Damsel in Distress, My Ass

[There's the sound of a splash, then some muttering as someone slogs their way out of the fountain. When the video finally shows something besides the water in the fountain, it's a very wet, unhappy Buffy Summers.]

Thanks City. I think you probably made me ruin my record.

[ooc: Buffy's back. I sort of forgot to do this until now. ANYWAY she's updated to the end of the S8 comics now.]

[The City is kind enough to dump Buffy into the fountain. She comes up sputtering, pushing her hair out of her face. She's got on a gold mini dress, brown high heeled boots and she's carrying a wicked looking scythe]

So not where I thought the hole of suck was going to take me. I would have worked harder at getting away.

[She slogs her way out of the fountain and looks around. Despite the flippant commentary, her body language is defensive.]

Alright, no flying cars, no freaky future mini-me with pink and black hair trying to prove herself and—Ooooh! Coffee. I could really go for a mocha right now.

[Refocusing except she's not unfocused. She's still defensive, still on task and completely at odds with her words and tone]

Someone wanna let Buffy in on the joke? Anytime now. That'd be fantastic.