[Written in a sharp, business-like hand. Also, filtered to Drusilla.]

Drusilla -- Where ever you're keeping them? You may as well tell me know and save me the excruciatingly long search. The longer I search, the harder it's going to be on you. But...you know what? I sort of hope you don't tell me, because I would oh-so-much prefer to take my sweet time dusting you. I plan to get my money's worth out of this slay.

[Before and after writing this, Buffy's been pulling double-shift patrols. Day and night. Not only has she searched around the village, but she has also been in and out of a number of caves. She mostly only stops her search to check back in on either Angel or McCoy. The former, she will make sure there's always a cup of blood at hand. The latter? Expect a semi-frequent plate of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches--with the crusts cut off--by your bedside.

If anyone wants to stop her and ask her what she's doing/tell her to get some rest/offer help, just grab onto her during one of her sweeps. Fred or Wes? When/if you want Buffy to successfully find you, tag back and she'll show up.]