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townwithoutpity2012-03-03 11:49 pm
bontastic) wrote in townwithoutpity2012-03-03 11:49 pm
Pleasantville } { Why don't they help us?
[Days go by, and when Bonnie tries knocking on the doors of neighbors, inquiring about the situation and asking for help, she is greeted with Betty Crocker casseroles and Stepford Wife smiles. She's almost certain she's stepped onto the set of a movie set in the 1950s.]
Buffy?
[She walks inside, carrying a bag of groceries. There'd been cash sitting in a desk drawer of what is apparently their house (she's still not sure about that), enough to cover some basic necessities. Today, she'd decided to try and go into town. Everything was too clean, too perfect, everyone smiled at her too much. It was eerily cheerful, and this was coming from Bonnie McCullough.]
Buffy?
[She walks inside, carrying a bag of groceries. There'd been cash sitting in a desk drawer of what is apparently their house (she's still not sure about that), enough to cover some basic necessities. Today, she'd decided to try and go into town. Everything was too clean, too perfect, everyone smiled at her too much. It was eerily cheerful, and this was coming from Bonnie McCullough.]
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[She's been feeling unusually nurturing over the past few days, and she isn't sure why. But for some reason, the urge to make a sandwich for the pair is suddenly overwhelming.] What sounds good to you?
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Whatever we've got is fine. Do we have any lunch meat?