Room 415, Tuesday Midday
Her roommate was just gone. Abruptly, just like that, on graduation night; Kennedy had to admit she was going to miss the big grumpy guy. She hadn't gotten around to rearranging the room yet, either, because it was mildly depressing.
At least it was Tuesday. Somehow it had become a routine that Tuesdays were when Kennedy made her weekly check-in calls to Constance. No idea why, but as far as she was concerned these phone calls were a two-way street-- if Constance was going to get information out of her, she was going to do her best to get information out of her Watcher. Not that there'd been much to get besides ridiculous back-page newspaper blurbs ever since the Slayer stopped talking to the Council, and since shortly before Kennedy had headed to Fandom, even that had gotten less substantial. There'd been a report of three hostile gang members holding parishioners at a church hostage at the end of February, but other than that? It drove Constance about as crazy as it did Kennedy, which was saying something, and Kennedy's persistent attempts at getting every last detail weren't helping. She supposed she could've tried to get information out of Buffy over the weekend, but she'd gotten distracted by giving Buffy attitude instead. Oops for lost opportunities.
Today's phone call, which as usual involved Kennedy sprawled out on her bed with the phone to her ear (though staring at the empty other side of the room was new), wasn't any different.
"There's been nothing for weeks, and I doubt the recent report about an out-of-control fraternity party means a thing," Constance was saying in a tone so exasperated Kennedy could picture her perfectly, shoulders drawn in and lips pursed, drumming her fingers against her elbow. "Whatever activity is going on around the Hellmouth at all these days has been kept astoundingly well under wraps."
"But there's gotta be something," Kennedy pressed, rolling over onto her stomach and kicking her feet up in the air. Wow, she'd gotten her Watcher to sigh heavily and mutter something under her breath that might almost be swearing. Cool.
"To the best of my ability to ascertain based on our limited sources," Constance said, the words very clipped, "nothing, Kennedy. There have been no details that suggest any of the incidents occurring near the Hellmouth warrant further examination."
Kennedy rolled her eyes. "Don't you think that sounds kinda suspicious, though? No news cannot possibly be good news when we're talking about the Hellmouth, especially this time of year if the pattern holds up." Yeah, she'd kept track of this stuff for four years. Shut up, she was still not a geek.
"Then consider that your lesson for the day, young lady," Constance nearly snapped. "Should you ever be called as the Slayer, stay on the watch for suspicious lulls in activity. However, as that is not currently your job, unless you have a heretofore undiscovered talent for electrical engineering and can prove to me that there was something suspicious about a citywide blackout originating from somewhere on the UC Sunnydale campus, I feel it's safe to say that nothing relevant to your interests or training has taken place recently."
"You're no fun, Constance," Kennedy grumbled. "Talk to you next week."
[[...sometimes i think i'm hilarious. i have no excuse. shut up, i didn't write this post up like a month ago when the joke occurred to me or anything. rly. it's not my fault that was the first good outside time-tracking reference point for a good long while. freaking s4. but door and post are open.]]
At least it was Tuesday. Somehow it had become a routine that Tuesdays were when Kennedy made her weekly check-in calls to Constance. No idea why, but as far as she was concerned these phone calls were a two-way street-- if Constance was going to get information out of her, she was going to do her best to get information out of her Watcher. Not that there'd been much to get besides ridiculous back-page newspaper blurbs ever since the Slayer stopped talking to the Council, and since shortly before Kennedy had headed to Fandom, even that had gotten less substantial. There'd been a report of three hostile gang members holding parishioners at a church hostage at the end of February, but other than that? It drove Constance about as crazy as it did Kennedy, which was saying something, and Kennedy's persistent attempts at getting every last detail weren't helping. She supposed she could've tried to get information out of Buffy over the weekend, but she'd gotten distracted by giving Buffy attitude instead. Oops for lost opportunities.
Today's phone call, which as usual involved Kennedy sprawled out on her bed with the phone to her ear (though staring at the empty other side of the room was new), wasn't any different.
"There's been nothing for weeks, and I doubt the recent report about an out-of-control fraternity party means a thing," Constance was saying in a tone so exasperated Kennedy could picture her perfectly, shoulders drawn in and lips pursed, drumming her fingers against her elbow. "Whatever activity is going on around the Hellmouth at all these days has been kept astoundingly well under wraps."
"But there's gotta be something," Kennedy pressed, rolling over onto her stomach and kicking her feet up in the air. Wow, she'd gotten her Watcher to sigh heavily and mutter something under her breath that might almost be swearing. Cool.
"To the best of my ability to ascertain based on our limited sources," Constance said, the words very clipped, "nothing, Kennedy. There have been no details that suggest any of the incidents occurring near the Hellmouth warrant further examination."
Kennedy rolled her eyes. "Don't you think that sounds kinda suspicious, though? No news cannot possibly be good news when we're talking about the Hellmouth, especially this time of year if the pattern holds up." Yeah, she'd kept track of this stuff for four years. Shut up, she was still not a geek.
"Then consider that your lesson for the day, young lady," Constance nearly snapped. "Should you ever be called as the Slayer, stay on the watch for suspicious lulls in activity. However, as that is not currently your job, unless you have a heretofore undiscovered talent for electrical engineering and can prove to me that there was something suspicious about a citywide blackout originating from somewhere on the UC Sunnydale campus, I feel it's safe to say that nothing relevant to your interests or training has taken place recently."
"You're no fun, Constance," Kennedy grumbled. "Talk to you next week."
[[...sometimes i think i'm hilarious. i have no excuse. shut up, i didn't write this post up like a month ago when the joke occurred to me or anything. rly. it's not my fault that was the first good outside time-tracking reference point for a good long while. freaking s4. but door and post are open.]]