Aereopagitica, Monday Morning

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

Giles has opened the store. A small card on the counter says:

"President's Day Sale. All items by Founding Fathers 50% off (first editions excluded)."

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It's Lucas' day off, so he's wandering around a bit, exploring the town. Seeing the bookstore, he heads in, figuring if nothing else, reading might make for a good break from worrying about teenaged employees and their mysterious "court appointed guardians".

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Giles heard the bell and noticed the younger man walk into the store. He nodded hello and went back to his Matthew Paris translation.

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Lucas calmly nodded back and looked around for the philosophy section. As delightful as the founding fathers discount sounded, the founding fathers . . . weren't delightful to Lucas.

After a few minutes of looking around, Lucas wandered back over. "Do you have any Descarte?"

[ooc: dear god, I hope I spelled that right. . . .]

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Giles walked him over to the Philosophy section. There was a shelf of Descartes, includng various editions of the original French and several English translations.

"Right here, sir."

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Lucas nodded again, looking over the books.

Of course, now he might be forced to admit he knew very, very little about Descartes. He couldn't very well have that.

"Thanks." He glanced slightly at Giles. "You're new around here?"

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"Relatively, yes. The shop's been open just a week. My name is Rupert Giles. And you are...?"

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"Lucas." Lucas held out his hand. "I run the music store, Empire Records and Bidet. How are you liking Fandom so far?"

Late in the afternoon

[heterodine.livejournal.com]

Agatha walks into the store. This time, she needed somethign fluffy to read. She was in a good mood,and was thus humming.

Re: Late in the afternoon

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Giles recognized the young woman who walked in. Remembering the last encounter (and her purchase of Men are from Mars, he looked nervously behind her for Orlin, and imperceptibly relaxed when he didn't see him. He hated being caught in the middle of others' lovers' spats. Wasn't too fond of his own, truth be told.

Giles smiled. "Good afternoon, miss."

Re: Late in the afternoon

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Agatha smiled at hte proprietor of the store. he was a very nice man who helped last time.

"Good afternoon. I am lookign for some light-hearted, 'fluffy' reading material to relax with. I seem to be highly unfamiliar with the authors of this...place. Could you recommend something?"

Re: Late in the afternoon

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Giles's eyes lit up. A recommendation for fluffy reading? He dashed over to the "Classic Literature" section and came back with a thick, well-worn, oft-read hard cover book in his hand.

"The Collected Works of Miss Jane Austen. Delightful and entirely distracting and...fluffy."

And if Giles maybe, in his heart of hearts, had, at the age of fourteen, cherished the hope that he might someday grow up to be Mr. Darcy and whisk away his own Miss Elizabeth Bennet, well, who wants to make something of it?

Re: Late in the afternoon

[heterodine.livejournal.com]

"Jane Austin. What sort of story is it?"

Re: Late in the afternoon

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

"Miss Jane Austen wrote at the end of the eighteenth and at the beginning of the nineteenth century. She wrote of the social interactions of young women, most of whom were not unlike herself--a somewhat impoverished gentleman's daughter.

"They're essentially quaint, delightful romances in which the heroine gets the man she wants and deserves, and all those who would stand in the way get exactly what they deserve."

There was a smile on Giles's face and a sparkle in his eye. His enthusiasm for this author is evident.

Sometime in the morning...

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander paused before entering the store; it wasn't every day you met someone familiar except possibly not quite, from your future except possibly not quite, who might be pleased to see you or god knows, possibly not quite...

Oh, no, wait. This was Fandom. That did happen every day.

He rolled his eyes and pushed the door open. "Not quite in the market for American founding fathers," he said, with a wave of greeting. "What've you got in the way of English ex-Watchers?"
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{{OOC - For the record, though it's probably obvious from a million places, this is basically Season 4 Xander, albeit pulling an Oz and repeating his senior year of high school, for different reasons. Definitely immediately identifiable as younger than the last time your Giles would have seen him, not to mention the whole 'two eyes' thing.}}

Re: Sometime in the morning...

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"Xander!" Giles exclaimed! "How wonderful to see you!" Giles swallowed the "with both your eyes intact" part. There was no telling what part of the timeline this Xander was from.

He came out from around the counter and gave Xander a hug. "How are you?"

To his credit, Giles curbed the urge to ask him, "What's the last apocalypse you remember?"

Re: Sometime in the morning...

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander blinked at the hug, which was unexpected, but not exactly unwelcome. "I'm good, at least on the scale of haven't been eaten by a giant snake in recent months, so I'm chalking that up in the plus column. Other popular answers include 'In Fandom and thus guaranteed to have a life that's at least 10% weirder than before' and 'not un-glad to find out you were here.' "

Re: Sometime in the morning...

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Giles noticed Xander's surprise. The dead come back to life, and the maimed are made whole. It's no wonder I've become a bit...emotional these days.

He stepped back and listened to Xander. He was very glad to see him. Between Willow and Buffy, Xander and his every-day problems could be somewhat comforting.

Well, when he wasn't, for example, inviting singing and dancing demons into town.

"Weirder than Sunnydale. That's quite an order. So, am I to understand that you are in your Senior year..." Giles looked at Xander over the top of his glasses, and tried and failed to hide a small grin, "again?"

Re: Sometime in the morning...

[soldtoarmenians]

"I take it my rep precedes me?" Xander grinned back. "Hey, I didn't flunk; everybody from my Sunnydale class got the joy of taking senior year over someplace else, in a farfetched AU that allowed Xander to be from Season 3 yet start as a senior in the fall exchange for the aforementioned not getting eaten by a giant snake."

Re: Sometime in the morning...

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"Perhaps a bit. I ran into Ms. Calendar the other day," Giles extemporized. "And the 'not getting eaten by a giant snake' part was definitely a deal you could hardly turn down."

Giles paused. Maybe Xander had swung more than clear of anything dangerous or occult since coming here. Giles certainly wouldn't have blamed him. He continued.

"I, ah, understand some other 'old friends' of ours are here? Angel, Darla, and Drusilla?"

Late Monday Evening, Around 7

[drlambert.livejournal.com]

Since she was going to be on shift again the following night, Nat decided it was time she took a break and explored her surroundings a bit further. She wove her way through the park and found herself peering in shop windows and at business signs. "Aereopagitica?" she said, reading one of the signs aloud. Lights spilled out of the windows onto the sidewalk, a puddle of warmth in the darkness. "I do need something to read..."

Smiling, Nat made her way into the shop.

Re: Late Monday Evening, Around 7

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Giles was enjoying a late evening cup of tea. The attractive young woman was the first evening customer Giles had had. The town--at least the portions immediately surrounding Giles--seemed to shut down after 4:30 or so.

"Good evening. May I help you?"

Re: Late Monday Evening, Around 7

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Natalie smiled at the man, noting his accent, and his still-steaming cup of tea. "I'm looking for a book," she says with a lopsided grin.

Re: Late Monday Evening, Around 7

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Giles smiled back. "Anything in particular?"

Re: Late Monday Evening, Around 7

[drlambert.livejournal.com]

"Nothing in particular," Nat replied, shrugging. "Nights at the clinic can be slow, and one can only read so many medical journals before dementia sets in."

Re: Late Monday Evening, Around 7

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

Ah, she works nights. That explains the paleness.

Really, it was a good thing he'd retired. He was starting to see the undead in every person who didn't have a tan.

"Well, we have a wide selection of fiction: romance, science fiction, fantasy, historical, et cetera. We also have an array of medical thrillers, but I'm guessing that's not something you'd be interested in at this time."