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[cross_and_bow]

"Welcome to Sunshine," says Juliet. "And to my front porch and whatever you do don't hit the light, it'll set Sherlock on fire."

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[pythbox]

Giles frowns slightly.

[cross_and_bow]

"What?" Juliet asks.

[pythbox]

He continues frowning for a moment, then shakes his head.

[cross_and_bow]

"I bet you want to know why Shell Bell's doing that and you're concerned she'll answer you and this will offend your librarian sensibilities," says Juliet.

[pythbox]

He cleans his glasses.

[cross_and_bow]

"I'm right," concludes Juliet, humming, and she goes back to plowing through her demonology texts for a minute before adding, "So I was thinking of getting, like, a mask, probably a conjured one so it'll fit and have good visibility and not come off easily and stuff, and fighting demons in it. So they can't accost me at least based on my face when I'm trying to attend Latin or whatever. I was also thinking I'd go to L.A. first before fighting any demons I don't plan to completely wipe out for rumoring purposes, so it looks like I live there - within apocalypsey reach of Sunnydale but not leading would-be-Slayer-killers right to my door. I'll bring Sherlock, and Shell Bell if she hasn't gone home, they can help if I get in a spot - would it be good or bad if there were rumors I can teleport?"

[pythbox]

He blinks.

"Good," he says. "Probably. It's never come up."

[cross_and_bow]

"I can't, but Shell Bell can, and she can be invisible and take passengers," explains Juliet, "and she thinks faster than I do, so she can simulate my reaction time."

[she_sells_seashells]

Shell Bell responds to this by flickering around the room at high speed.

[pythbox]

Giles tries to follow her movement with his eyes, but almost immediately gives up.

[she_sells_seashells]

She comes to a stop in front of him. (Floating in midair.)

[cross_and_bow]

"We'll be able to keep you updated on goings-on in L.A. via brainphone," Juliet says, "in case we run into something we don't recognize and want you to look it up. Sherlock's the other person on the network, by the way. I think he's probably asleep now."

[pythbox]

"That does sound convenient, then," he says, ignoring Bell's showoffery.

[cross_and_bow]

"Yup," says Juliet. "I have excellent alts."

[pythbox]

"That's true," he allows, smiling a little.

[cross_and_bow]

"At what time are you going to inform the Council? Will they want me on the phone too or do they only talk through you as far as I'm concerned?"

[pythbox]

"Tomorrow morning, I think," he says. "And you're right, they won't care to hear from you."

[cross_and_bow]

"That would probably bother me, if I felt like talking to them," she muses.

[pythbox]

"I don't think anyone involved in that conversation would enjoy it," Giles predicts.

[cross_and_bow]

"Agreed. What're you going to tell them, exactly? If I were them I'd have questions if all you said was 'found her'."

[pythbox]

"I'm going to tell them that I found the Slayer, she's safe, healthy, and beginning official training immediately. I don't think they'll have many questions about exactly how we met; it's not completely unheard-of for a teenage girl to enter a high school library of her own free will."

[cross_and_bow]

"Can you get me on the brainphone to let me know if the conversation deviates from expected parameters?"

[pythbox]

"Yes, I suppose so," he says.

[cross_and_bow]

"Thanks! Hey, if Sherlock doesn't object, do you want to come and watch us beat each other up tonight? See how I'm coming along?"

[pythbox]

"Yes," he says. "If he kills me, I will be very disappointed in your judgment."