visual | location: castle summers | Give Me Something I Can Believe

[slayersidekick]

For the first time in a while, Willow's making a visual transmission instead of relying on audio or replying visually to someone else. She's accepted - as much as she can, anyway - that Tara has pulled a Buffy: she's gone. The aliens sent her home. Still, that doesn't mean that her disappearance doesn't hurt. It hurts a lot and Willow's pretty sure

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[imperial_long]

"I would be a terrible employee in a magic shop," Long admits, with a polite nod at Willow. Given the still-strained situation between them, he'd debated answering, but her mention of the transmission, well. He clears his throat.

"I understand the dialect of Chinese that was spoken in the transmission, but I am afraid that still wasn't entirely helpful. It was the same message as the previous speech, the one in Portuguese? But both transmissions were very garbled. I've been attempting to try and fill in the gaps, but so far my progress has been haphazard."

He clears his throat again, obviously hesitating, before saying, "If you do actually wish to learn another language, I could perhaps be of assistance."

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[slayersidekick]

Yeah and she doesn't really want to employ him there anyway. Willow has a feeling that would just be asking for trouble between the two of them and that's not something she really wants right now.

"I wonder... what they're trying to get across."

She chews her lip thoughtfully before the rest of his words sink in. "Uh... maybe? I-it would give me something to do, but I wouldn't want to y'know... dump too much on you."

That and she's not really sure how much debt she wants to wrack up in regards to this guy. At least they're sort of trying to repair the damage that was done?

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[imperial_long]

"I intend to share the results of my translation with the city once I have something more complete, but at the moment, my theory is that the transmission is a message from previous captives of the hamsters, who have escaped this city, or similar."

Long looks slightly sheepish at her next words, and offers a half-a-smile at Willow. "It is a selfish offer on my part. Languages are my field, and I enjoy teaching them. But you are under no obligation, of course... it was merely an offer."

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[slayersidekick]

Willow's immediate thought is what Tara said her theory was on that... that they aren't the hamsters' first captives. Maybe people don't get sent home, but Willow refuses to believe that. She has to hope Tara's future is brighter than this. What little she knows.

"Maybe. I wonder how it's transmitting, though. This place doesn't exactly seem keen on radio wave transmissions or anything." Why, yes, Willow can talk technology shop, too, when she wants to.

"If it's no trouble, that'd be nice. What languages do you know?"

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[nobodylshome]

As much as Caroline hates the idea of working, especially when she could just get away with compelling people (although admittedly, Caroline would feel guilty about doing that), she knows that she's supposed to keep the whole 'vampire thing' on the down-low. Getting a job and earning money the 'right way' might be a pretty good disguise.

It also gives her the opportunity to do something and not just dwell on how much this situation sucks. Really, really sucks.

"Do I have to, like, know magic or something to work there?" she asks hesitantly.

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[slayersidekick]

Willow was once in Caroline's shoes and the only reason she's still going with this is that it's her girlfriend's place and she'd feel horrible if Tara came back and found out Willow wasn't taking care of it. Well, that and it's a magic shop. What more does Willow need?

"Not really," she admits. "I mean, it would help, but I can teach you anything you'd need to know about the books and spells and stuff. If it's too much, I can just stick you on the register."

She is clearly not phased at all about this.

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[nobodylshome]

"I can do that then," Caroline replies. It's something that will keep Caroline busy, and for a girl who was so used to being involved in everything, keeping busy is a must.

"Where is it? I mean, should I stop by?" Her eyes widen slightly. "Am I going to need to interview or something?" Does applying for a job work like that here?

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[slayersidekick]

"Oh... I'm not there right now, but i-if you want to right now, I can meet you there and show you the place."

She gets up off the bed at that point. May as well go in to work anyway. She's gonna need to get used to that.

"It's called Tamper and Trick, in Wilde, kinda close to Central. It's not hard to find. Um... but I can meet you somewhere and take you there?"

Willow's really accommodating these days. Probably has to do with her big glitch of doom a few months ago.

"And don't worry about an interview. I don't think those really exist here aside from the 'can you put on a good public service smile' part."

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[slaying]

Buffy has barely been home, recently. Almost every waking hour is spent searching out Dawn and any kind of sleeping hour simply doesn't exist. But as she trudges her way through the castle, she stops at Willow's door.

A soft knock.

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[slayersidekick]

Willow understands and she doesn't blame Buffy at all. Had it been Tara in Dawn's shoes, Willow would be doing the same. But it's not.

The knock at her door gets a slight frown, but she gets up and goes to open it. The sight of her best friend is somehow not what Willow expected, but the door is promptly pulled wide open so Buffy can come right on in.

"Buffy... are you okay?"

She knows the toll this must be taking on Buffy and it's her turn to be the supportive best friend.

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[slaying]

"Just...tired."

And upset. And concerned. And frantic in her very own typical way. It was wearing Buffy down in a capacity that rarely existed in even the mid-horror crisis situations. Her level head is fast abandoning her with each night and day that she spends looking for Dawn.

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[slayersidekick]

Willow can tell it's more than that and as soon as she shuts the door again, she just pulls her friend into a hug.

"Is it just Dawnie or is there more?"

She feels terribly that she's been so lax about being there for Buffy during all this. It's her duty as best friend, but she's been so tied up in missing Tara that she's fallen through it and that's just not right. It's past time for her to make up for that.

"I've got cookies and a really cute kitten to snuggle."

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[patternal]

[There's really only one thing that Corwin is concerned about in all of that.]

A magic shop, hm?

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[slayersidekick]

Yep. A real one, not one of those fake trick shops.

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[patternal]

I kind of figured. Why waste your time on anything less?

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[slayersidekick]

Right. A-and it would kinda be an insult to us witches. So. Definitely not doing that.

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[cheerioless]

Quinn hasn't done that much exploring of Taxon, in the month that she's been here. She can't help but think that maybe she good, since it looks like she'll be here for a while, getting to know the place couldn't hurt. Besides, the more she knows it - maybe she can find a way home?

She's taken to keeping to the McKinley choir room, since it's all she knows, and spending all her time rearranging everything. As it is now it makes no sense, so Quinn has been reorganizing everything in alphabetical order. At least it keeps her mind off things, mostly.

Her attention flickers to the tablet when she hears Willow's voice on it, and she goes to pick it up, to listen. She knows that working in a magic shop wouldn't be her thing, still she can't help but reply.

"A magic shop?" she asks. "As in magic. Like Harry Potter?"

This is all way to new to her. She doesn't think she'll ever get the hang of it.

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[slayersidekick]

Willow has to think about that for a minute.

"Um, not quite the same. My kind of magic needs more than a wave of a wand and a few words."

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[cheerioless]

"But spells?" Quinn asks. "You can do spells?"

Taxon definetly opened up the world to crazy, Quinn muses. And she thought back home was insane - aliens, magic, what was next?

She cocks her head then, staring at Willow on the screen. There is a question in her head, and it feels ridiculous to ask, but she can't help it. "Willow, don't take this the wrong way but - are you a witch?"

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[slayersidekick]

"Yep, quite a few actually. There's a lot I haven't tried yet, since I'm still learning, but..." Learning the extents of her magic, that is, and how to control the darker side of it.

She waits until Quinn decides to speak again and then nods carefully. "Yeah. I am. I, uh... hope that's not a problem. I'm not the kind of witch who's gonna go off and curse anybody."

Not anymore, at least.