fandomtownies | Aereopagitica, Friday

Paige wanders in because there's only so much time you can spend living in the shop of your poet ex boyfriend who has just left the dimension you're leaving in without going insane.

Also now he's gone she get the book she'd never been able to before, since Geoff hadn't written it yet.

"Hey, I was wondering if you had the Canterbury Tales?" she asks a little sadly

Giles has spent enough years in their company to recognize a mopey teenager when he sees one. He might even miss them. A little bit. So he might have been very gentle as he said, "Absolutely. Would you like the Middle English, or a translation? Is there a particular edition you'd like?"

She thinks for a moment, "erm the middle English and translation if you have them, I'd kinda like to understand what I'm reading, I'm not really that knowledgable about the book, more the author," she says to the part about what edition she wants.

Jenny opened the door of the shop and slipped inside. Rupert looked kinda absorbed in the book he was reading. Big shock.

At one point, Giles tried to turn a page and sip his tea at the same time.

The tea lost.

Mopping up, he noticed Jenny.

"Jenny!" His smile lit up his entire face. "How wonderful to see you. How have you been?"

"I had a pretty surreal kind of morning," she said, coming over to the counter. Jenny grinned wryly. "But other than that? It's been good. You?" She set her laptop case down and leaned on the counter.

"It's been quiet. Cordelia started having visions, but she says she has it under control. She's to be Angel's personal conduit to some sort of higher powers.

"Other than that, things have been quiet.

"Oh! Martin came in yesterday. Higher than a kite. And Artie. Who was...Artie."

Giles sighed and slumped.

"It's been quiet. Too quiet. It's been I-went-to-New-York-on-Tuesday-to-try-and-find-an-Oracle quiet.

"I can't believe I'm about to actually say this.

"I'm bored."

"Cordelia's a seer?" asked Jenny. She blinked. "Angel's got a link to the higher powers, and it's Cordelia?"

Jenny shrugged and took a drink of coffee, then set her cup down on the counter, well away from any books. "Martin?" She frowned, trying to remember any students named Martin. "Wait, you mean Marty Blank? And I don't know anyone named Artie."

She grinned at him. "May we all have your problems. I've got a class syllabus to revise, a field trip to chaperone, and somewhere in all of this, I've got to find time to pack--not to mention eat and sleep." She tilted her head and gave Rupert a curious look. "Oracle? Why an Oracle?"

Those guys could be kinda stuffy, or so she'd heard.

Giles shrugged. "It's so different from a petite blond cheerleader being the slayer? I find that the powers behind things have a distinct sense of humor.

"Oh, the oracle was part of my research on Cordelia's situation. I never found them. I did, however find incredible Chinese food.

"Yes, it was Marty Blank. Artie isn't a student. He's something of a local character.

"Chaparone? Where are you going? Anyplace good?"

"Personally?" Jenny spread her hands and shrugged. "I've got no clue one way or another if the Slayer's supposed to be a cheerleader or the school's drama queen. You're the Watcher."

"And really, how can finding good Chinese ever be considered a bad?" Jenny frowned. "Which reminds me, that whole thing with food? Gotta do that soon."

At Rupert's question, Jenny chuckled. "You hadn't heard the school trip is to England? Tell me, will I know the Watchers by all the tweed they wear, or does everyone on that side of the ocean dress like that?"

"Well, sometimes we vary it. Seersucker." Giles chuckled.

Jenny snickered. "So what're your plans for the week?" she asked. "Spring break means a bunch of students heading home for visits with their families. You're gonna be even more bored then."

Gils sighed again. "Undoubtedly. Maybe I can alphabetize something..."

Something she'd said finally filtered down into his consciousness.

"But how about dinner when you get back? And would you bring me back Jaffa cakes?"

"Alphabetizing your books?" asked Jenny. She snickered again. "You never left the library, did you, Rupert?"

"Dinner?" Jenny's eyes list up and she smiled at him. "I'd love dinner. And of course I'll bring you Jaffa cakes, whatever the heck those are."

Lana comes into the store and looks for Giles. She's nicely dressed and looks a little nervous.

"Hi," she says when she sees him. "You said I should stop by this afternoon for an interview?"

"Absolutely." Giles straightened his jacket and tie. He showed the young lady to a table and two chairs. He motioned for her to sit.

There was a pad and paper waiting on the table. Giles picked up the pen.

"Now then, I am Mr. Giles, owner and proprietor. What is your name?"

She smiled at him. "Hello, Mr. Giles. I'm Lana Lang. I'm a sophomore at Fandom High."

"Wonderful, Miss Lang. Have you ever had a job before?"

"Actually yes. Back home in Smallville, I was part owner and manager of a coffeeshop called The Talon. I was responsible for pretty much every aspect of running the business; ordering, hiring and supervising employees, accounts payable and receivable, working in the shop; as well as preparing and presenting monthly reports on all of these areas for my business partner, Lex Luthor."

She smiles again. "It was a lot of work, but I enjoyed it and I was good at it. I'm looking for something less stressful and time-consuming here in Fandom, though."

[OOC: No problem. :) ]

Giles was impressed, and looked it.

"You sound eminently qualified. What is your availability for work?"

"I'm free Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays till 1PM; Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays after 3PM, and Wednesdays after 4PM. I can also be free some Saturdays and Sundays, though I'd rather not work every weekend." She smiled hopefully at him.

[OOC: Hate to bug you, but did you want to finish this? Just wondering if Lana can tell people she has a job or not. :)
And how did the show go?]

"Would you be comfortable with opening the store from 10 to, say, 1 on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday?"

"I'd need to leave a few minutes before one on Wednesdays and Fridays to get to my Forenseic class on time, but otherwise, yes. That would be wonderful." Lana smiled happily.

[OOC: Great! Ours did too!]

"How about ten to twelve-thirty, then?"

"That would be wonderful!"

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