fandomtownies | Chaucer's, Wednesday [Locked to chasingangela

Angela's eyes are red as she stands in the doorway.

"Hi. I needed to see you for, um, journalism?"

Looking up from his writing, Geoff spies Angela in the doorway. He immediately notices the red eyes, and her uncertain demeanor.

"Please, Angela, come in." He stands and offers her his chair. "May I offer you some coffee? Or whiskey?"

Angela smiles, a little wobbly. "Coffee would be fine. Thanks."

Geoff gives her a sheepish grin. "Ah, the only problem is that I don't actually know how to use the coffee maker. I have one, and coffee bean as well. But..." He holds his hands out in a helpless gesture and shrugs.

"So, I'll trade you an interview in return for you're showing me how the contraption works?"

Angela nods, chewing on her bottom lip. "I can try. Where is it?"

Realizing suddenly how much like a come-on the conversation is sounding, Geoff surpresses a grin. "Well, it's upstairs, actually. In the kitchen. But I can bring it down."

Angela raises her eyebrows, recognizing the come-on-iness.

"Really."

She stands. "Want to go up there? Or, um, we could just stay down here. I'll be fine, I probably practically have caffeine poisoning anyhow."

Trying to negotiate the very mixed signals he's getting from Angela, Geoff smiles and says, "Whichever you prefer, my lady."

Angela smiles. he's your friend, she thinks. Your teacher. And if more than that happens ... you're free. And he's not a fucking murderer.

"I'm sorry. I had ... kind of a bad night last night, and I'm still not thinking straight. LEt's go up to the kitchen."

Geoff nods and leads Angela upstairs to the apartment. The tiny kitchen, directly off the stairs, looks as though it's barely been used. A box of plates and other assorted kitchenware sits on the counter, next to an expensive coffee/espresso machine. Through the door opposite is visible a small bedroom.

Geoff gestures to the coffee maker. "This is it. I have no idea how it works, except that you put coffee beans in it. Somewhere." He opens a cupboard -- which is practically empty -- and pulls out a small bag of whole coffee beans.

Angela nods and sets herself the task of figuring out how it works.

"Okay. I think it will grind the beans if we pour them in that chute on the side," she says. "And the rest of it ... you have filters, right? Paper things?"

Geoff rummages in a drawer and comes up with a package of filters. "These?" he says uncertainly.

Handing them to Angela, he watches intently over her shoulder.

Angela nods. "Yep."

Happy to have something to do with her hands, she grinds the beans and pours them into the filter, then adds water and starts the coffee-maker. It's more complicated than the ones she's used to, but ... well, the liquid in the carafe is the right color, anyhow.

"I think we might have coffee," she says, looking around the room. "Where do you want to sit? Are the mugs with the other dishes?"

Geoff grins happily at Angela and takes the carafe from her. "Absolutely magic, my lady." He nods his head toward the little set of table and chairs against the wall. "I don't have much in the way of furniture, I'm afraid. Unless you want to go downstairs to the back room. There are chairs and couches there. And yes, I think there are mugs in the box on the counter. "

Angela reaches into the box and retrieves two matching mugs. "Here is fine," she says, indicating the table.

After pouring herself a cup of coffee, she sits, notebook out. "I'm ready whenever you are," she says.

[OOC: Angela has no idea how Marty got beaten up. Geoff can tell her whenever -- or not, if he feels it isn't his place.]

Geoff takes the chair opposite and smiles at Angela over his coffee. "Proceed when ready, my lady."

[ooc: He'll tell her. He had to help bandage Marty last night, and they're both his friends.]

Being called "my lady" again in Geoff's courtly tone almost makes Angela smile for the first time in a while.

"Okay. Um, what's your name, and what classes are you teaching?" She glances up. "I mean, I know the answers, but Jerusalem says we always need to confirm. And, um, you have to spell your name."

Seeing the tiny smile that almost appears, Geoff determines to do his damnedest to cheer his friend up.

