3/5 - Leicester Square

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Various members of the school trip are on a pub crawl... or rather, a hunt for the Watcher's Council, 14 Leicester Square.

They've gotten a tip from a crystal ball, and are looking for a sign.

And possibly? Tweed.


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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty stood on the street looking around. "What did Xander say? 14 Leicester Square?"

[ooc: Gah! RL! It Sucks me away again! Just establishing Marty being here]

[chasingangela]

"I think so?" Angela said, squinting at a bank of electronic billboards. "The addresses aren't marked that well."

She shook her head. "Somehow, this is not the kind of neighborhood where I imagined old tweedy guys."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Only if they were old tweedy party guys," Parker agreed, taking a shot with her camera phone. "Look for the number, and look for that pub, people! It's got to be around her somewhere."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia looked around. "Well, there are kind of a lot of restaurants and pubs around here,"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander came back from around the corner of a building, shaking his head. "That's 13 and three quarters. Who the hell has a quarter of an address?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Who the hell ever heard of ninety percent of this stuff?" Rory asked practically, pulling her coat more tightly around herself.

In the alley, behind the potted tree, up the staircase, beware of the leopard.

[soldtoarmenians]

"I'm disappointed; there's no leopard sign," Xander said as he smoothed his hair, straightened his collar, and tried to look as much like somebody a snooty tweed-clad guy wouldn't chase away at first glance as he possibly could.

He raised a hand and knocked on the nondescript wooden door.

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[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory gave Xander a nervous glance. "I'm all nervous," she confessed in a whisper as she smoothed her skirt and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "I mean, hi, intimidating."

Re: In the alley, behind the potted tree, up the staircase, beware of the leopard.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi leaned over to Rory.

"Who are these guys agian?"

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[anole-x.livejournal.com]

"Do you think I should shift?" he asked. "I mean, they might throw holy water at me or something, and it's cold enough as it is."

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[soldtoarmenians]

"Oh, they're not that scary," Xander said. Straightening the tie he kind of wished he'd worn. "Just your average everyday ancient powerful group of stuffy guys who know everything there is to know about spooky stuff ever."

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[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Ah, no problem then."

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[nadiathesaint]

"Stuffy guys." Nadia looked down at his faded, somewhat torn hoodie and equally faded and torn jeans. Well, at least his shoes were shiny. He poked out a foot.

Scratch that, his shoes were sort of shiny, but scuffed around the toes and was that mud on the sole? When had they walked through mud?

Walter was going to kill him. "Stuffy guys." He repeated. "No problem at all."

Into the HQ we go...

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty stepped through the door nodding politely to Andrew. "Thank you. We appreciate your help. Can you direct us to your library? We need to start researching right away.

Re: Into the HQ we go...

[fh_jackass]

Andrew lead them down the hallway to the Council's small library. "Can you tell me more about the poison? Perhaps I can assist your search in some way."

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Unfortunately we don't have a lot to go on. We're guessing it must be magical in origin," Marty said as he followed Andrew to the library. "It's essentially killing a friend of ours of the um... dead-but-still-souled variety."

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[fh_jackass]

Andrew paled. You wouldn't have thought there was a lighter shade to his skin, but yet suddenly, there it was. "You should have said so!" he cried. He ran over to a shelf and pulled off several books. "These all categorize variants of mystical poisons and intoxicants. That'd be a good place to start. And, uh, the third row, top shelf, there's a big red book that lists diseases that can affect the undead - that might have something." He rattled off a list of a few more possible books.

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[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory nodded along. "Thank you," she said gratefully, taking the books from Andrew, and immediately retrieved the red book he'd indicated, going up on her toes to gently pull it down.

She took the stack of books over to a desk and immediately began thumbing through the index of one, chewing on her lip and already taking notes on a pad of paper she'd unearthed from her purse.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker started paging through and sorted out the ones in Latin and Greek, then grabbed the ones in Spanish and French. "Are any of these specific to poisons that are injected?" She cracked her neck, then sent Andrew a sharp look. "And you're amazingly knowledgeable about this," she said grudgingly. "I take it you're acquainted with certain souled vampires?"

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[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Victor tried to look nonchalant as he slipped beside Rory and turned on his camcorder. "Just in case," he muttered, flipping open a book and recording the pages on poisons.

