Found Something

[queencor]

We didn't find Gunn. But we did find the room. I'm surprised, things actually went pretty smoothly. And it was in the basment. What I got in there? A vision to take this...dumb looking little urn thing. Looks like it's old and was made in pottery class by a six year old. But whatever it is, it's important. I grabbed it and now Wes an Fred are

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[ace_jenkins]

I tap my nails on the table as I listen to the phone ring - do people never pick up the phone? What is it with them, keeeping me waiting and everything - it's not good enough! I thought they ran a business from there. Sloppy, is what it is.

Oh! Answer!

"Hello."

[queencor]

"Hello..." I say, wondering for a second before I place the voice. "Anya!" I sit back. "Hi! I was just thinking about you the other day...what's up?"

[ace_jenkins]

"I'm bored and I want someone to talk to," I tell her.

[queencor]

"Lovely." I say drily. "Way to make a girl feel wanted. How's things in Sunnydale besides boring?" I ask, curling my finger around in the cord. "Oh I have something I'd like your help on, too."

[ace_jenkins]

"He's trying to do what?" I ask her, frowning a little. "Why would he do that? It doesn't make sensse - you can't just make people into other people because you feel like it - it's not rational!" It's not, I don't know what he's thinking. "An LA branch of the Magic Box? Well, I was branching out, but I hadn't considered that. Willow is meant to be helping me set up and internet mail order service at the moment, though I haven't seen her lately - possibly she's writing some plans before presenting them to me."

[queencor]

"Possibly. I was just thinking that it'd make sense. I could put in an investment as well, be a partner here, make sure that it's running smoothly when you're in Sunnydale, and it could be a beneficial arrangement all around!" I say. I have thought a lot about this. I think it'd be doable...and yes, probably profitable, though mostly my motivation is towards having on hand everything that we often need in our line of work. Mostly.

[ace_jenkins]

"Oh! Oh!! I see what you're trying to do!! You see my Magic Box as a profitable, well run business and you want a piece of that without having to do all the leg work of setting up the shop yourself and making it successful! I see! Do you not have enough money alreayd little miss 'I own my own hotel'?"

[queencor]

I arch an eyebrow. "Calm down. I just know where I'm beat. You? Great with the business stuff. Me? Not so much. Besides, I don't want a piece of it all, just the shop here. Call it compensation for making sure it doesn't get burned to the ground. But it'd really help us out in our whole battle against evil thing, and you'd make great money off of it." I say reasonably.

[ace_jenkins]

"Well, if we're thinking of setting up a business then I may as well bring some papers over for you to look at, that'll take me a few hours to sort out, then there's cover to organise..." I think. "Wednesday, maybe?"

[queencor]

I think. "Hm. I think that might be too late. Do you have a fax? I could fax over a picture of it." We're dead ended here. Nothing helpful on the stupid pot. But I don't think Wednesday's early enough.

[ace_jenkins]

"Of course I do, hold on," I rattle off the fax number from a piece of paper I have. "Let me have a copy and I'll also see if I can make it over sooner - you didn't mention it was urgent."

[queencor]

"Sorry. I said we had some time...just not a lot. I saw our boy getting killed and tossed into a furnace. I'm wanting to avoid that." I scribble down the number. "Thanks, Anya, I'll have a picture faxed over in like, ten minutes."