fandomtownies | Aereopagitica--early Thursday afternoon

Paige was on her way back to Chaucer's when she saw the new shop and peered through the window.

It wasn't like she had much to do so she poked her head in, "hello?"

((just a quick heads up Paige slept with teen Giles during the first week of school, so if she thinks he looks familar thats why))

It never failed. Just as Giles as precipitously balanced on the ladder, reaching on his tiptoes to the top of one of the shelves to dust, someone at the door startled him.

The ladder went over, but he managed to hang on to the shelf. And so, dangling from his fingertips, he looked over his shoulder and said, "Hello. May I help you?"

Oppsey! Paige looked up at him then rushed over to move the ladder back to where it had been.

"erm sorry, I came to see if you needed a hand and to be nosy! What are you going to be selling?"

((oh yeah I get that, I just like confusing her!))

Giles latched back on to the ladder with his feet and extricated himself from the bookshelf. As he climbed down, he looked at the young woman. There was something...unusual about her. Not demonic. Nothing he could put a finger on. Something vaguely slayer-like, but she definitely wasn't a slayer.

Dear Lord this place is worse than Sunnydale. The phone seems to be transdimensional. I wonder if I could persuade Perkins in Cambridge to part with some select pieces of his occult collection...

Having used the climb down to collect himself, he addressed the young woman before him.

"Thank you, thank you. This will be a rare and used book store, just as it was before." Giles grinned. Nosy teenagers were something near and dear to his heart. He wiped his hand on already dusty jeans and held it out. "My name is Mr. Giles. And you are...?"

She nods, "but are you actually sell books cos Mr Phale, didn't seem too keen on that part of shop ownership!" she replies with a smirk

When he told her his name it ran a vague bell in her head, Giles, Giles? she though biting her lip and thinking as she looked at him, then it hit her, dear god Ripper! I really hate this place sometimes

She took his hand and shook her a little nervously, "Paige, Paige Matthews, this is the first time you've been here right? I mean, okay wierd question, but you weren't here as a teenager were you?"

Giles's smile took on a slightly quizzical nature, but he answered her questions.

"Well, Miss Matthews, I should hope I will be selling books. I mean, they will be for sale.

"As for your second question, I most certainly have never been to this town before this past Tuesday. Why do you ask?" He tilted his head.

why am I stupid enough to ask these questions?

She bites her lip looking a little akward, "well erm...there may have been a teenage you here a while ago, calling him self Ripper," she tells him, yeah that covers it there's no need to tell him all the sordid details

Giles blinked.

"Really? Well." He removed his glasses and began to polish them. Vigorously.

There's only one reason a teenager behaves this nervously. If no details were forthcoming, that was fine with Giles. Dandy. Peachy, even.

Time for a subject change.

"I keep hearing about the former owner, and about his reluctance to do business despite owning a shop. Can you tell me anything more about that?"

Okay so it might not have been him exactly but the behaviour suggested the had been Ripper at some point.

She shrugs, "I don't know to be honest, I mean he had some pretty impressive first editions and stuff I guess he just wanted to keep them himself, I didn't know him that well, he was a little stuffy. Sorry I can't help more there."

Giles looked more than a little confused. Who on earth opens a shop and then doesn't want to sell anything?

"Ah, well, thank you for the information. But I mustn't keep you any longer. I do hope you'll stop by once I open up."

She smiles, "yeah I will, being able to actually buy books without having to beg is always good, thank you Mr Giles, it was nice to meet you." without the eyeliner and the nakedness

Hmm, some one had taken over that nice angles store. He wondered if the current owner would also be forthcoming in the form of tea. So he came inside, because the door was open.

After Miss Matthews left, Giles turned to the young man walking through the door. Such traffic was promising for business once he got the shop up and running.

"Mr. Orlin, isn't it? How may I help you?"

"Oh! You are the new owner." Orlin grinned, "I saw the store open again and decided to be my usual normal self. And I am in need of more books." Orlin had this odd goal to have one whole wall covered with books. So far, he only had the two books he had bought from Aziraphale ~~spelling?~~.

