Magic Box, Friday

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Giles shook the snow from his coat as he walked into the shop. The years in southern California had got him away from expecting weather of pretty much any kind and so things like snow struck him with a nostalgic novelty.

It meant that he was in a rather good mood when he put on some tea to brew and opened the shop.

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It was snowing outside. Glitch had been planning on putting up a few signs for the dancing on Saturday, but with the snow it was futile. By the time his synapses realized this, all the papers he had were damp and the cold against his zipper was giving him a headache.

So he ducked into the door of the Magic Box, and he might have been muttering something about an Ice Palace, a frozen lake, and hypothermia.

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Giles looked up when the bell rang over the door. "Can I help you?"

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He looked up at the voice and spun a little in place before he could see where it was coming from. Glitch recovered quickly enough from the surprise when his synapses fired that yes, there was someone else in the shop. Of course there was, it was a shop.

Smiling, he made his way towards the front. "Hello!"

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"Hello," Giles replied, smiling slightly at the other man. "Is there something I can help you with?"

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"Oh," he looked around to see if he could figure out what kind of shop it was, and if he needed anything from it. He didn't recognize anything, so the answer for the moment would probably be 'no.'

"I, uh, don't think so, no," Glitch said as he began to pry one damp paper from the stack. It might have been just a little torn in one of the corners by the time he handed it to the other man.

Courtly Dancing in the Park!
Tomorrow!Saturday, Jan 12, Starting at 10am
All are welcome, regardless of skill!
Wear comfy clothes!
Informal food for formal dancing!
(Bring your own picnic)

Questions? Contact Willow Rosenberg or Mr. Glitch.

Glitch had updated them this morning. "It'll be an open dance lesson. For an Ozian waltz." He pressed a hand to his zipper in an attempt to warm it up a little, then said, "I was going to put them up outside, but, heh, snow." There was a small, nervous laugh to punctuate it when his synapses flashed that snow wasn't so much a reason as a weather condition.

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"You're working with Willow?" Giles asked after reading the paper. "Assuming you're Mr. Glitch?"

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Glitch nodded in confirmation. "She's the TA in my class up at the school. Applied Inventiontronics. Do you know her, too?"

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Giles nodded. "Several versions of her, even."

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He blinked, and it took a few moments for his synapses to wrap themselves around that.

"Versions? You mean, more than one?"

Glitch was trying very hard to not let one eyebrow creep up in disbelief, but there may have been a small quirk of it despite his efforts.

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Giles nodded. "We're from similar but different universes," he explained. "So there's the Willow here and the one back where I came from."

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"Would that apply," Glitch asked carefully, "to different times, too? I have a student from my past here, or is that different?" His synapses were reminding him of Adah, the not!DG girl, but decided they were too different to be that similar.

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"It could, yes," Giles said. "The Willow here is from an earlier point in the timeline of her universe than the Willow back home is. And there's others here that have alternates back home who are from what technically is my future."

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"That," Glitch said, "is very confusing." Not that it was hard at all to trip up his synapses, of course.