At The DMV
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catkoAt the DMV
Rating: PG
Words: 450
Summary: Crossover with Reaper (Season 2 premieres March 3!) in which Sam Oliver and his friends capture Escaped Souls from Hell in everyday vessels, and turn them in to the DMV, which is a Portal of Hell staffed by the demon Gladys. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fantas_magoria , What’s My Line I.
Author’s Note: Crossovers are hard! All Reaper is inspired by the crew atreaperdmv . All Buffy is thanks to the fantastic fantasmagorians. It’s nice to be back!
Buffy: It's all mootville for me. No matter what my aptitude test says, we already know my deal.
Willow: You're not even a teensy weensy bit curious about what kind of career you could've had? I mean, if you weren't already the Slayer and all.
Buffy: Do the words 'sealed in fate' ring any bells for you, Will? Why go there?
Xander: You know, with that kind of attitude, you could've had a bright future as an employee at the DMV.
--from What’s My Line Part I
I. He stops the car with a lurch. Ergh. Just the sight of the ugly building gives him the willies, dunno why. Looks up out the window at the tall man with glasses and a clipboard.. “Mr…Oliver? I’ll be performing your driving test today. Here’s the form. I'll just get in the car.” Sam takes a deep breath as the man gets in the passenger seat. Relax! Mr.—looks down at the form—Alexander Harris here looks like he’s never known a crazy, unpredictable moment in his life. Take it easy—don’t shake him up. He turns toward the man, tries to lighten the tension. “Guess you drew the short straw to get this job!” Geesh! Dumb! The man suddenly quirks a smile. “As long as I'm cool and wield some kind of power.” Sam stares. “Never mind, son,” the man says. “Never mind. Pull ahead and let’s start with a three-point turn.”
II. Shifting from foot to foot, she reflects that, of all the jobs she’d had, this was hardest on the body. Flipping over headstones? Swinging an axe? Lofting a crossbow? Slinging “burgers”? Nothing compared to standing behind a counter all day. Hell on the thighs, she thinks, rubbing her own. It was a quiet life, yet she can find some pleasure in it. Yeah, saving the world from improperly completed forms, bounced checks, expired tags. She takes a quick glance at the line in front of the window, snaking around the grim interior. Ooh, cute threesome there at the front. What’s that one carrying, a Dirt Devil? Curious. She considers them briefly, then shrugs, pulling out the sign that says “Next Window Please.” Proceeds to file her nails. What the hey. No big deal to keep people waiting. It’s not like it’s an epic battle between good and evil or anything.
III. Gladys slumps at the scarred wood table and tries to conjure up a glare, but the best she can do is a half-masted scowl. Once she had been a glorious winged creature, soaring through the heavens. Then, the Fall, tumbling forever through murky odiferous sulphur, heat rising, flailing deeper and deeper. Burning for another eternity. Then, chosen by the Boss in his suit and tie to do duty on Earth. Pink-collar Hell, low-level bureaucrat, all day surrounded by human misery. But here, in the smell of chalk and dust and sweat, she finds another circle of Hades. “Next,” she drones, as a perky, pastel-clothed, soft-skinned and toothy human sashays toward her table. “Interested in a career at the DMV, miss? Complete this form, please.” Recruiting innocent teenagers to toil in a soul-sucking, faceless bureaucracy? A demonic smile plays around her lips. Now that is doing the Devil’s work.
Rating: PG
Words: 450
Summary: Crossover with Reaper (Season 2 premieres March 3!) in which Sam Oliver and his friends capture Escaped Souls from Hell in everyday vessels, and turn them in to the DMV, which is a Portal of Hell staffed by the demon Gladys. For
fantas_magoria , What’s My Line I.Author’s Note: Crossovers are hard! All Reaper is inspired by the crew at
reaperdmv . All Buffy is thanks to the fantastic fantasmagorians. It’s nice to be back!Buffy: It's all mootville for me. No matter what my aptitude test says, we already know my deal.
Willow: You're not even a teensy weensy bit curious about what kind of career you could've had? I mean, if you weren't already the Slayer and all.
Buffy: Do the words 'sealed in fate' ring any bells for you, Will? Why go there?
Xander: You know, with that kind of attitude, you could've had a bright future as an employee at the DMV.
--from What’s My Line Part I
I. He stops the car with a lurch. Ergh. Just the sight of the ugly building gives him the willies, dunno why. Looks up out the window at the tall man with glasses and a clipboard.. “Mr…Oliver? I’ll be performing your driving test today. Here’s the form. I'll just get in the car.” Sam takes a deep breath as the man gets in the passenger seat. Relax! Mr.—looks down at the form—Alexander Harris here looks like he’s never known a crazy, unpredictable moment in his life. Take it easy—don’t shake him up. He turns toward the man, tries to lighten the tension. “Guess you drew the short straw to get this job!” Geesh! Dumb! The man suddenly quirks a smile. “As long as I'm cool and wield some kind of power.” Sam stares. “Never mind, son,” the man says. “Never mind. Pull ahead and let’s start with a three-point turn.”
II. Shifting from foot to foot, she reflects that, of all the jobs she’d had, this was hardest on the body. Flipping over headstones? Swinging an axe? Lofting a crossbow? Slinging “burgers”? Nothing compared to standing behind a counter all day. Hell on the thighs, she thinks, rubbing her own. It was a quiet life, yet she can find some pleasure in it. Yeah, saving the world from improperly completed forms, bounced checks, expired tags. She takes a quick glance at the line in front of the window, snaking around the grim interior. Ooh, cute threesome there at the front. What’s that one carrying, a Dirt Devil? Curious. She considers them briefly, then shrugs, pulling out the sign that says “Next Window Please.” Proceeds to file her nails. What the hey. No big deal to keep people waiting. It’s not like it’s an epic battle between good and evil or anything.
III. Gladys slumps at the scarred wood table and tries to conjure up a glare, but the best she can do is a half-masted scowl. Once she had been a glorious winged creature, soaring through the heavens. Then, the Fall, tumbling forever through murky odiferous sulphur, heat rising, flailing deeper and deeper. Burning for another eternity. Then, chosen by the Boss in his suit and tie to do duty on Earth. Pink-collar Hell, low-level bureaucrat, all day surrounded by human misery. But here, in the smell of chalk and dust and sweat, she finds another circle of Hades. “Next,” she drones, as a perky, pastel-clothed, soft-skinned and toothy human sashays toward her table. “Interested in a career at the DMV, miss? Complete this form, please.” Recruiting innocent teenagers to toil in a soul-sucking, faceless bureaucracy? A demonic smile plays around her lips. Now that is doing the Devil’s work.
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