Once they regained their original bodies, the Scooby Gang reacted in their usual ways, which they'd become accustomed to after transforming back from the Inferior Five. In no particular order:
Buffy and Willow quickly snatched their hands away from clasping the other's fingers, and they both anxiously patted themselves, all over their faces and down their bodies. Simultaneously giving sincere sighs of relief, the two girls then went on to the next step. Buffy spun away from the others, doing a few graceful dance moves and several martial arts katas along the warehouse floor, until she'd finally reassured herself that her body was once more as agile and under control as it'd been since becoming the Slayer.
Willow ignored Buffy's physical workout, to instead stand there with her eyes firmly squeezed shut, as this young woman vowed under her breath, "A salad with a glass of water for lunch tomorrow, and don't you forget it!"
Rupert Giles was also privately muttering to himself in absolute disbelief, "Good Lord, man, you did all that tonight, and your only concern now is a splinter possibly becoming a medical emergency?"
Xander and Harmony weren't paying any attention to their comrades. Instead, these teenagers had promptly grabbed each other in a tight hug, and then the pair made a determined effort to tie their tongues together in a double carrick bend knot. After several more blissful moments for their reunion, the couple now reluctantly stopped kissing and they came up for air, also ending their embrace. Though, they continued to hold hands while looking beyond at where three people across from them were presently glowering at their affectionate actions.
"It's times like this I feel really good about dumping your whole comic book collection into a bonfire after Halloween," grumbled Buffy, who'd finished her exercises to stand besides a librarian continuing to shoot his disapproving glance towards a smirking Harmony and Xander.
This young man immediately snarked back at the Slayer, "Hey, a few weeks ago, you and Wils were willing enough to go along when I suggested we dress up as a superhero team! In fact, even the G-man here grabbed right away at the chance to pay back Snyder for volunteering him, too! I remember just fine everybody agreeing to wear whatever me and Harm picked out before we left for the new costume shop in town to buy our outfits!"
"You somehow forgot to tell us until right before we needed to put on the costumes that Willow and I had to dress up as guys!" Buffy hollered, who went on to indignantly snarl, "At least you, Harmony, and Giles managed to stay the same gender!"
Clearing his throat, Giles contributed his own aggravated protest, "Truly, I wasn't too happy at that point over being an archer possessing the name of 'White Feather' and wearing a bright-yellow costume, all symbols of ultimate cowardice!"
Now standing next to Buffy, a grouchy Willow then joined the argument, which had basically been going on ever since the end of October, "Yeah! I thought we'd be the Avengers, with me as the Scarlet Witch, or Marvel Girl from the X-Men!"
Enjoying this a little too much, Xander sardonically pointed out to his fuming redhaired friend, "When we were little kids, you didn't mind reading all our comics then, even the ones Jesse and me had from the sixties. Not to mention that dancing around the bonfire and chanting 'Burn, baby, burn!' when Buffy threw my collection in there was kinda going a bit far, Wils."
"No," Willow countered sweetly, "Shoving you into the fire and roasting marshmallows over your combusting corpse would've been the teensiest overreaction. Even after being changed by Chaos magic into an overweight masculine character from probably the silliest superhero group ever created!"
An annoyed Harmony then defended her snickering boyfriend, while also reminding his attacker of something she'd managed to overlook, "Willow, be polite! Besides, I thought you liked Herman!"
Feeling a little chagrined over her recent snappishness, which had made someone else currently in her mind very uncomfortable, Willow blushed, and then she mumbled, "Well, yes, I do. I'm just mad at Xan, okay? Not you, Herman."
There was a moment's pause among the small gathering there, while everyone else then discreetly checked that their new passengers in their heads since Halloween night were still there and following the group's squabble. They were, indeed. Just like the Scooby Gang became confined into the Inferior Five's minds when the superheroes transformed from the Sunnydale residents by these five humans chanting the bumbling quintet's team name when everyone was in physical contact with each other. It worked just as successfully the other way around, as seen by their recent actions after defeating Spike and his monstrous associates in the warehouse, with the Inferior Five changing back after doing the same thing into four California high school students and a British librarian.
