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[The voice that comes over the journal sounds...decidedly anxious. Certainly unhappy, confused, and generally out of his element. Giles has never done well under such circumstances, never done well with sudden changes of environs, especially when that change was a dark, dingy back room of a crumbling mansion to a cozy little village in the bright, if cold, sunlight.]

Right. This is, um, certainly new. Well done. Pleasant looking and, at the least, not outwardly mad.

I, um, I c-can't say that I see why you're bothering, of course. You've, y-you've got what you want. If you aren't going to let me go, then I'm sure you could think of...s-something else, at least.

I can wait. I, um, I h-have nothing but time, now.

[Anyone wandering by Good Spirits...well, the New Feather stuck on the roof might catch your eye. He's eyeing the drop to the ground with some wariness, but all the windows are closed with the bar traffic slowed down by the early afternoon. Without assistance, he will just try and fall, and with his new wings that will hurt a very great deal. By then, however, he'll have discovered that the telephone that just happens to look like a book has a map attached, and a guide, and from there he'll set about wandering about the plaza.

Maps are logical, reasonable, rational things. It seems to even match up to his general environs. It's a positive sign, although it's a positive sign pointing to a solution possibly even more insane than the idea that Drusilla is still tormenting him.]

Player Name: Hicku/Hickumu
Are you new?: N
Character Name: Rupert Giles
Character Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Season 2)

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[Giles makes a sound halfway between a choke and the beginning syllables of Spike's name, at this. For a second, he looks genuinely horrified and alarmed.] A-Are, are they all right? H-He hasn't, hasn't gotten to any of them yet, h-has he?

No, he hasn't. I know what it seems like, him being a vampire and... everything, but no problems. Actually, he threw a party for everyone, housewarming thing. It was nice. [There was an Angel pinata to beat up on. She might have taken an arm off and feasted on his candy innards.]

It was...

[He cuts himself off, looking decidedly grim, even looking a little angry at the very idea. But there's some concern on his face as he gives Ginia a proper once over, now, searching for any sign of damage.]

...yes, I'm sure it was.

[Ginia pulls the collar of her coat away and tilts her head so he can see her neck. No bite marks, see? The silver cross necklace he gave her is also pulled out.]

I know it's not what you're used to, but things are a little different here. People... will probably be a little different then what you're used to.

[No bite marks on the neck. The cross, though, that makes his hackles lower very slightly. That is a good sign. At least she's prepared.]

...enlighten me.

If, um, i-if you would. Since you...certainly seem to, um, know your way around, at least.

[She motions for him to follow as they resume walking.]

Not... everyone comes from the same time. Or world. But in regards to people you know, they may come from a point different than yours. Meanwhile, in our own worlds, time doesn't move. When people are sent back, they return no later then where they were.

I knew that much. About, um, waking up in the same place.

[It was the only logical alternative, really. Unless he dies here.

But Giles simply falls into step with her, resuming walked and letting her set the course. He closes the journal and tucks it under his arm just as Buffy and Oz's pictures finish cycling through.]

...what sort of world do you come from, then?

Earth, one variation of it. No vampires. No monsters, no demons. No magic. Nothing supernatural or unusual about it. Just humans fighting humans, everyone trying to survive. [Her smile is faded and tired as she repeats a conversation Giles should know.]

Year 2012 when I left.

[A conversation he should know, and a reply that might be familiar.]

No offense intended, but, um, a great many people back in my..."world" believe that there are no supernatural beings of any kind.

It's in their best interests to stay hidden, by and large.

[The familiarity makes her laugh quietly as they reach the clothing shop. She grabs the door and holds it open for him.]

Something I've since considered since arriving here. Nothing supernatural that is known.

[She closes the door once they're in the clothing store and gestures at the racks of clothes.]

Help yourself. There's no currency here so everything is free.

[Of all the strange things Giles has seen, heard, and said over the last few hours, a lack of currency is both comparatively normal and something of a relief. He simply looks over at Ginia to make sure she isn't kidding before uncertainly moving to examine some clothes.

...what he winds up grabbing is, well, tweed. He seems a good deal more comfortable with it than the Giles who used to be here, a man who regarded tweed with affectionate embarrassment at best.]

[Tweed. She watches him pick out his clothes, a realization coming to mind. Librarian? Watcher, even? Either way, a small nod of approval is given once he finishes dressing.]

You look nice.

[Librarian. Watcher. Shy and retiring to most of the world, spending most of his days trying to ensure that no one pays very much attention to him or asks too many questions. Not a soldier.

So Ginia's presence would be stressful even if he had his head on right. Still. It's nice to be back in actual clothes, and it shows a bit on his face. Even if he does blush very faintly and take off his glasses to clean them.]

Th-Thank you. I suppose I'll, um, come back later for some more.

[She wants to tell him there's a closet of clothes waiting for him at home in the closet, but baby steps. whether he'll even come back to house 44 remains to be seen. She watches him clean his glasses, finding comfort in the familiar gesture.]

Housing is also free. There are some nice apartments and houses around. You can settle in and come back for what you want and need. I can...

[She trails off, knowing she's already doing enough and pressing, but backing away is so hard now.]

Well, maybe some food now? Or tea?

Edited 2012-02-21 22:39 (UTC)

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