about the damage they could do to the stable, or the fencing around the pasture should they decide to take aim there.

A couple times she's approached them now on the property, and either shooed them away, or led them off. It was alarming the first time she ran into one of them, and it came at her trumpeting, but as she stomped down on her emotions, planning to draw on her magic to defend herself instead it stopped. It wasn't hard to figure out what the creatures are drawn by, although it's taken her a bit to work out that, really, it's any negative emotion and not just fear.

The one she's leading down the driveway today is only about the size of a tiger. She has her hand on its shoulder as she walks beside it, and every once in awhile, it will turn its trunk towards her and she pushes aside with a firm "No" as she clamps down on her feelings and refocuses on the task at hand. She would rather hang onto even her unpleasant memories, thanks.

She'll guide it a fair distance down the road before stopping and gently pushing at its shoulder to encourage it to keep going. "Go on now - get."

3. Simulacrum

It's been a couple days since Willow has found herself no longer locked in her room, and she hates the rest of the place almost as much as the small concrete room. She is thoroughly convinced she doesn't belong here, in an orange jumpsuit that doesn't feel like it fits quite right, and bunny slippers. She's already been trying to work out the best way to get out.

She wanders the halls, looking for familiar faces, or maybe someone who looks like they need help of their own. She tries to stay away from the orderlies - she doesn't trust them somehow. They're too sympathetic - it feels downright patronizing. Especially when she brings up Deerington, and they try to remind her it was all just a delusion. Sunnydale too. It's not possible - it all seemed so real. There's no way it's not. Buffy had experienced something similar once, after being attacked by a demon. Willow had tried to reassure her that the hallucinations of the mental institution were not real. Maybe this was something similar?

She doesn't remember a demon, though.

She makes her way to the entertainment room, and plunks down on one of the old sofas next to another Sleeper. "Hey. Are you doing okay?"

4. Hippocampus

It's freeing to finally be out of the lab, and the fresh scent of spring in the air is a welcome change from all the cold and snow. It's not until Willow comes across a fuzzy moth peering down at her from a far too large blade of grass that she realizes something is very, very wrong.

"Oh. Um..."

She's not afraid, exactly. Moths don't eat people, and it's really kind of cute. But she certainly wasn't expecting to find herself in Deerington's version of Honey, I Shrunk The Kids. Probably best to find someone to team up with, especially since she still doesn't have her use of magic back.