"I'm looking for a good book -- I guess a biography? For a long car ride," Angela said slowly, eyes perusing the shelves. "But, um, I also wanted to say hi."
She considered how to explain how she knew who Giles was and gave up. "I'm a friend of Angel's. I was in England and I got to see the Watchers' offices. Thanks for sending us there."
A biography? "Hmmm. That would depend. What kind of things are you interested in? Biographies can be tricky to recommend. For example, if you're a J. D. Salinger fan, recommending Obstinate Heart, a biography of Jane Austen, is probably a very bad idea."
When Angela told her who she was, Giles's forehead wrinkled briefly, but was replaced by a bland, neutral expression.
"He's very important to some people who are very dear to me. I was glad to help in any way I could," he said stiffly.
Then he looked pained.
"Er, the offices--they weren't...damaged or anything, were they? Andrew promised me he'd take care of them, but sometimes his...experiments can get out of hand."
"Oh! Well, then," Giles said with a conspiratorial smile, "I highly recommend Obstinate Heart. It's not very long, but extremely insightful."
"Yes, I warned Xander that the collection was somewhat abbreviated--
"Waitaminute. What watcher's house?"
[ooc: sure, no problem. :) Especially since this gives me a chance to set up a plot in which that rat Roger stole some books from the original Council and saw no need to give them to the New Council...]
Angela took the Austen biography off the shelf and weighed it in her hands, reading hte back cover.
"Um, Roger Wyndam-Pryce's house," she said, making a face. "His son Wesley went here last semester. This girl Amanda told us he had all the really good books."
"Roger? But he's not a--" That great sodding BASTARD! I knew Andrew wouldn't have the strength of character to tell the great pompous oaf to bugger off. Giles took a deep breath. Xander was still in charge, and would come in from where ever he was and put Roger in his place if he got too out of hand. Giles would have words with him as well. What the hell was he doing with books that belonged to the Council in his own home? Unless, of course, they predated the explosion and Roger just happened to forget to mention them...
Perhaps it's time I dropped bug in the Upper Council's collective ear about how much free time Roger seems to have. And about his problems sharing and playing well with others.
This line of vindictive thought (which was about thirty years in the making) was cut short as the end of Angela's statement sank through.
The book fell out of Angela's hands and thudded to the floor. "It must be someone different," she said. "I mean, dead people don't just -- hang around and tak to me."
"Four dollars. And if you ever want more information on what we've talked about, feel free to stop by." Giles wrapped the book in brown paper and handed it to her.
[ooc: Probably. Sorry about the extreme slow play.]
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She considered how to explain how she knew who Giles was and gave up. "I'm a friend of Angel's. I was in England and I got to see the Watchers' offices. Thanks for sending us there."
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When Angela told her who she was, Giles's forehead wrinkled briefly, but was replaced by a bland, neutral expression.
"He's very important to some people who are very dear to me. I was glad to help in any way I could," he said stiffly.
Then he looked pained.
"Er, the offices--they weren't...damaged or anything, were they? Andrew promised me he'd take care of them, but sometimes his...experiments can get out of hand."
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"The offices were fine, I guess," she said. "The good books weren't there, though. We had to go to this Watcher's House."
[OOC: Ack! Heading offline for the night, okay to pick this up tomorrow?]
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"Yes, I warned Xander that the collection was somewhat abbreviated--
"Waitaminute. What watcher's house?"
[ooc: sure, no problem. :) Especially since this gives me a chance to set up a plot in which that rat Roger stole some books from the original Council and saw no need to give them to the New Council...]
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"Um, Roger Wyndam-Pryce's house," she said, making a face. "His son Wesley went here last semester. This girl Amanda told us he had all the really good books."
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"Roger? But he's not a--" That great sodding BASTARD! I knew Andrew wouldn't have the strength of character to tell the great pompous oaf to bugger off. Giles took a deep breath. Xander was still in charge, and would come in from where ever he was and put Roger in his place if he got too out of hand. Giles would have words with him as well. What the hell was he doing with books that belonged to the Council in his own home? Unless, of course, they predated the explosion and Roger just happened to forget to mention them...
Perhaps it's time I dropped bug in the Upper Council's collective ear about how much free time Roger seems to have. And about his problems sharing and playing well with others.
This line of vindictive thought (which was about thirty years in the making) was cut short as the end of Angela's statement sank through.
"Amanda? Who's she? Did Andrew hire someone?"
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"A tall girl? Long, straight brown hair?"
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"You know her?"
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"I-I did. She was a Sla--Potential. A potential vampire Slayer." Giles didn't know how to put it gently, so he just put it.
"She's dead."
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"Well, that depends. Have you ever seen things that other people didn't?"
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She rubbed her forehead. "I need time to think about this. And I need to pack to go home. How much for the book?"
[OOC: Sorry, figure we should probably wrap this.]
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[ooc: Probably. Sorry about the extreme slow play.]
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