fandomtownies | Phale's Bookshop

((How on god's green earth did Tim Horton's get there?))

((Hey. It's Fandomhigh. Anything's possible. I've been having Phale's tea and cookies mysteriously replinish themselves whenever Marty comes into the store. Thought I'd go for coffee today to see if it appeals to anyone else.

Plus... Mmmmm. Tim Horton's.))

[OOC: *demonstrates the secret Tim Horton's handshake* Mmm. Tim Horton's.]

[OOC: There's a secret handshake? Does it get you free large double-doubles whenever you want?]

Shane knew that Geoff had promised to give her a hand with getting prepared for starting up at school, but since Geoff was - for the time being, anyway - gone, and she was still feeling rather uncertain about school on the whole, Shane thought it might be a good idea to visit Mr. Phale instead and see if he had any books that she might be able to borrow.

Carefully nudging the door open, she takes a couple of hesitant steps inside as she looks around. The door was unlocked and Mr. Phale had mentioned she could come in whenever she liked, but she still felt strange accepting the offer, no matter how generous.

"M-Mr. Phale?" Shane asks quietly.

Marty pops up from behind the counter where he'd been trying to figure out Phale's handwriting/inventory system.

"Shane! Hi. Phale had to go 'out of town' for a bit and is having me look after the store while he's gone. Can I help you find something?"

Eyes landing on Marty, Shane's brows bob up just a little. "Oh," she says, a sudden, surprised smile on her face as she sees him. "Marty. Hey. Uhh... yeah, I was... I-I was looking for some books on quantum physics? Mr. Phale said I could come in and read any books I wanted but..." She trails off for a moment as she looks at the packed shelves and gives a slight shake of her head, a faint, almost overwhelmed look on her face. "I have no idea what I'd even be looking for."

"Quantum Physics? Whoa that's serious stuff. Hang on, I know I saw some of those text books somewhere. Are you reading this for pleasure, because I'm officially scared of you now. Help yourself to the ever-refilling coffee pot over there. It's good stuff."

Marty goes behind a stack of books, but can hear everything Shane might say to him.

Chuckling, Shane shakes her hair out of her eyes as she moves over to the coffee pot and pours herself a cup. "Thank you. Not for pleasure, exactly," she murmurs, amusement still evident in her voice. "Um, Doc said he thought I could do it and that he'd like me in his class, so..." she shrugs a little as she takes a sip of her coffee.

Marty comes out holding two textbooks on quantum physics.

"That's right. I think Angela mentioned you were coming on board in the next enrollment. Are you planning on staying in town or moving to the dorms?"

"I don't know," Shane says thoughtfully. "On one hand, it'd be cool to be around everyone that I'm going to school with, but... on the other... Deirdre's place has got a pool." She thinks about it for a moment longer and realizes that doesn't sound like much of an excuse - she looks up at him and grins a little sheepisly.

"I just... I like it. I've ... I've never had a room of my own, so..." Shane is suddenly fascinated by the coffee filling her mug.

"Gives new word to 'bottomless cup' doesn't it? I'm not exactly sure what Phale is, but if it means coffee like this everyday I'm not going to worry about it."

"Living on campus is fun. I have a single myself, which was easy enough to ask for. If you don't want to be stuck with a roommate all you have to do is ask really. Plus there's always something going on there and as long as you don't annoy the squid in the basement it's reasonably safe."

Shane looks up from her mug, giving Marty a vaguely bleary look. Maybe she hasn't had enough coffee, yet, today, but she thought she could have sworn she heard...

"... umm... squid?" She asks, brows knitting together. Yeah, probably just not enough coffee. "Th-there's a squid in the basement?"

"No one told you about the tentacle monster? It's fine as long as you don't go down into the basement and annoy Drusilla I think. Then again I just stay the heck away from the basement. Of course there's always the gremlins or the mimes that seem to crop up occasionally. After a while it's pretty normal stuff."

"Y-yeah, Rory... Rory mentioned the gremlins, but... nobody ever mentioned a squid, no," Shane says deliberately as she chuckles, taking a sip from her mug. She spots a small cannister of plastic stir sticks by the coffee pot and takes one, tucking it into the corner of her mouth, chewing on it. "I think Amber House has stables," she offers up brightly, but then loses a bit of steam. "Not that I can ride, but... I'll go with something unrideable over a tentacle monster any day."

"Well the tentacle monster was really nice to Angela that one time. It made shadow puppets and everything. So what other classes are you thinking of taking?"

"I don't know." Shane pauses for a moment, worrying thoughtfully for a moment on the end of her stir stick. "CJ wants me to take speech? I... I don't know, though, I'm not... really good with that." She switches the stir stick from one corner of her mouth to the other. "Maybe... the magic class? I mean, I'm not -- I'm not like Paige or anything, but ... it might come in handy around here, y'know?"

"Sure couldn't hurt. I prefer a handgun myself, but knowing a bit of the mojo wouldn't be a bad thing. Probably would have saved the town some damage. Cregg seems pretty cool, though she did come down hard on my last night for saying "badass" during the debate."

