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[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles had spent the post-battle days resting and recovering. Even though the advanced medical equipment left him feeling more physically whole and fit then he had for ages. He was now in the bar with a book, doing some light reading. (Mediaval history if you must know)
And yes, there's a pot of tea by him so having his usual cuppa.
He gave some cursory glances around the bar. A lot of new arrivals of late.
Hmmm... They tend to occur in waves, he wondered why that was.
(ooc: mun is to bed, have an early day tomorrow. Happy to slowtime)

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/]

Smeagol staaaares.

"Look, I'm not omniscient anymore, so you're going to have to use smaller words."

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles blinked at that.

Several times.

"Omniscient? Oh dear... that must have quite an experience."

He then explained, "I was guessing that perhaps you could somehow sense another's thoughts, or your senses were strengthened beyond normal means. Or you had used magic, or magic was done to you to cause a similiar effect."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/]

". . . let's go with the last one.

And, yes, it was, which is why I gave it up."

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

"That's quite understandable. At least you were able to free yourself by will from it."