From Faith's position at the picnic table, sitting there while resting her elbows on the top of this park furniture and in turn pensively perching her chin upon her held-together clenched fists, the Slayer mused over whether she'd truly jinxed them all. From the sound of Rupert Giles' pained groan after being told of what information Faith could pass onto him regarding her latest double, this older man indeed thought so. On the other hand, Giles was probably just fuckin' jealous, what with him never having run across a single solitary lookalike for the Director of the New Council.

Nor had anyone else of the other Scoobies, and trust them, they'd all kept an eye out during the ensuing years after Xander's doppelganger first came to their attention. Except as stated before, the gang had to admit total failure in finding an alter ego for Giles. Not even Willow could imagine any reasonable explanation for this. Instead, she'd dryly reminded her friends once more that the accidental spell which created their magical lookalikes had been an utterly random event, and so the effects of this would also be completely unpredictable.

A good example was Dawn's own personal mirror image. You'd think the whole reason for this might have a bunch of Little D's out there, but they'd only ever found one of them, as in Xander's case. Well…found wasn't exactly the right word. More like plastered all over MTV in her initial music video performance celebrating a hit single screechingly delivered at full ear-splitting volume. The young pop singer pretentiously calling herself Celeste was watched on the big-screen television during her gyrations and lip-synching by the disbelieving eyes of the Scooby Gang again brought together by this latest bit of weirdness.

From where they and their friends were clustered in one of the otherwise deserted recreation rooms provided for the castle personnel to kick back and relax, Buffy put a comforting arm around Dawn's slumping shoulders while the pair of women sat side-by-side on their couch in the Scottish headquarters. Whispering sympathetically into her sister's ear, the older sibling suggested to the girl with her face buried in her hands, "Look, Dawnie, this might not be all that bad. Maybe nobody's watching her-"

Dawn's head snapped up, to then furiously shriek right into Buffy's startled features, "That's MTV International! The whole world's watching!"

"Wait a second," Xander looked up from his laptop to stare in confusion at the big-screen tv against the far wall, now thankfully set at mute. He blinked at a very close-up shot of the sudden lascivious licking of her lips done by someone he had clear (if false) memories of baby-sitting in her Toy Story jammies. Despite himself, Xander had to look over at where Dawn was sitting…and gazing back at him with a truly baleful expression threatening this man with bloody death and dismemberment. If he didn't at once stop thinking those thoughts she damned well knew he was considering at this moment.

Turning bright red, Xander hastily switched his attention back to the tv, gesturing at this also. Frowning, he pointed out, "That video's been on the air for two weeks now. How come nobody here mentioned it to you before? You can't tell me the baby Slayers all gave up their MTV for Lent!"

In his own armchair with a hand wearily clapped over his eyes to shield himself from that unspeakable spectacle, Rupert Giles' mouth tightened in deliberation. He ventured, "Perhaps they thought Dawn already knew? Or, more likely, they decided to keep silent as not to spoil the joke when she finally learned of this?"

"Gotta admire their style, if that's the way it worked out," snickered Faith. Blithely going on in the face of a dual Summers sisterly glare, the Boston native still shrugged, "Don't think so, though. I never heard a whisper of this back in Cleveland when I was training the newbies. The way they keep on jawing 'bout us, somebody shoulda let something slip."

"Wils?" tried Xander, looking at the witch sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room while floating three feet above the floor. Willow showed no indication she'd heard him. Her eyes shut in a serene face, the levitating woman's hair swirled in a backwash from the mystical energies she was currently using to find out what'd happened now.

Continuing to study the witch, the rest of the Scoobies soon couldn't help but to glance at the tv again during Celeste's big finish. Just when Faith was about to open her mouth and irreverently ask a seething Dawn if the other member of their group had that same bitchin' tat coyly peeking over the front top of the singer's ultra-low shorts, Willow unknowingly headed off a potential catfight by coming awake.

"Goddess," mildly commented Willow while looking straight into a dance pose not usually seen anywhere less private than a gynecologist's examination room. Shaking her head, the witch easily straightened out of her mid-air position into standing on her feet once more. A quick turn on her heels gratefully turned Willow's back to the television, even though it'd gone to commercials.

Before anyone else could start, Dawn begged piteously, "Willow, please tell me you can make people forget this!"

Her eyebrows rising in surprise, Willow inquired in a perfect deadpan, "What, you don't want to be a big rock star like Madonna or the Spice Girls?"

The witch's lips abruptly twitched at getting nothing in response but Dawn's most malevolent glower at this evident lack of compassion. Willow still then managed to keep herself mostly under control, but she allowed her next words to be colored with actual humor: "Oh, don't worry. Sunnydale Syndrome just struck again."

"Huh?" was chorused by all there except for a now-chuckling witch. The rest of the impatient Scoobies waited for Willow to provide a happy explanation, which eventually was delivered in thorough detail.

"It's like this, gang. The other Dawn lookalike who's calling herself Celeste, she's definitely a product of the spell the monks did. Now that I had a chance to check her out, I also discovered more info on the other spell she's got on her, the one which made people back in California cling to their total ignorance of the going-ons in my hometown. Except it's a little bit different for that singer, and you should be really glad for it, Dawnie."

Willow beamed at that named person, who simply stared back in utter bewilderment, which was shared by the entire room. Seeing this, the witch good-humoredly went on. "What it does right now is to make sure nobody connects things in their minds about those two people. You could be in a crowd of Celeste's fans, Dawn, and none of them would ever think you even look like their idol. And if somehow your doppelganger showed up here, in this castle, she could talk to everyone but us, and again, all the other Slayers and Watchers wouldn't ever link you with the celebrity they just met. That's why nobody mentioned the music video to Dawn, Xander, because they all overlooked the resemblance."

"Oh," blankly responded the one-eyed man, whose countenance quickly scrunched into worried thought, which was soon expressed. "Hey, what if our Dawnstar and Miss No-Talent encounter each other? You said before, about my double, that it'd be a bad thing-"

Willow nodded in chagrin, interrupting her friend. "Yes, the same applies with Dawn's lookalike. It wouldn't be a good idea for them to personally meet, since Dawn's Hellmouth residue might do what I warned, seriously affecting the spell which keeps Celeste thinking she's a normal person."

"Normal?!" howled Dawn, incredulously gazing around the room. She declared to the Scoobies staring at her, "You saw how she acted, heard how badly she sang! Meet her? Hell, I don't even want to think about her!" Dawn jumped to her feet off the couch, leaving Buffy behind there, to deliver one last thing at the very top of her lungs before storming out of the room, "I'm not leaving my room until I listen to the entire Beatles White Album, just to erase forever the sound of that skank out of my brain!"

For the next several minutes after Dawn's departure, there was a rather thoughtful silence in the recreation room. This was finally ended by Xander turning off the big-screen tv with the remote, and turning to face his remaining friends. His face a mask of fiendish glee, this Scooby then announced with great good cheer to the others, "For my Christmas gift to Dawn this year, I'm calling dibs on the Celeste CD. You can fight it out between yourselves over who gets her the poster, the perfume, and a signed copy of that so-called pop star's ghost-written autobiography."