Aereopagitica: Friday

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana made it to work a little late, looking exhausted, disheveled, and as if she slept in her clothes.

Which she did.

After waiting for Phoebe with Kiki at Caritas and then deciding they'd better check to see if Veronica had heard from her and finding she hadn't and then helping Kiki do a spell to try and locate Phoebe and then shimmering with Bel to bring an incredibly sick Kiki to the clinic where she'd spent the night watching over her very sick friend.... She was amazed she was still functioning at all.

Her mind was running in a million directions and she felt almost sick with worry. She couldn't help watch the clock till she was free to go.

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Giles came down the stairs, looking a bit the worse for wear himself. There had been an early morning phone call from Faith. She'd sounded like she was in some distress, but he hadn't been able to contact her to make sure. Thus he was halfway through his cup of tea when he noticed Lana's state.

"My dear, you look awful. What's wrong?"

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Lana looked up at him, clearly distraught. "Phoebe's been kidnapped by Bel's mother. Kiki helped figure out where she was with a spell, but then she collapsed. She's really sick, Mr. Giles. I spent the night in the clinic with her. And I don't know what they're going to do to try and save Phoebe."

She shook her head. "It's all so terrible."

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

Giles blinked. Well, he'd asked.

"Lana," he began gently, "why don't you go get some rest? You're no good to anyone with no food in you--as I suspect you haven't eaten--and no rest.

"Go home."

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Lana's eyes filled. "I couldn't go home. There's no way I could sleep. If you want me to go I'll go sit with Kiki or see if there's anything I can do to help."

"Not that there is,
she added with some bitterness, "I'd just be in the way if anything happened."

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

Giles had seen overtired, overwrought teenagers before, oh yes he had.

Taking Lana by the shoulders, he said, quite firmly, "Lana, if you do not promise me to go home and at least lie down on your bed, I will check you into the clinic for exhaustion myself.

"If you do not take the time to recharge your batteries, you will be worthless when Phoebe and Kiki really need you.

"Now, what's your choice?"

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana looked up into his face and knew he was serious. "All right," she said quietly. "I'll go.

She very carefully did not say *where* she would go.

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[ooc: Thank you for staying with Keeks! Hope I played Lana ok :) ]

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

[OOC: No problem. And yes, you played her perfectly. It was like a treasure hunt, following her around to find out where I'd been, what I'd done and where I'd ended up. :) ]

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[ooc: Hee, I meant to post links for you to follow :) I'll go run do that now.]

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

Giles is now behind the counter. And not willing the phone to ring. Nope, nope. Not at all.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

A sweaty John Connor barged in the shop. Well, to be fair, he did slow down to open the door and knock on it. Sorta.

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

Giles looked up, profoundly annoyed.

He asked, "Can I help you?" but his tone said, "What the bloody hell is wrong with you?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

[[this never got in my inbox, and the PlottyPoint is over. Still want to play this out?]]

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[[sp is my beeest fwieeend. afk for a few hours]]

John was clearly out of breath and panting from his race to the shop.
"Pheobe...demon...Not Bel...stop it. How? Weapons? Tools?"

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

Ah. That's what's wrong with him.

"I-I don't have any actual magical supplies that would be helpful." The Magic Box's entire stock was at the bottom of a very deep canyon in southern California.

"However," Giles reached under the counter and laid out four absolutely wicked looking daggers.

"Will any of these do?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

What a pity. John must request time off to go traipsing across the valleys of SoCal.

"Daggers of Demon Slaying +1?" It's hard to look worried and smirk while panting. Really.

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Giles's forehead wrinkled in annoyance. He picked one of the daggers up. It seemed to be made of copper, and was inscribed with something in a language that had only the barest passing resemblance to Hebrew.

It glowed red.

"A shotgun blast won't even slow down a Reglach demon.

"This will kill it."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"There's different types of demons? Oh fuh--" John clamped down on the oath. "This'll work? Great. Whaddo I gotta do?"

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

Giles rolled his eyes. "See this pointy end? It goes in the demon."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"I figured that part. No spells? 3 magic words? Cash outlay?"

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

"No; it's already enchanted. Just point and stick."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. You want it back, or..."

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

"Er, part of the way it works is, ah, by explosion. Once stuck, stand back. There won't be anything to return.

"Good luck."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. If I have any other demon explody needs, I'll be sure to check back." He raced to the door.

And spun around on one foot. "Exactly what do you mean by 'explosion'? Little boom? Big boom? Suicide boom?"

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

"I'm not sure. Probably closer to 'big boom.' But the reaction will vary from demon to demon."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John gazed at his new shiny. "Great. Contents under pressure. May explode. Keep away from eyes and face. That's what this symbol means, right?"

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

Giles blinked in surprise.

"Actually, yes."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"You're joking," John said flatly.


the mun does not fall out of chair laughing

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

"Do I look like I 'joke' about that sort of thing often?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"I don't know. You're British. That means that you could be completey daft 'n barmy or ridiculously sane and no one here could tell the difference." John has a hint of a smirk.

"I'll let you know how it works." John faced the door and started out.

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

Giles raised an eyebrow as he watched John go.

"Have fun storming the...you know...whatever."

Giles then went back to intently watching the telephone for any signs of imminent ringing.