Aereopagitica/Minotaur Lane--mid-afternoon

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

After a morning of more cleaning and moving and planning (with the door shut and the blind drawn to avoid distraction), Giles decided he was thoroughly tired of his own cooking. He threw on a jacket, locked the door of Aereopagitica, checked the map the Upper Council gave him, and walked toward the bakery. He might have thought he'd heard some commotion at one point, but he'd been haggling with a supplier in Katmandu.

I wonder if there really is a biscuit god in this dimension or if they're just being funny... It was a testament to his assimilation in Fandom that Giles considered both possibilities equally valid.

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[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

After having confessed to Janet that he had absolutely no plans for the weekend, Methos decided to hit town. On a whim he headed into Jeff, God of Biscuits. He'd only buzzed through it picking up supplies and had never actually sat down and relaxed there.

[[OOC: Just tossing him in to see what happens if we crash the two of them together. Please ignore me if you're busy with something else.]]

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

Giles reached the door of the bakery at the same time as a relatively tall man. He withdrew his hand, which was reaching for the door handle, to stand back and allow the man to pass first.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Before he gets hit by a water balloon (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/619785.html?thread=24145417#t24145417), Methos reaches the door of the bakery. He realized that the other man had pulled back, and Methos flashed a wry grin, opening the door and holding it for the other man. "Is this a run on the bakery?" His accent is clearly well-educated British.

[[OOC: No worries, that should be all you need. Just be prepared for confusion regarding Watchers...]]

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

Giles grinned. "Apparently." He followed the man into the bakery to stand before the pastry case.

Giving in to the stereotype, Giles asks, "So how are their scones?"

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

In a reminiscing tone of voice, Methos said, "There's a little bakery on King's Road in Cambridge, just down from Pembroke College. I used to go there all the time. Their scones... actually, their scones were dreadful. But these are fairly good."

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

Giles's grin got a little wider. "What is it about bakeries in university towns? The only decent bakery in Oxford is a little French place next door to Somerville, and they won't be caught dead making scones."

Giles held out his hand. "Rupert Giles, Greyfriars, 1978."

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Methos took it. "Adam Pierson, aforementioned Pembroke... various years. Shall we have some scones?"

[Sorry for the lag... busy day at work!]

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

Giles raised an eyebrow. "Shall we throw tradition to the wind and have coffee with them?"

[deadly_little]

Out of seemingly nowhere, a water balloon flew at Methos.

((ooc: Hahaha, finally I have you in my sights!))

[romanywitch]

OOC: *does not run off quickly to make a Perk post just to get Jenny hit by a water balloon*

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Out of nowhere, a water balloon landed on Methos. Specifically, his back. He jerked around and looked. "What the HELL?"

[deadly_little]

But alas, there was no one about who might have been responsible for the cruel attack. Methos should probably just be glad that wasn't one of the ones with food coloring in it.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Methos would have been very grateful that it was one of the ones without food coloring. If he wasn't cold. And wet. And had been aware of the possibility.

As it is, he's merely grumpy.

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: if he was hungry he would stop by the party... free food:) ]]