"Well," Giles said, gesturing around the empty store, "as you can see, I'm not quite ready to open up just yet. The previous owner took all the books with him. But I'm hoping that I'll have enough inventory to open in a week or so."

"I did notice," Orlin said glancing around the room. "If yo need any help building anything, I am handy with that, and electronics." Orlin offered, and *wavey wavey* handed Giles a poster invitation. "Me and a neighbor are having a friendly mixer to meet new people, maybe you should stop by."

Giles was a bit nonplussed.

"Why, thank you. I shall certainly consider it."

Orlin elaborated. "I got here last week, and I figured, since there are alot of new people in town that maybe we should have a social to meet eachother and meet some people who have been here longer."

He grinned, "Don't worry, I am not trying to propostion you~~that is saved only for camulus~~"

Giles smiled graciously. Men, especially men who looked to be barely out of high school, were not his taste. But it was always nice to be asked.

"Of course not. Thank you anyway. Depending on how much is left to do here in the shop, I shall certainly try to make it."

Orlin smiled a twenty one year old type smile.

"The more the merrier, or so I have heard. And really, if you need any help or want a new shelf, I would be glad to help."

He *wavey wavey* handed Giles his work number, which was also his home number since it was one and the same. Orlin liked to help.

Walter walked by the shop on his way to work. It always seemed there was a new place to explore, so he was glad once again that he gave himself extra time to avoid being late.

He stopped in and looked around. The Beethoven made him smile.

"Good afternoon. Do you mind a visitor?"

Giles turned around and saw the young man. "Good Afternoon. Actually, I'm afraid I'm not exactly equipped for visitors at the moment, as you can see, but how may I help you?"

"Oh, then I will not keep you. I was just surprised to see another bookstore opening so soon after 'Phale's closed. Welcome to Fandom?"

"Thank you so much. Apparently, I am taking up where Mr. Phale--did you say?--left off.

"I've heard so much about this Mr. Phale. What can you tell me about him?"

After the strange run in with the previous owner's 'friend,' and the odd situation about him refusing to sell books in a bookstore, Giles was more than a bit curious about the previous owner.

"Aziraphale. He told me that the shop did not really have a name, but that 'Phale's was one of the names people called it. I did not have the opportunity to get to know him well before he left."

He smiled at Giles, "I do find it interesting that here we are in the United States, but the bookstore here has a second British owner in a row. Yet you did not know him?"

"Ah, no. As I'm sure you're aware, Britain is a bit larger than the infintesmal island most Americans think it is." Giles sighed. "When I first came to the US about eight years ago, I swear all the people I met would run down the list of everyone they'd ever met with a British accent and ask me if I knew them." He shook his head. "But, then, I'm sure you know what I'm talking about, being British yourself."

A thought seemed to occur to Giles. "Perhaps he was some sort of celebrity? Since I have spent most of the last eight years in the States, I'm afraid he would have flown right under my radar."

"No, I was merely commenting on the coincidence of an English bookstore owner replacing an English bookstore owner without knowing one another. But this is Fandom. Coincidences are nothing."

Alanna walked into the book store and blinked. "This isn't the dinner." For the first time, she wasn't even trying to cover up the cast on her right wrist. A deep sigh came from her bag. "Whatever gave you that idea? Perhaps the lack of food?"

Kiki was bored. She'd wandered downtown out of force of habit. It looked like Mr. Giles was making preparations for his bookstore - but... but. It wasn't Mr. Aziraphale's anymore. It was a bookstore, not her santuary. Kiki sighed, and, after staring at the door a long time, wandered into the park.

~~John does not watch a hoodie-wearing Kiki writing angsty poetry~~

Tonks does not admire Kiki's new black hair ribbon nor try to read the mad emo poetry in Kiki's battered notebook that has OMGPAIN written across the front in black sharpie. [/end tasteless emotive joke]

~~Don't forget the cutting!~~

Aereopagitica--early Thursday afternoon

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