Room 415, Sunday Afternoon
Now that they could actually communicate with the outside world again, there were phone calls of the Watcher-y, worried variety to field, and that was where all of Kennedy's morning had gone: explaining to Constance exactly what had gone on, and then yielding to having her brain thoroughly picked about every detail of that labyrinth that she could possibly remember.
It was fair, though; she got information too. Rumblings about the Council being concerned about things going on in Sunnydale, to the point where active research was involved and yes, Constance was in on some of that. And plenty of email in her inbox: a link to a news article on that meteor a few weeks ago, with some scans of old texts on Queller demons attached, but mostly a number of scans and links to articles about the spike in psych ward admissions in Sunnydale hospitals.
That was weird, and if she thought about it she'd been seeing references to those all year, but if there was a connection to be made there Kennedy still didn't get it.
...which didn't stop her from sprawling on her stomach to read through all those articles, frowning at her laptop screen as she did, with her bare feet kicked up in the air and a noisy punk playlist cranking from the iPhone stereo dock on her nightstand. Not to mention a large box of assorted pastries from J,GoB; this was boring work. Snacks were required.
[[mostly, the meme reminded me that it's been a while since i've done a time-tracky post. but the post, like the door, is open, though i'll be afk after 5-ish pst.]]
It was fair, though; she got information too. Rumblings about the Council being concerned about things going on in Sunnydale, to the point where active research was involved and yes, Constance was in on some of that. And plenty of email in her inbox: a link to a news article on that meteor a few weeks ago, with some scans of old texts on Queller demons attached, but mostly a number of scans and links to articles about the spike in psych ward admissions in Sunnydale hospitals.
That was weird, and if she thought about it she'd been seeing references to those all year, but if there was a connection to be made there Kennedy still didn't get it.
...which didn't stop her from sprawling on her stomach to read through all those articles, frowning at her laptop screen as she did, with her bare feet kicked up in the air and a noisy punk playlist cranking from the iPhone stereo dock on her nightstand. Not to mention a large box of assorted pastries from J,GoB; this was boring work. Snacks were required.
[[mostly, the meme reminded me that it's been a while since i've done a time-tracky post. but the post, like the door, is open, though i'll be afk after 5-ish pst.]]