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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew comes downstairs, carrying two notebooks and a pen, and heads for the bar like a man in a hurry.*

Hi, hon. Tuna fish sandwich and a sixpack of Jolt cola, please. Thanks.

*He picks up the food as it appears, makes for a table, and starts looking around for Tim.*

*There's Planning to be done.*

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim is working on his spell, still.*

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew catches sight of Tim, and waves him over.*

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim sets the spell on auto, and heads on over.*

Heya

[stilljustandrew]

What have we got?

*Things like 'hi, Tim, how're you?' will have to wait for a less fraught time.*

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Rays recalibrating the beacon to help out.

*Tim glances back.*

with his help... Wednsday?

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew hisses between his teeth.*

That's ... four days. Frell.

I've been looking through that summoning spell Jonathan and I used to get Shelley back....

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

More.

*Tim cusses in some ancient language.*

Time isn't running right.

*He pauses.*

Summoning spell?

[balletrat]

*Meg catches a glimpse of a familiar face, over the top of her coffee cup.

Meg's fingers tighten a little around the cup. She waits.*

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew doesn't see Meg. He's reading intently through one of his notebooks, pausing occasionally to make a further note. One of his feet is jittering up and down on the floor, tapping a nervous rhythm.*

*He probably isn't aware of this. Or of the fact that every few seconds, he's glancing up at the front door.*

[balletrat]

*However little he's aware of it, Meg's awareness most likely makes up for it.

She considers standing up, and going over.

And instead, steadies the coffee cup on her knees, and looks back down at it.*

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew makes another note, and takes another bite of tuna sandwich (because fish is brain food) and a long drink of Jolt (because caffeine speeds up the thinking process).*

*And looks up at the front door. Not just a glance this time; rather a long look.*

*A fairly complex look too, what with dread and hope and unease and wistfulness and grim determination fighting it out for primacy.*

[balletrat]

*Meg glances up, and then down again, swiftly.

And wishes, for one brief fierce second, that she could afford to be drinking, right now.*

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew looks away from the door, shaking his head.*

*And sees Meg.*

[young_tmriddle]

*Tom passes by on his way back to the House of Arch.*

Hullo, Andrew.

[stilljustandrew]

... Tom. Hey.

[young_tmriddle]

Is something wrong?

[stilljustandrew]

My friend Faith -- you know Faith?

[young_tmriddle]

Yes, I do. Not very well, but she's to teach Ingress archery.

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew presses his lips together.*

She ...

She got dragged into a Hellmouth last night. Badly wounded. We saw it through the door.

We're gonna get her back.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert approaches, looking grim and purposeful.

"Andrew?"

[stilljustandrew]

Yeah?

*Andrew looks grim and purposeful right back.*

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

"You're working on a way to get Faith back, aren't you?" Cuthbert nods toward the notebooks, with a smile that's brief and not really very pleasant.

[stilljustandrew]

... Yeah, that's the general idea.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Bert nods. "I won't keep you talking for long then, but--any help I can give is yours. I doubt I could be any help with finding a way to do it--that sort of thing is not remotely my area--but if you need people to go after her..." He trails off, and lays a hand on one of his guns. That says all the rest, really.

[stilljustandrew]

...

*Andrew pauses. Then nods, firmly.*

Guns won't be much good against most Hellmouth types, though.