[ action ] taking place just before and just after 4th Wall

[markofthebrave]

[Katara has now had some time to adjust to this strange new place. She's stalked the people she supposedly knows. She's read back in the book. She's gone so far as to attempt the new technology that would take her to the ocean and back and found how truly trapped they were.

Now that everything was a little less raw, the crushing certainty that she was trapped here with people who claimed to know her, people who claimed to be her family, demanded a response.

She couldn't just run away. It was a failing of hers. The only reason she'd run was if it was to form a better plan of attack. But how could you attack when the threat was... being known? Or... being known enough. There were questions and she wanted answers.

So while Katara wasn't overtly looking for anyone who claimed to know her, she was willing to let herself be found, and wandered into places where that would be quite easy.]

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28th

[herotypical]

...Buffy Summers was glancing her way through a magazine. And why not? It was a slow day at the bar, especially for a day after a Shift. For surely only a shift could account for all those missing hours. Shared missing hours, if everyone else was to be believed.

But at the sound of the door opening, she stood up straight and caught sight of the new arrival and...

"Katara." Hesitant. Just a little uncertain.

28th

[markofthebrave]

Oh. She remembered this one.

"Yes."

Though what that admission would cost back home...

[herotypical]

"Are you--?"

Normal was not the socially accepted thing to ask after, she supposed. So Buffy frowned and tried again, leaning her elbows on the bar's counter. "How are you?"

[markofthebrave]

"...not the person you remember, I think," she said carefully.

[herotypical]

...Darn. Buffy gave herself a moment to wallow in that disappointment before locking it away. Unknown or not, she felt she should be passably courteous to this version of her friend.

"Eh. That's alright. Easy come, easy go. Can I get you something to drink?"

[markofthebrave]

Katara spoke carefully, feeling her way over the ice, "Something warm would be nice."

[herotypical]

"In that case? Something warm you will have. Not to sweet, right?"

She offered out the knowledge-tidbit like an olive branch, still nervous that she might spook the girl.