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WHO: Tex and Buffy
WHAT: Tex has the van keys and Buffy needs them in order to save the library survivors.
WHERE: The mall food court if anyone wants to say they had witnessed this beautiful mess.
WHEN: Beginning of week 4.
NOTES: Winner takes all. And by all I mean the keys and the van. That's it.

What should have only taken Buffy ten minutes at most, or so she thinks, has actually taken her over forty five minutes. She'd been rushing around the mall in desperate search of Tex the entire time. Well to be more precise; the key, which Tex is in possession of. At least Buffy is hoping Tex is. Otherwise this was going to suck ten times harder. Although given their situations that was probably what whatever higher power was counting on, right? The more difficult their lives were here the better entertainment? Something like it she's betting. Goddamn assholes.

Thankfully she wasn't going to have to wait much longer to find out the answer to whether or not Tex had the key because when Buffy rounds the corner leading from one of the corridors to the food court she spots her. A wave of relief washes over Buffy as takes in a deep breath and throws her arms up in the air before flailing them.

"TEX!!" She shouts from across the food court, arms still trying to get Tex's attention, "HEEEEEEY TEEEEEEX!" And another shout even as she rushes the distance to catch up.

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It's not that Tex has been hiding or anything, because she hasn't. She's just been keeping constantly on the move, checking on everyone, making sure things are well, and the fire in the mall was a big distraction, too. She wasn't aware Buffy had been trying to get a hold of her. She'd only been located because she stopped to get something to eat.

Now she raises an eyebrow in response to Buffy's display and stands up. She has a pretzel and a soda on the table, but those can be ignored until she's free to get back to them.

"What's going on?" she asks.

Buffy was, plain and simple, slower than she was used to being when it came to running and tracking. Which was nice to know now rather than later when she might be running for her life instead of some keys. And it was also the reason why it took her so long to find Tex, nothing of the other's fault.

"Nothing going on." Came the huffed answer when she finally stops in front of Tex's table, panting some and bending over to brace her hands to her knees in effort to catch her breath. Running sucked. Why in any world would people do this for fun?

"But keys." Another deep breath and she caught it long enough to answer in detail, "Please tell me you have the van keys because I really need them." Buffy has a lot riding on the answer being a yes and the automatic assumption that the yes would immediately be followed by the handing over of said keys.

She's not crazy, just hopeful.

Straightening back up she moves her hands to the small of her back, eyes darting to the table, specifically the pretzel. "I'm surprised the food here isn't as bad as it could be. Considering everything else sucks about this stupid place." A grumbled observation as an idea hits her then. Bringing food along would be a smart move in case the library survivors and her ended up stranded somewhere en route back to the mall. The likelihood of something along those lines happening is greater than it not.

Something had told her to expect this. She knows what it's for. But she tilts her head slightly, as if befuddled at the request.

"The keys? What for?"

She knows this is going to come down to her holding out on giving the keys up, and the fact that she feels so strongly about this doesn't seem to make sense—why shouldn't they go out and save other survivors? Why shouldn't they gather up the people in the library and save them too? But she does feel strongly, for some reason, that the van should remain here and that no one should go out in the fog.