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[hadyougoing]

Here is what you need to know about Ava:

+ She's a brunette.

+ She kills people for fun and profit.

+ She has taken two showers today to diminish the potential lingering eau de hell, although she figures she's got to smell primarily of dusty files at the end of a long day at the office.

+ She's sitting on a couch in her sweats and purple sweater, clown nose necklace in evidence, and leafing with interest through a dusty and sinister-looking tome on demonology (next to a Feb/Mar 2008 issue of Cosmo).


[ooc: paper-writing and therefore slow-- spring break is just around the corner though!]

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[stillbecoming]

Here is what you need to know about Buffy:

+ She's a blonde.

+ She kills the undead for fun and...destiny?

+ She has taken only one shower today. And you don't actually need to know that. At all.

+ She is bearing down on Ava with a plate of nachos in one hand and a look of musty tome-directed curiosity on her face.

[hadyougoing]

"Hey Buffy!"

Ooh, nachos. Ava scootches obligingly to make more room on the couch.

[stillbecoming]

People always make room for the girl with the nachos.

"Hi, Ava," Buffy says, settling her plate carefully on the table. "Okay, wow, this is almost exactly how I spent my evening yesterday. Different ancient text --" She pauses to squint at the title.

[hadyougoing]

It is, as it happens, a copy of The Formicarius from a universe or two over.

This one doesn't skimp on the gory details.

"It's not bad," Ava says, politely. She makes a face. "But it's soooo dense. My God, I wish Milliways would translate this into understandable English. What was your ancient text?"

[stillbecoming]

"Oh, just -- journals. Nothing as exciting as..."

She eyes Ava's book.

"...I...don't actually know what this is, but it looks impressive. What're you doing?"

[hadyougoing]

"A little self-defense reading," Ava replies cheerily.

"I mean-- you said way back when that vampires were demons? I figure, we've got a huge supernatural library upstairs that I now semi-officially work for, I should try and read up on the things that could come here and try to eat me."

[stillbecoming]

"Not a bad plan."

Speaking of eating. Buffy snags a nacho. "Ooh hey, your Cosmo's from the same month, but it's got all different articles!" She squints. "'The Man Your Man Could Smell Like.'"

[hadyougoing]

"--Different articles?"

Ava blinks, leafing to page 57.

And drops the magazine, startled, as a projection of light, roughly screen-shaped and generously screen-sized, appears over the fallen full-page Old Spice spread.

"Hello, ladies, the screen declares (or, more specifically, the well-built betoweled man on the screen). "Look at your man. Now back to me-- now back at your man-- now back to me!"

"Dude," Ava says, wrinkling her nose and shooting Buffy a sideways glance, "they did not have these when I was last home."

[stillbecoming]

Buffy is looking at the man her man could smell like.

(They're on boat.)

"Me neither," she says dreamily.

It's possible she's referring to his arms, and not the fact of a hologram-projection ad.

[ellectrical]

Elle is snooping.

Well, not really, but she does lean over the back of the couch with what most would interpret as the obvious intent of looking at whatever Ava's reading from over her shoulder.

Elle thinks of it more as 'something to do.'

[hadyougoing]

Ava glances up fairly quickly.

"Hey Sparky! What's up?"

[ellectrical]

She stiffens one arm into something like a shrug.

"What're you reading?"

[hadyougoing]

"The Formicarius?"

She's hold it up, but it's kind of hefty.

"It's incredibly boring, but I put up with it because it says some interesting stuff on the subject of black magic."

[ellectrical]

It doesn't mean anything to Elle, but her father didn't keep books about that kind of thing.

"Do you have to know about that?"

Or is black magic just that much fun?

[hadyougoing]

"Not really, I guess," she says absently.

"But the more you know."

[ellectrical]

Beat.

"Will it help you with something?"

Beyond being bored, Elle doesn't have a lot of reasons for reading things.

[hadyougoing]

She smiles.

"I don't know! I guess it could help me find witches."

And learn some specific ways of channeling magic.

Apparently, all you've gotta do is want it bad enough.

[stilljustandrew]

Sadly, Andrew only knows the first and the last of those.

"Hi, Ava!"

[hadyougoing]

Ava sets down the book with a bright smile.

"Andrew! Hey!"

Sadly indeed.

[stilljustandrew]

"What'cha reading?" He tilts his head curiously.

[hadyougoing]

"The Formicarius?" Ava says.

"Ever since that vampire started stalking brunettes, I figured I better start really kicking it into gear with my reading list. Should I do Malleus Maleficarum or is that for amateurs?"

[stilljustandrew]

He waves a hand. "It's not real reliable. But, oh: we found out who this particular vampire is."

[hadyougoing]

Ava sighs, in re: witch-book.

She figured.

"Yeah?" she says. "Who is it? Umm. I mean. I don't know a lot of vampires."

[stilljustandrew]

"You know this one," he says. "Vlad Tepesh of Wallachia. More popularly known as Vlad Dracul, or Count Dracula."

[hadyougoing]

Ava's eyes widen, in fangirlish glee.

"Dracula?" she repeats.

"Get out!"