Isabel was excited about the possibility of moving. The house was full to bursting, and eight kinds of tension bubbled through the air. She couldn't identify most of it, but wherever it came from, the place had gotten more and more uncomfortable over the last week. Michael had been stalling about moving into Ben's other house--she figured he didn't want to be a mooch. When Ben mentioned the friend in need of employees, it seemed like the perfect solution. No working for random people who needed full names and Social Security Numbers, and a little apartment to go along with it.
Yes, she was excited. And intrigued a moment after she and Michael entered the shop. This place looked...different. She looked around for the owner.
Michael followed Isabel into the shop. He was instantly curious about all the odd-looking items, but figured with the little bit that he'd been told, he'd better not touch until he had a better idea of what was what.
Yeah, like that was going to stop him. He stepped over to the nearest shelf, and began to browse. Several very old-looking items. A few bottles, some items that looked a lot like unidentifiable parts of unknown critters.
Michael was going to break something. She just knew he would. Break something and bring Armageddon, knowing him. But she doesn't say anything, instead turns to the blonde woman smiling helpfully at her.
"We're looking for Anya...?" What else is there to say? We're the aliens is maybe a little forward. "Ben sent us."
He continued to browse, hoping Isabel wasn't looking. He was far too fascinated at this point. He reached out to touch one of the... thingies(technical term)... with one finger.
He stopped just short when he heard the voice, and turned when Isabel began to speak.
"And yes. I could use some more help. I have one part time employee now, and he's wonderful, but he can't be here evenings or weekends and I have to study sometime. We're only open until six or seven, so it's not like late night evenings. Just." She shrugs. "I used to do this by myself or with just one other person. But being in school full time makes that hard."
She nods her head toward the stairs in the back. "There's a two bedroom flat up there. Kitchen's in the back. It's been empty since I moved out."
Michael does have a point. It looks like a fun place to work. There's something on a shelf marked with a familiar-looking spiral...
"School. I definitely understand--all the professors seem to think that the only thing you have to do is study for their class. So totally unfair."
She looks around. Everything seems so perfect. But the whole job thing makes her nervous. She's sure she could do it, really, but since she's never had one it's hard to know what to expect.
"So, um, should we fill out applications? Provide references? How does this work?"
Anya looks at them both a bit blankly. "Ben sent you...That's all the reference I need. Despite his abysmal taste in men, he does tend to have excellent taste in other things. He wouldn't have suggested you if he didn't think you would work out because he doesn't want to get on my bad side."
This last is said with another cheerful smile.
"Can you be nice to people and sell things? And what do you know about magick?"
Anya frowns just a bit. "Well, Buffy didn't know anything either. Nor could she sell things or be very helpful, though she tried."
She looks at them for a long minute, then nods. "I can teach you what you need to know. The most important things are what not to sell people together to prevent the end of the world. The rest of it...well, people come in asking for spells and ingredients and such. I can teach you that and give you good reference books to read."
End of the world? Sounds bad. Definitely worth studying up for this job.
"We'll work really hard, we promise."
She's really getting enthusiastic about the whole endeavor. She's missed learning new things. And the chance to even pick up a little magick? Totally cool.
"Thank you, so much. I can't even tell you how much we appreciate this."
Yes, she was excited. And intrigued a moment after she and Michael entered the shop. This place looked...different. She looked around for the owner.
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Yeah, like that was going to stop him. He stepped over to the nearest shelf, and began to browse. Several very old-looking items. A few bottles, some items that looked a lot like unidentifiable parts of unknown critters.
Sweet. This was going to be entertaining.
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"Can I help you?" she asked cheerfully, with a bright smile. Just in case. They could be customers, after all.
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"We're looking for Anya...?" What else is there to say? We're the aliens is maybe a little forward. "Ben sent us."
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He stopped just short when he heard the voice, and turned when Isabel began to speak.
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"Of course. Isabel and Michael, right?"
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She stares at Michael, slightly irritated, sending him the strongest quit fooling around and get over here vibes she can muster.
"He told us you were looking for part-time employees? And that you had a place we could rent?" It still sounds too good to be true.
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"This place has got to be totally cool to work in." He gives Anya his best 'I'm a good boy' smile.
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"And yes. I could use some more help. I have one part time employee now, and he's wonderful, but he can't be here evenings or weekends and I have to study sometime. We're only open until six or seven, so it's not like late night evenings. Just." She shrugs. "I used to do this by myself or with just one other person. But being in school full time makes that hard."
She nods her head toward the stairs in the back. "There's a two bedroom flat up there. Kitchen's in the back. It's been empty since I moved out."
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"School. I definitely understand--all the professors seem to think that the only thing you have to do is study for their class. So totally unfair."
She looks around. Everything seems so perfect. But the whole job thing makes her nervous. She's sure she could do it, really, but since she's never had one it's hard to know what to expect.
"So, um, should we fill out applications? Provide references? How does this work?"
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He folds his arms in front of him defensively.
Damn. This would be such a sweet set-up, too. No commuting to work, interesting stuff to fiddle with. Oh well.
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This last is said with another cheerful smile.
"Can you be nice to people and sell things? And what do you know about magick?"
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"Yes, yes, and..." Not a damned thing. But try to be positive. "We're willing to learn." Hopeful.
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"Yeah... um. Nothing about magick. But like Isabel said, we're willing to learn. And are pretty quick learners." Another smile.
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She looks at them for a long minute, then nods. "I can teach you what you need to know. The most important things are what not to sell people together to prevent the end of the world. The rest of it...well, people come in asking for spells and ingredients and such. I can teach you that and give you good reference books to read."
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"We'll work really hard, we promise."
She's really getting enthusiastic about the whole endeavor. She's missed learning new things. And the chance to even pick up a little magick? Totally cool.
"Thank you, so much. I can't even tell you how much we appreciate this."
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