Spike is currently the recipient of a Buffy Original 'What is up with your weird behavior' look. She's very carefully not commenting on the subject of 'that woman' however, as she probably doesn't want to know, and it's not her place to ask.
By now, William has found the tablet. He still can't believe that he can talk to people through it. It's so far beyond anything he's seen before. Still, he's clever enough that he can figure out what each button does, if not how they work.
"Er, yes, I did," he says, giving the woman a confused look. "Should I not have?" It might be taking the lord's name in vain, he supposes, but it's not really how he meant it.
"Well, unless you were aiming to sound like Gilesholy crap you're reflecting."
Yes, she only just noticed. She was distracted, which is absolutely a valid excuse for her tremendous lack of observational skills. "Spike, how are you reflecting?"
Clearly it's not his language with which she has a problem. And who is Giles?
"Why does everyone keep exclaiming over something as unimpressive as having a reflection? Don't you have one?" William frowns a bit. "And why do people keep saying 'Spike?' I'm sorry, Miss, but nothing anyone's said to me today makes a lick of sense, I don't know where I am, and I really should get home."
Buffy stares at him incredulously for a second, momentarily lost for words. Yes, she's grasped that he's glitching by this stage, but to what? Unless...
Wow. Well, that's... certainly a shocker, though at the same time she'd suspected as much.
"Buffy. Buffy Summers," she answers, after a moment. She's wondering what to do about this, and she's also marvelling at how utterly different Spike used to be. "I'm actually - I live in the same place as you. I could come to your room if that's--" She was about to say 'okay', but then realized that perhaps the word didn't exist in William's era. "--fine. With you. I could explain things."
William frowns. "That would hardly be appropriate. We've barely met. Even with a chaperone, people would talk. I wouldn't want to sully your reputation. Unless you're already married?" Though he would love an explanation.
"Hah!" Buffy can't help but laugh, which is probably partly a side-effect of how weirded out she is. The irony of everything William just said is extremely funny, however. They've met (and intimately), her reputation is about as sullied as it can get and her long-term relationship very recently broke down. That's a lot of irony.
"Sorry. No, I'm so very much not married." She runs a hand through her hair, trying to think of an alternate solution. "We could meet somewhere else if you prefer? A public room. One that wouldn't make people 'talk'."
Honestly, how ridiculous. It's like a first-hand history lesson.
William has no idea about what she's laughing. It seems perfectly reasonable to him. Unless she's not a lady at all, but William wouldn't be so rude as to insinuate it.
He nods. "That would be acceptable. Where should we meet?" And will he even be able to find it?
Oh yes, she's a perfect lady. ...moving on, she frowns as she tries to think of a suitable venue for their meeting.
"There's a..." Did they say 'lounge' over a century ago? God, this is going to be challenging. "There's like a... a drawing room. There's a one of those just down the hall from you. When you come out of your room, turn right. Walk down the passage, and at the end of it you should find it. I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Er, all right." It's still not exactly public, but it's better than a bedroom. If she has a chaperone, it should be fine. "I'll go over now." His clothes are still entirely unsuitable, but under the circumstances he imagines the woman will be forgiving.
She might have suggested somewhere outside, if she weren't absolutely certain that he'd get lost in the labyrinthine corridors of the castle. As it is, she has no chaperone and she's wearing jeans and a tank top. We'll see how that goes down with Mr. Victorian.
"See you soon," she nods, before leaving the tablet to go and head for the lounge. William will probably get there before her, considering her room is slightly further away than Spike's.
[ location: castle summers ]breakmychestJune 11 2010, 13:32:21 UTC
William stands stiffly in the middle of the room, hands in his pockets. He looks up when she comes in, and immediately looks down again. "I assumed you'd be wearing clothes. Have you no modesty?"
[ location: castle summers ]likeajoanJune 11 2010, 13:39:05 UTC
Buffy looks slightly confused, and glances down at what she's wearing, as if to check that she didn't accidentally leave the room naked without realizing. She looks up at William again, perplexed.
[ location: castle summers ]breakmychestJune 11 2010, 13:46:44 UTC
William kept his eyes glued firmly to the floor. "I mean, I suppose they could be your undergarments, but it's entirely inappropriate! I mean, you're practically naked!" It was far more form-fitting than anything he'd ever seen. "Your guardians let you out dressed like that?"
Spike is currently the recipient of a Buffy Original 'What is up with your weird behavior' look. She's very carefully not commenting on the subject of 'that woman' however, as she probably doesn't want to know, and it's not her place to ask.
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"Er, yes, I did," he says, giving the woman a confused look. "Should I not have?" It might be taking the lord's name in vain, he supposes, but it's not really how he meant it.
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Yes, she only just noticed. She was distracted, which is absolutely a valid excuse for her tremendous lack of observational skills. "Spike, how are you reflecting?"
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"Why does everyone keep exclaiming over something as unimpressive as having a reflection? Don't you have one?" William frowns a bit. "And why do people keep saying 'Spike?' I'm sorry, Miss, but nothing anyone's said to me today makes a lick of sense, I don't know where I am, and I really should get home."
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"What's your name?"
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"And who are you, if I may ask?"
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"Buffy. Buffy Summers," she answers, after a moment. She's wondering what to do about this, and she's also marvelling at how utterly different Spike used to be. "I'm actually - I live in the same place as you. I could come to your room if that's--" She was about to say 'okay', but then realized that perhaps the word didn't exist in William's era. "--fine. With you. I could explain things."
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"Sorry. No, I'm so very much not married." She runs a hand through her hair, trying to think of an alternate solution. "We could meet somewhere else if you prefer? A public room. One that wouldn't make people 'talk'."
Honestly, how ridiculous. It's like a first-hand history lesson.
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He nods. "That would be acceptable. Where should we meet?" And will he even be able to find it?
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"There's a..." Did they say 'lounge' over a century ago? God, this is going to be challenging. "There's like a... a drawing room. There's a one of those just down the hall from you. When you come out of your room, turn right. Walk down the passage, and at the end of it you should find it. I'll be there in a few minutes."
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"See you soon," she nods, before leaving the tablet to go and head for the lounge. William will probably get there before her, considering her room is slightly further away than Spike's.
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"These aren't clothes?"
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