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log; ongoing;
When; Friday, July 17th
Rating; PG-13 for possible swearing? Who knowsss.
Characters; Buffy Summers [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
1inageneration]; Rupert Giles [yesyesofcourse]
Summary; Giles returns to the City. In a sombrero.
Log;
There was an unnatural rush of wind when Giles opened his door to greet prospective trick-or-treaters, a plastic skeleton flailing and cackling in midair, dangled from the ceiling. Decked out for the first time in many years in a sombrero and poncho, Giles had found himself with so much free time that he wasn't exactly sure where to focus it all on. Between jobs, no longer a Watcher, and even as a pseudo-guardian, it seemed that most of Buffy's ails lately were things that should have been completely within her power to fix. As a result, Giles had found himself exploring a lot of things which had never caught his fancy, earlier. Inviting friends over to the house. Buying a television. He had a fair amount in savings, so living comfortably wasn't something out of his reach--instead, it was a problem in of itself. He felt... well. A little useless.
So he quickly chewed and swallowed the toffee before pulling open that door, only to find himself peering out at unfamiliar territory, reeds swaying in the wind and waves crashing in the distance.
"Wh-where...?"
He frowned, rubbing at the bridge of his nose before setting the large bowl of candy next to the door, shutting and locking it behind him, and venturing into a house that now looked equally unfamiliar. There was a light shining in the hallway, and the sound of a television set playing some kind of gameshow, and it wasn't until Giles saw the photos held up on the refrigerator by magnets that it finally clicked. The City, again?
Great. Another place in which he honestly wasn't sure where to begin, in terms of research. Giles stifled a small sigh before he turned around in the kitchen, hands busying themselves with the fabric of his poncho.
"Er. B-- Buffy?" he called out, venturing to the stairs and peering up hesitantly. "Buffy, are you here somewhere?"
Rating; PG-13 for possible swearing? Who knowsss.
Characters; Buffy Summers [
1inageneration]; Rupert Giles [yesyesofcourse]Summary; Giles returns to the City. In a sombrero.
Log;
There was an unnatural rush of wind when Giles opened his door to greet prospective trick-or-treaters, a plastic skeleton flailing and cackling in midair, dangled from the ceiling. Decked out for the first time in many years in a sombrero and poncho, Giles had found himself with so much free time that he wasn't exactly sure where to focus it all on. Between jobs, no longer a Watcher, and even as a pseudo-guardian, it seemed that most of Buffy's ails lately were things that should have been completely within her power to fix. As a result, Giles had found himself exploring a lot of things which had never caught his fancy, earlier. Inviting friends over to the house. Buying a television. He had a fair amount in savings, so living comfortably wasn't something out of his reach--instead, it was a problem in of itself. He felt... well. A little useless.
So he quickly chewed and swallowed the toffee before pulling open that door, only to find himself peering out at unfamiliar territory, reeds swaying in the wind and waves crashing in the distance.
"Wh-where...?"
He frowned, rubbing at the bridge of his nose before setting the large bowl of candy next to the door, shutting and locking it behind him, and venturing into a house that now looked equally unfamiliar. There was a light shining in the hallway, and the sound of a television set playing some kind of gameshow, and it wasn't until Giles saw the photos held up on the refrigerator by magnets that it finally clicked. The City, again?
Great. Another place in which he honestly wasn't sure where to begin, in terms of research. Giles stifled a small sigh before he turned around in the kitchen, hands busying themselves with the fabric of his poncho.
"Er. B-- Buffy?" he called out, venturing to the stairs and peering up hesitantly. "Buffy, are you here somewhere?"