Fic a Day, Day 20 - Welcome To The Jungle
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grundyscribblingTitle: Welcome to the Jungle
Rating: FR13
Crossover: Jumanji
Summary: Dawn brings home a classic game console.
Word Count: 545
Note: My day took a turn for the somewhat stressful. Fingers crossed tomorrow will be better.
The door banged shut behind Dawn.
“Xander!” she called.
“In the kitchen, where the ice cream lives!” Xander replied. “Pretty much everyone is.”
Dawn set down an environmentally friendly cloth bag that contained something boxy.
“What brings you here, Dawnmeister?” Xander asked. “And in search of me in particular, as opposed to Buff or Willow?”
The other two people in what looked like it had been another round of commiseration about someone’s relationship woes – Buffy’s or Willow’s was anyone’s guess – seemed quite ready to be distracted by anything even mildly amusing.
Dawn gestured at the bag.
Xander opened it to find a heavily damaged old school game console – but not one he recognized.
“Where did you find this treasure?” he asked.
“One of the girls in my bio lab was looking to get rid of it. Said her boyfriend had wasted way too much time on it. It sounded like they had a fight or something about it, but he agreed when she said it had to go.”
Xander gave it a closer examination.
“Someone smashed the console up pretty well, but it looks like your friend’s guy isn’t much for tech. I can fix this up easily. Fifteen minutes or so.”
“What cables does it need?” Willow asked. “We’ll get the TV ready.”
It was more like half an hour, but Xander eventually brought the repaired box into the living room.
“Right, the console definitely works, let’s see if the game cartridge survived,” he said hopefully.
He popped the cartridge in and turned the box on.
“Hey, we’ve got a screen. Pick your characters, everyone! I’m going to be Smolder Bravestone.”
“Wait, we need five,” Dawn protested. “Otherwise we’ll be one short.”
“FAITH!” Buffy hollered. “Duty calls!”
Faith came downstairs reluctantly.
“Are we still on how guys and girls suck?” she asked cautiously.
“Nope, moved on to playing games,” Dawn said brightly. “We need a fifth.”
Faith shrugged and grabbed a controller.
“I’ll be Mouse Finbar,” she announced. “Zoology sounds interesting.”
Dawn blinked only for a minute before opting for Ruby Roundhouse.
“Shelly Oberon,” Willow announced.
“Playing to type,” Xander sighed. “That leaves you with Seaplane McDonough, Buff.”
“Hope she pilots better than she drives,” Dawn muttered.
Xander pressed start.
“This is not my fault!”
“No one said it was, Dawnie.”
“Thought it, maybe,” Faith muttered. “But didn’t say it.”
“I’m not complaining at all,” Xander said. “I just have to figure out how this ‘smolder’ thing works…”
“To be fair, you did bring the cursed game console home,” Buffy pointed out to her sister.
“I think I’m being punished enough, don’t you think?” Dawn demanded.
“D, aside from our friendly local pirate, none of us are exactly thrilled about being in bodies with the wrong equipment. And can I just say that the backpack is ok, but the thing where I feel like I’m running through molasses is hella annoying.”
“At least you’re wearing normal clothes,” Dawn snapped. “I’m the only one half-naked in the middle of a jungle!”
Abruptly an angry hippo lunged out of the water. The look on the hippo’s face as Mouse Finbar and Seaplane McDonough punched it back into the water was priceless.
“Game or not, still Slayers,” Buffy shrugged. “The cake thing kind of sucks, though.”
Rating: FR13
Crossover: Jumanji
Summary: Dawn brings home a classic game console.
Word Count: 545
Note: My day took a turn for the somewhat stressful. Fingers crossed tomorrow will be better.
The door banged shut behind Dawn.
“Xander!” she called.
“In the kitchen, where the ice cream lives!” Xander replied. “Pretty much everyone is.”
Dawn set down an environmentally friendly cloth bag that contained something boxy.
“What brings you here, Dawnmeister?” Xander asked. “And in search of me in particular, as opposed to Buff or Willow?”
The other two people in what looked like it had been another round of commiseration about someone’s relationship woes – Buffy’s or Willow’s was anyone’s guess – seemed quite ready to be distracted by anything even mildly amusing.
Dawn gestured at the bag.
Xander opened it to find a heavily damaged old school game console – but not one he recognized.
“Where did you find this treasure?” he asked.
“One of the girls in my bio lab was looking to get rid of it. Said her boyfriend had wasted way too much time on it. It sounded like they had a fight or something about it, but he agreed when she said it had to go.”
Xander gave it a closer examination.
“Someone smashed the console up pretty well, but it looks like your friend’s guy isn’t much for tech. I can fix this up easily. Fifteen minutes or so.”
“What cables does it need?” Willow asked. “We’ll get the TV ready.”
It was more like half an hour, but Xander eventually brought the repaired box into the living room.
“Right, the console definitely works, let’s see if the game cartridge survived,” he said hopefully.
He popped the cartridge in and turned the box on.
“Hey, we’ve got a screen. Pick your characters, everyone! I’m going to be Smolder Bravestone.”
“Wait, we need five,” Dawn protested. “Otherwise we’ll be one short.”
“FAITH!” Buffy hollered. “Duty calls!”
Faith came downstairs reluctantly.
“Are we still on how guys and girls suck?” she asked cautiously.
“Nope, moved on to playing games,” Dawn said brightly. “We need a fifth.”
Faith shrugged and grabbed a controller.
“I’ll be Mouse Finbar,” she announced. “Zoology sounds interesting.”
Dawn blinked only for a minute before opting for Ruby Roundhouse.
“Shelly Oberon,” Willow announced.
“Playing to type,” Xander sighed. “That leaves you with Seaplane McDonough, Buff.”
“Hope she pilots better than she drives,” Dawn muttered.
Xander pressed start.
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“This is not my fault!”
“No one said it was, Dawnie.”
“Thought it, maybe,” Faith muttered. “But didn’t say it.”
“I’m not complaining at all,” Xander said. “I just have to figure out how this ‘smolder’ thing works…”
“To be fair, you did bring the cursed game console home,” Buffy pointed out to her sister.
“I think I’m being punished enough, don’t you think?” Dawn demanded.
“D, aside from our friendly local pirate, none of us are exactly thrilled about being in bodies with the wrong equipment. And can I just say that the backpack is ok, but the thing where I feel like I’m running through molasses is hella annoying.”
“At least you’re wearing normal clothes,” Dawn snapped. “I’m the only one half-naked in the middle of a jungle!”
Abruptly an angry hippo lunged out of the water. The look on the hippo’s face as Mouse Finbar and Seaplane McDonough punched it back into the water was priceless.
“Game or not, still Slayers,” Buffy shrugged. “The cake thing kind of sucks, though.”
