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[morethanwatcher]

Giles peers around the door as it opens, nodding once with something resembling smugness. Last time he left the Bar he had a long talk with it about where to establish a regular door, so he could stop misplacing his office all the time.

And now he walks in, sits down, and orders some tea. His expression is thoughtful, even a little perturbed, and

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[waysthingsare]

Look! Over there!

It's not a bird or a plane, it's a two year old with a harmonica practicing playing while walking.

It's not as hard as it seems at first, really. (and is that a Stevie Wonder song?)

[morethanwatcher]

"You're quite good at that," Giles comments as he looks up with a smile.

"Hello again, Barty."

[waysthingsare]

Barty stops playing and smiles, redirecting himself toward Giles specifically.

"Thanks! Hello!"

Today, as most days, is a good day.

[morethanwatcher]

"Hello." Giles motions to the harmonica.

"Where did you get the harmonica?"

If only Giles had that many good days.

[riversinger]

Dr. River Song doesn't have werewolf senses, but she can still smell old paper at a distance.

She looks up from her tea and peers across at Giles' table, trying to see the titles on the spines.

Wait, candles?

"Are you going to perform some kind of ritual?"

[morethanwatcher]

Giles blinks and looks up. "Ah, no, actually, I just finished performing one recently," he replies.

Automatic instinct of closing his book and turning it a little so as not to accidentaly reveal the fact that he researches vampires. It does, however, reveal the Pink Floyd album cover.

"Why do you ask?" Because the candles weren't a dead giveaway.

[riversinger]

She looks vaguely disappointed. "Well, I was going to ask if I could watch, but if you're all done, then that point is moot. Oh forgive me. My curiosity often runs roughshod over my manners. Dr. River Song, archaeologist, 52nd century Earth Standard. My specialty is libraries and books, so I'm having a bit of a lust after that one."

She indicates the diary.

[morethanwatcher]

Blink.

Blink.

Well then. "Very pleased to meet you, Dr. Song," he says with a pleasant smile, and holds out his hand. "Rupert Giles, 1996." He pauses. "On Earth. California, at the moment."

He laughs a little deprecatingly. "Oh, this is just... ah, some old diaries. Light, very... pleasant reading, really." He's a bad, bad liar. Not to mention he grimaces a little. Angelus was not fun.

[lady_of_athens]

"Pink Floyd?" a voice asks, tone tinted with amusement.

The voice in question belongs to a (seemingly) young woman, dressed in a simple white sundress and sandals, thick black hair tied loosely behind her head.

"And Shakespeare's Comedies. Good taste."

[morethanwatcher]

Giles looks up and blinks a little, looking almost embarrassed. "Ah..." And he looks down again.

And then he smiles. "Yes, if I do say so myself. Modern youth have no appreciation of the classics."

Something in his voice says he's glad to say she does have it.

[lady_of_athens]

She wrinkles her nose, very slightly.

"In terms of Shakespeare, probably because it tends to come in the form of required reading. As for music, who can say?"

[morethanwatcher]

Giles raises an eyebrow.

"Shakespeare was required reading in my day, as well, and yet I still find his writing incredibly entertaining and refreshing." He pauses.

"As for music, that... din so popular lately implies the definition of 'music' has changed considerably since the last time I checked."

[diehard_daniel]

Pink Floyd isn't hard rock....

Daniel had his coffee and books and was looking for a table.

"Hi, Giles," he said, "What are you reading?"

[morethanwatcher]

Classic, if nothing else.

Giles looks up. "Ah, Dr. Jackson. Some old records, nothing more."

And he closes his book and smiles. "How is your life, then?" ...Yup, he's hiding something. Totally.

[diehard_daniel]

"Very good," he said, "What kind of records, aside from the classic music kind?"

Hey, he shared his info...

[morethanwatcher]

"Ah, recollections of someone in my position from the seventeen hundreds. I'm looking for information on a possible enemy."

[slayedthedragon]

Fortunately, that someone couldn't possibly be Angel. Who is right now scrunching down on his bar stool. And being very glad he doesn't leave reflections in any of Bar's mirrors.

Because it's more comfortable that way, you see. Has nothing to do with hiding from any Watchers.

That would be ridiculous, what with him being a Champion and all.

Crazy talk.

[morethanwatcher]

Right. Total crazy talk. Unfortunatley, vampires area also usually counted as crazy talk, so Giles won't be having any of that.

In fact, he will go so far as to close his book, get up, and walk over to Angel, tea in hand.

"Angel."

[slayedthedragon]

"Giles," Angel replies, managing somehow to turn that 'aw, crap' look into what is probably the most forced smile Giles has seen in a while.

"So. You're back."

Still working that smile.

Not working it well, though.

[morethanwatcher]

Actually, even 'working' might be overstating it. Witness Giles tapping his foot a little, eyebrow raised.

"Indeed. Your powers of observation are astounding."

Beat.

"I am almost astonished you are still alive come 2004, given your history."