Both groups had been unable to find out exactly why they were the only ones in Sunnydale still affected several weeks after the meddling by a Chaos mage on Halloween, though Giles had his suspicions. With seemingly no other choice except for just having to live with it for now, everybody tried their best to get along with their mental companions. Fortunately for the sanity of all there, it was soon discovered that the other entity inside the presently-existing person could withdraw deeper into their shared consciousness for a certain amount of time and shut out any exterior stimuli. Which thankfully provided a modicum of privacy for the other individual walking around in the real world.
This was found out quickly enough for Buffy and Leander, plus Willow and Herman, to prevent these four people from expiring in sheer shared embarrassment. Just because half of them were fictional comic book characters, it didn't mean the guys trapped inside a pair of young girls' bodies actually wanted to live through what these female teenagers experienced for certain parts of the day. Nor, when sufficient time had passed, for a good part of a specific week.
The Sunnydale girls themselves were more than glad to avert their awareness over some necessary actions done by these adult males, when those Inferior Five associates were out and about. Though, during a wary conversation held between Buffy and Willow, when both were absolutely sure their companions had mentally withdrawn, both young ladies blushingly confirmed that unlike what the comics ever showed, those guys' superhero costumes definitely possessed working zipper flies.
Trying not to think about this right now, Willow hastily cast around for something to divert her newest acquaintance's attention. Blurting out an idle notion she'd come up with several days earlier, the Jewish girl asked the others at large, "Say, has anybody noticed the fact the more absurd the plans are that our friends come up with, it's more likely they'll succeed?"
While everyone else there just stared in puzzlement at the red-haired teenager over this unexpected question, Giles simply sighed, to then comment in his driest tone, "I suspect the Chaos magic is still part of the Inferior Five, allowing them to accomplish whatever ridiculous strategy they conceive."
"About that, G-man," Xander interjected, "Myron wants to know if you've found out anything new which might help them get home."
The Englishman pulled a rueful face, both in reaction to his detested nickname, and also due to his upcoming response which was sure to be unsatisfactory for the leader of the superhero team. "I'm afraid there hasn't been any improvement for him since my last visit."
"Mr. Rayne's still drawing an absolute blank?" dubiously asked Willow. "Are you really sure he isn't faking his amnesia?"
Performing his most dejected shrug, Giles then pointed out, "During our - their - entry into the costume shop, and the ensuing total destruction-" Breaking off to momentarily glare, along with the others, at where a shamefaced Buffy was thoroughly studying the toes of her boots, her Watcher icily continued, "Ethan's concussion and accompanying minor skull fracture were easily verifiable by medical means, and my own magical scans showed those injuries clearly led to his memory loss of every part of my former friend's life back to just after his sixteenth birthday."
Throwing up his hands in absolute frustration, Giles went on to sourly add, "Besides, when I last saw him several days ago, he was performing for the hospital ward a rather good rendition of 'I'm Henery the Eighth, I Am.' I can positively assure you all, no sober British bloke will ever sing this again once he's passed his teenage years."
Hearing the last, Buffy sniggered for a few moments, before managing to control her hilarity. Perhaps due to receiving Giles' best evil look directed towards his Slayer. A somewhat straight-faced blonde now asked, "You still haven't told the Council about this?"
Her appointed Watcher firmly shook his head, reminding Buffy and all there, "Just as before, there's too much risk of Ethan being taken away from Sunnydale by them. If that happens, we'll probably never see him again. There'll be no chance of finding out if he recovers his memories about the Chaos magic and possibly being able to help send our, er, guests back to their home dimension."
Nodding, Buffy started to speak, "I guess- What?"
After interrupting herself, this young woman frowned off into the distance, her beautiful features at first scrunching up in perplexity, and then changing into growing interest. Before a polite inquiry could be made by any of the others about something which had lately become common amongst themselves; i.e., a mental conversation between the Sunnydalers and their new partners inside their heads, Buffy now bestowed a gimlet glance towards one of their company. She next mentioned, "Hey, guys, Leander said he overheard a pretty strange argument between two of the vamps here just before the big fight started. It had to do with the Mayor."
Simultaneously, Giles, Willow, and Harmony followed Buffy's piercing stare to add their own questioning gazes. Within these people's brains, William, Herman, and Athena also perked up with eager interest. The object of their scrutiny, one Xander Harris, simply stood there, while suddenly wearing a remarkably blank expression. This was well equal to any poker face presented by a 19th century riverboat gambler having just drawn the last ace to make his hand four of a kind during the biggest pot of the night.