In a corner of the library

[nadiathesaint]

Angela had wandered a bit away from most of the researchers and was staring at the walls of books, her hands behind her back.

A tall, skinny, vaguely elfin girl seemed to appear near her. "Are you looking for something?"

"I'm not sure?" Angela said, face scrunched up. "I have this friend who's a vampire, and he was, like, poisoned, and he might die. And there's supposed to be a book in here that could help him. Somewhere."

The girl made a face. "You're friends with a vampire?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am," Angela said, a little defensive. "He has a soul, and everything. So he's kind of unique." She paused for a moment. "Do you work here, or something?"

"Or something. I'm Amanda." The girl nodded. "Another vampire with a soul, huh? I don't think we have anything good about poisons for vampires here."

"Really?" Angela said. "But -- but we know a watcher, back home, and he sent us here. And the guy out front told us we could look around." She looked kind of like she had just watched someone run over her puppy.

Amanda shook her head sadly. "We don't have a lot of good books here. There's another library kept by one of the old watchers that I think might have the right book, but he won't let us have them. He's kind of a big dick."

Angela bit her lower lip. That figured. "Who's the dick?" she asked. "Maybe someone could talk to him."

"Roger Wyndam-Pryce. If you're not a watcher? And I mean, one of the old watchers from before the explosion? He probably won't listen." Amanda shrugged. "Sorry."

"Wyndam-Pryce?" Angela asked. "I think his son used to go to school with us. He was sort of a twerp."

Amanda frowned. "That can't be right. I think Wesley was way older. But if he was anything like his dad? He'd definitely be a twerp."

"Yeah, Wesley," Angela agreed. "He would come into the library and be all snotty at us aides. Plus, he turned my friend Zero into a cat. Our school is kind of weird, so it wouldn't surprise me if he was supposed to be older than he was. I'm supposed to be older than I am."

"Oh." Amanda looked around, then leaned forward. "My school was weird, too. I hope your vampire friend will be okay."

"Thanks," Angela said, with a little bit of a smile. "I hope so too. There has to be some way to cure Angel, right?"

Amanda's eyes widened. "Angel? He's your vampire with a soul?"

"Uh-huh," Angela said. "Are there a lot of them?"

Amanda's eyebrows drew together. "Only two, I think. Angel and Spike. But last I heard they were both in LA."

"I think he spent some time in L.A. He's in Virginia now, though," Angela said, running a hand through her hair. "I don't know, there's all kinds of freaky dimensional stuff, so maybe yours is in L.A. and ours isn't."

"Well, I guess that makes sense. Do you have your own Buffy and Andrew, too?"

"We had a Buffy. She was .... really shy, I guess. Angel said she was different from his Buffy. Not an Andrew, though." Angela's eyes widened. "Wait, are you from Sunnydale?"

"Yup. I went to Sunnydale High with Dawn. I don't think I'd ever describe Buffy as being 'shy' though. Your world must be very different from mine."

"I don't know Dawn, but yeah, it sounds like our worlds are different." Angela shrugged, sort of used to this by now. "Xander Harris is around, if you want to say hi."

Amanda looked excited for a moment. "He's here?" Then her face fell. "He probably wouldn't be able to see me anyway. Thanks, though."

"He's not that busy," Angela said, then let it drop. She probably didn't know this girl's Xander anyhow. "But no problem. I'm going to go find my friends -- maybe we'll be able to figure out a way to get the book from the Wyndam-Pryces."

"Okay, good luck!"

"Thanks," Angela called back, and went off to find Parker or Marty.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker was glaring at the books like they'd declined her credit card. Disbelieving and murderous. "Find anything?" she asked Angela, closing another book with a snap. "Because we're coming up with no diamonds, no bars, and no jackpots."

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[chasingangela]

"I think so," Angela said eagerly. "You remember that twit, Wesley? Apparently his dad was a watcher and has most of the good books. This girl from Sunnydale who works here told me."

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker rolled her eyes. "Oh, of course. He brought all those stupid books from home, and it *would* run in the family to bogart the good stuff. Did she say where he lives? Because that would be perfect."

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[chasingangela]

Angela furrowed her brow in concentration. "Not exactly," she admitted reluctantly. "I kind of forgot to ask. But the name's so unusual, we should be able to find their house, right?"