So, yesterday, the weirdness began. Ben just randomly showed up yesterday, unannounced, out of nowhere. What in the name of Obi-Wan?!? There was a knock on the door, and I went to open it and there he was, smile on his face, and suitcase in his hand. He said he and Mr. Giles flew over and came to the apartments, and he came straight to my room. He ( Read more... )

So it's been a very relaxing day. It's nice to get a little time off from work, sleep in, catch up on my Star Trek: The Next Generation DVDs. I assume when Mr. Giles arrives, there'll be more work to be done, not to mention the inevitable demon-type things that will most likely be popping up out of the Hellmouth soon enough. But as for now, I'm ( Read more... )

Mr. Giles packed Bridget and me on a red-eye flight to Cleveland tres early (which kind of sucked, considering the two of us did a late patrol). I was reluctant to leave, with the Lorne thing unfinished, but Mr. Giles and Vi assured me that the green guy would be well taken care of. (They gave him a computer and some music, so I suppose it's not ( Read more... )

Well, imagine my surprise when Mr. Giles called and said that they had captured the Ireland demon and had him detained for questioning. I've been so wrapped up in my ordeal with Ben and packing for Cleveland that I had forgotten to check in with Mr. Giles. I was excited and nervous at the prospect of going toe-to-toe with the Big Bad, just like ( Read more... )

So I put my plan into action today. I brought Ben some flowers, and I had a whole speech planned. I rehearsed it a bunch last night, but you know me, I have a way of mangling everything I try to say aloud. I started by telling him about the Cleveland thing, and saying that I was leaving this weekend to go back home, and I wanted to clear the air ( Read more... )

Mr. Giles came to me with an interesting proposal today. He is being sent back to America by the Watcher's Council to head up a new project, an American Consulate, sort of like a branch of the Watcher's Council in the States. Of course, it will be set up in Cleveland, seeing as how the Hellmouth is there and all, not to mention the majority of the ( Read more... )

So Ben and I aren't speaking. The last few days at the library, he's been keeping his distance from me. Every time I try to talk to him, he gives me the silent treatment. I didn't mean to run out on him, I just got weirded out after our Han-and-Leia moment in his apartment. Everything's happening so fast, and I work with him. They always say you ( Read more... )

Today started off like any other day (or at least, any other day since becoming a junior Watcher). I got up, showered, ate my bowl of imported Cocoa Puffs (getting Colleen to import them from the States is a bitch), brushed my teeth, and reported to Watcher's Council HQ. I went to the library, and there he was.

Ben.He had a book open on the table ( Read more... )

Nothing much to report in the way of the Not-So-Jolly Green Giant. Mr. Giles has searched all over Ireland, and it seems that every old geezer in a pub has a story about this demon, but he has been unable to actually find the demon. I hope all his tracking hasn't been for nothing. For my end, there are so many books to check and so many demons that ( Read more... )

No answers on the research front. It's like looking for a needle in a big green demon haystack. Mr. Giles checked in earlier today; he's had no luck either. He's been chasing reports all over Ireland, but hasn't actually seen anything.

The film the other night was fun. (In England, you have to refer to a movie as a film. It makes you sound so ( Read more... )