"Geoffrey Chaucer, my lady. Son of the vinter John Chaucer." He pauses. "You may spell it however you like. I shall be teaching Introduction to Western Literature and a course on writing poetry. As you know."

He gives Angela a grin and wink, and takes a sip of coffee.

Angela nods, writing this down. "I think it's usually spelled G-E-O-F-F-R-E-Y C-H-A-U-C-E-R," she says. "But if you want to change it here, now's the time."

"And I know you're from London, the court of King Edward. Have you ever taught before coming here?"

"I'll accede to your spelling of it."

"Not precisely from his court, mind you. My father did hold the position of deputy to the king's butler, but I wasn't raised at court. And although I must admit to having been many things in my life, this will be my first attempt at being a teacher."

Angela nods, writing this down. "So what were the many things you did? My dad had about ten jobs before he opened his restaurant."

[OOC: sorry, forgot to login.]

Tilting his chair back, Geoff looks off toward the ceiling.

"Well, I served for a time in the household of Lionel of Antwerp -- until I was taken prisoner in France, of course. I've also spent some time as a student myself -- I've studied astronomy, physics, philosophy..." He looks back toward Angela and smiles. "Also, I've been a gambler, herald to a knight on the jousting circuit, and I have a fair hand when it comes to the production of legal documents. But mostly, I'd call myself a writer."

"That's so interesting," Angela says. "People now don't really get to do that, you know?"

"How old are you? Subjective time, I mean, not 700-whatever."

"Dear God, my lady, 700-whatever? Perish the thought!" Grinning, he adds, "I suppose...somewhere into my middle twenties."

Angela creases her brow briefly, then makes sense of this. "Oh, right, they didn't have birth certificates where you're from."

She smiles at Geoff's grin. "So, Mr. Chaucer, what do you hope your students will learn from you?"

Geoff takes a moment to seriously consider Angela's question.

"If the only thing they take from my classes is a deeper appreciation for the art of writing, I'll be happy. Beyond that, it wouldn't sit badly with me for my poetry students to at least learn to tell a sonnet from a sestina, and for my literature students to read at least one work that they enjoy more than they thought they would."

He smiles again at Angela. "Does that answer your question adequately?"

Angela nods. "More than adequately -- that was a great answer. And, um ... it will be a really good class, if it works." She holds Geoff's gaze for a long second.

"Anything else that needs to be in the paper? That was all my questions."

Geoff gives Angela his most charming smile. "I don't know. What there anything else you wanted to know about me?"

Angela smiles back at him, shaking her head. "Not for the paper," she says, closing the notebook. "But could we talk, just as friends?"

"Of course we could, Angela!" He cocks his head to the side and looks at her. "Something specific, or just general chat?"

[Got sucked into a meeting that looks to last until I have to leave. Slowplay tomorrow, okay? Thanks and sorry.]

[No problem! See you tomorrow.]

Angela reconsiders and shakes her head. "You know what, it's nothing. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

She gatehrs her books and leaves.

[OOC: Sorry -- I saw that you wouldn't be around today and decided it was better to wrap this up to avoid extreme slow-play. We can do the relationship angst thing tomorrow.]

[ooc: Gah! I think I left three different people in the lurch with my not being online today. I apologize, it came up suddenly. Geoff would love to angst with Angela, though. Things just keep getting worse and worse for him, and he's really not doing very well. Maybe...Saturday? Are you free then? I won't be online Friday until rather late, but that's okay too if you'll be around]

[OOC: It's okay, I've done my share of random disappearing. I'll talkk to you if I see you tomorrow, but if not, Saturday should be fine -- Angela and Marty are supposed to reconcile on the Plotting Zoo trip, but I'm not sure they'll be miserable enough by then anyhow.]

[ooc: Turns out all be online all afternoon now -- if you're available.]

[OOC: I am indeed. Want me to start a Perk post, if there isn't one already?]

[ooc: Sounds good. I don't think there is one, I'll have one up in a minute if there's not.]

[OOC: I don't see one either.]

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