[Buffy is out in her finest fall fashions, today. Bundled under one arm is a pile of flyers and she has a staple gun gainfully employed in her opposite hand. Any building that will allow her to work her PR skills will now be sporting a ( cute little advertisement )

In the village centre, Buffy stands make to admire her sign-making abilities. And to scan the thing once again for any possible errors. Then, with a triumphant nod of her head, the Slayer is off to busy herself with something that hopefully won't involve agonizing over the disastrous happenings of the warping experiment; however, it's hard to get Xander's reaction to popping in on her and Spike out of her mind.

She grabs a booth at Good Spirits -- off duty, but she likes it there. Buffy opens up her journal and decides to distract herself with a little harmless chatter.]

So I'm late on the trigger but--hey to all of you rookies that I haven't had the fortune, good or otherwise, to meet already. I'm Buffy Summers and, as much as it paints me to admit it? I think I can be classified as some kind of Luceti veteran. Others have been here longer, of course...[ugh, that was a depressing subject. Change it.]

Oh, h-hey! Can anyone here make a pumpkin pie from scratch? I willingly admit to really not being the keenest student, but surely you can still teach a bad cook new tricks. Right? [Quieter:] Fall might as well be synonymous with pumpkin pies. Oh--and spiced chai lattes.

[Threatening to spill over into babble-kingdom, Buffy shuts up--waits for any conversation partners.]

(ooc; If you are looking to sign your character up for the fight school, please sign up OOCLY! Credit for the flyer code goes here.)