"I don't like guns," she says, shaking her head. "Or violence. I'd -- I'd rather hit something that shoot something, though. With guns, it's too easy. It's just too easy... to hurt someone, kill someone, and not mean to... and all it takes is a little chunk of metal and a working finger." Shane licks her lips and looks down, still shaking her head, shards of dark hair falling in her face. "I'm not here to hurt people."

Taking a deep breath, she takes a sip of her coffee. "CJ's cool. I mean, I haven't had her as a teacher yet, but as a friend she's... great. She used to work for the president, so... she kinda knows how to do the whole public speaking gig, you know?"

Marty gives Shane a bit of a haunted look as she talks about using a gun and turns away a bit.

"Yeah. She and that Doctor guy seem to be hitting it off pretty well. I knew she worked for the President but you know it was just a student council debate. Still... I guess I know where she was coming from."

Shane's faded green eyes calmly note the changes in Marty's expression and his body language. The slightest crease appears between her brows. She looks down for a moment, slender fingers adjusting their grip carefully on her mug, before she looks up at him again.

"Is that why you're here?" She asks very quietly after a moment, head tipping to one side just slightly as she looks at him.

Marty looks aroun uncomfortably. It was one thing to talk to Angela about it and he had to talk to Bristow but...

"I... uh... Did some things I'm not proud of. I actually came here under false pretenses in order to... do a job. But I'm not doing that anymore."

Shane nods and it's obvious she comprehends what he's just said but, impossibly enough, considering what he's just told her, there's also a great deal of sadness, as well. For him. But also acceptance, because she'd been there, herself. "Good for you," she says softly.

Pulling the stir stick from her mouth, she takes a sip of her coffee, seeming to gather her thoughts. "You know, I think that... a lot of us... came here because we were running from something," she murmurs, her tone pensive.

Marty knows the look. He knows that look well. He's seen it in the mirror.

"Why are you here Shane?" he says quietly.

Looking away for a moment, the corner of Shane's mouth twists slightly as she thinks about it. She swallows and clears her throat carefully before she speaks. "To help," she says, voice husky in her throat. "Because when I help... when I... give to other people, it... makes me feel like less of a mistake than I know I am."

Marty gives Shane a small smile.

"You really think that? That you're a mistake? Because I could tell that a lot of people at your party the other night think differently. I know I do."

Marty puts the two textbooks in a bag for Shane.

"When school started Connor gave this speech I barely listened to. Something about amnesty and putting your past behind you. I didn't put a whole lot of stock in it. Know what I mean? Kind of wish I listend better because it's helped me. I hope you make enrollment Shane because I'm betting it'll help you. But helping... yeah. Helping is always good."

[OOC: Gotta go offline. We can continue later if you want.]

Shane nods. "It's hard... isn't it?" She asks, eyes narrowing slightly as she looks at him. "Putting it -- putting it behind you."

"Not if you have someone there to help you, Shane. If you need to talk to someone there are plenty of people around hear willing to listen and help you. And if you think people are going to judge you by what you did... well if people can get over what I've done..."

[OOC: Sorry, I don't have any background on your character so I'm just kind of shooting in the dark here.]

Shane nods, lowering her eyes to look at the counter. "Did you... do it because you had to?" She asks after a moment, glancing up at him furtively.

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Shane nods, lowering her eyes to look at the counter. "Did you... do it because you had to?" She asks after a moment, glancing up at him furtively.

Marty looks away.

"I did..."

Marty shakes his head.

"That's really not an easy question for me. Has Angela told you anyting about my past?"

Shane shakes her head, lips pressed into a pensive line, though her eyes never stop watching Marty. "No," she says after a moment. "No, she hasn't."

Marty takes a deep breath and let's it go. He fidgets nervrously.

"Shane... what I did wasn't because I had to. What I did was criminal to use the mildest term available. I did it for money and I did it without respect for human life. But that's not how I am any more. If it wasn't for Angela..."

Marty smiles.

"Let's put it this way. Some people say forgive and forget? I believe more in forgiving and just accepting. Know what I mean?"

It's very obvious that something that Marty has said has struck a chord with her. Shane's brows furrow just slightly and she nods. "Yeah," she says softly. "I ... I know exactly what you mean."

"I don't know what you're running from Shane. But if you really want to help people, I think you need to start helping yourself. If you need anyone to talk to, I think you'd find that Phale, Angela, me.... anyone will be willing to listen. And help."

Shane's expression is pained, but at the same time, impossibly vulnerable. "I'm trying," she whispers, nodding. "It's just, I'm not... I'm not -- used to that. I'm not used to people wanting to help. I don't know how to deal with it."

Marty nods.

"I know the feeling. It's hard to find people to trust. But if you need someone to talk to... give me a call."

Taking a deep breath, she lets it out and nods, offering him a smile but genuine smile. "You, too," she says, though her tone remains serious.

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