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Magic Box, Thursday, 8/05

Things felt weird in town today. It was giving Tara a headache. Also, she could swear the cockroaches out by the store dumpster were the size of her hand.

She decided to blame the apparent overactive imagination on Wesley's demonology books -- they were full of everything you never wanted to know went bump in the night.

Folding her arms and resting her head on them, she decided to just take it easy for the rest of the day. Clearly she was getting all stressed out over nothing.

[OOC: Open shop. OCD fell into a void.]

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There had been a whole Grand Plan today that involved going to Il Pollo to pick up lunch, but that was difficult when the restaurant was just gone, apparently replaced by a big sucking (in more than one bad but not dirty way) hole. That, combined with her continued edginess and something Dru had said, and then having to upend a dumpster onto a gigantic freaking cockroach en route to finding an alternate lunch option, took her mind off her unease with the Battlefield Tactics scenario.

And made her look apologetic when she showed up a little later than usual, chow mein and orange chicken from Ching Tai in hand.

"I know you're probably starving by now," she said, hurrying in with the bags of food. "There were, um, let's just say complications with food pickup."

Tara shook her head slightly. She had been wondering what was up, but Kennedy's tone made her worry more about her girlfriend then about how soon lunch was.

"It's okay," she said, coming around the counter to greet Kennedy. "What's up?"

"Not Il Pollo," Kennedy answered, setting the bags down before reaching for a hug. "More like the big gaping nothing where it was. And the warehouse district, and Taste of Thai, and Outback. Also, giant bugs? I don't know what's up, but Dru was right; something definitely is."

Tara returned the hug, frowning. "It's all gone?" she said, sounding very young. "Whole buildings, just ... gone? Th-there wasn't an earthquake..."

"Gone," Kennedy confirmed; her voice was still steady, but a touch more uncertain than normal. "Even if Dru hadn't told me she was getting the bad vibes today, I think that counts as a screaming neon sign of wrong."

"I had the bad vibes too," Tara said reluctantly, stepping back from the hug. "And, and -- there were giant bugs by the dumpster. Something's going crazy, but ... buildings don't just go."

"Not by themselves, and bugs the size of golf carts aren't normal," Kennedy agreed, food forgotten for the moment. "And I can't think of anything I've heard of that's anything like this."

She glanced toward the bookshelves. "Think we might find anything clue-like?"

Not that the idea of researching filled her with joy.

"Maybe," Tara said, not sounding overjoyed by the thought either. "That Wesley guy loaned me a bunch of demonology books, but ...."

She sighed. "I don't even know wh-what we start looking up."

"Me neither." Well, that was obvious, with her not being the book girl, and Kennedy made a face. "But I'm thinking I should stick around, head back to the school with you when you have to go to class. There's too much bad-vibe-ing going on for the buddy system to sound like a lame idea, you know?"

Stupid intangible bad-vibe-ing.

"...you met Wesley, huh?"

"I really like the buddy system," Tara agreed. "I don't want either of us to be out on our own if there are ... big giant holes eating things."

Which sounded silly even to a witch.

She shrugged. "Yeah. Are all the watchers like him? He's kinda cool."

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Kennedy's eyebrows shot up. "You think he's cool?" she asked, a little more incredulously than she meant to sound. "That... doesn't surprise me, actually; I always kinda thought you'd get along pretty well with Constance. Who is kind of like that, B.T.W., just not quite as, I dunno, jumpy?"

Big giant holes eating things. Seriously. This island.

"Jumpy's a good word for it," Tara agreed. "Maybe not cool? But ... sweet? And he seemed really interested in all of the demon stuff."

She shot Kennedy a hopefully look. "Does that mean I'll get to meet Constance someday?"

"Well, Watcher. 'course he's interested in it; it's kind of what they do," Kennedy pointed out. "It's all very serious business, you know."

She leaned against the counter and smiled, almost-- almost-- something that vaguely approximated shy for just a second. "I really, really want you to meet her, yeah. And my dad, too."

Oh God, when did the meet-the-family thing come into it?

Tara returned the smile, feeling a warm flutter in her stomach. "It'll happen," she promised. "Whenever they visit, I'll ... y'know. Be there. As much as you want me to."

This had nothing to do with the giant gaping tears in reality outside. But it was nice anyhow.

"As much as you want to be," Kennedy promised, and she wasn't grinning like an absolute goof over this at all, really she wasn't. She was just... relieved to be inside, away from the giant bugs and the empty places where buildings had been just yesterday and the general feeling of weirdness. Yeah. Nothing to do with her girlfriend at all.

...riiiiiiiiight.

"Since, you know, they both keep asking me about you and stuff."

"They do?" Tara shouldn't have sounded as surprised as she did. "What do you tell them?"

That flutter in her stomach: Not going away. Kennedy could do that to her anytime, giant bugs or not.

"Oh, you know." Kennedy reached over to brush the tips of her fingers lightly over the back of Tara's hand. "That you're smart and responsible and stuff, and totally adorable, and I'm kind of crazy in love with you? I don't know which part of that blows their minds the most, but it's a good kind of mindblowing. At least, that's how I like to interpret the stunned silence."

Tara intertwined her fingers with Kennedy's. She was doing a pretty good job at demonstrating stunned silence herself.

"Wow," she finally said, in a small voice. "That -- all that? For me? I just -- wow."

Kennedy squeezed her fingers, taking the opportunity to inch closer. "All that and then some. That was sort of the Cliffs Notes version."

Tara smiled again, all but closing the gap between them. "Somehow you make creepy things with buildings disappearing not all that bad."

[OOC: Computer is In A Mood, calling it a night.]

Oh, well then. Kennedy'd just lean into her, in that case. "It's my superpower," she said, deadpan, then more seriously and a touch possessively, "We should be careful, though."

"We have to be," Tara agreed seriously, and then leaned in for a kiss.

Yes, a kiss seemed like the best way to note that they were in agreement here. Well, that and moving to wrap an arm around Tara.

"You're not disappearing on me."

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