Naomi Bettingfield (corruptableslay) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-08-30 22:15:00 |
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Current location: | Shooting Star Comics |
Current mood: | curious |
Entry tags: | andrew wells, cassie allen, naomi bettingfield, place: la, ~phoebe stevens |
Finding Things Out
Who: Naomi and Feebz, with Andrew and Cassie
Where: Shooting Star Comics
When: Monday Afternoon, 8/30
"So... the guy that made that weird website works at his place? You're sure?" Phoebe asked in a slightly exasperated tone as she and Naomi walked towards Shooting Star Comics. "I mean, that CAN'T be for real, hon. There were superheroes and stuff on there!" Note she was there, though. Phoebe was as desperate for answers at this point as her friend.
"Well, the guy I talked to at school said that the stuff he was talking about on the website was real, even if the website was over the top," Naomi told her, checking the website pages she still had in her hand again and looking back up at the store. "Yep, this is the place. 'Supposed to look for an Andrew Wells." Sounded normal enough.
"Ok... but I swear, if this is some stupid guy who thinks like... Spider-Man is real or something, I'm leaving." Phoebe sighed, rolling her eyes as she walked into the store, crossing her arms and looking around.
Naomi snorted. "Fine, but I think we're on the right track," she said, making her way into the store as well.
Right where Andrew himself was having an argument with some comic book nerd (we'll call him Bartholomew just for fun), about who was the better captain, Picard or Kirk. "Anyone can just sleep with green women!" Andrew snapped. "Picard actually put thought into his captaining. Besides, at least he admitted he was bald!"
"Oh. My. GOD." Phoebe said audibly. "Naomi? I am NEVER forgiving your ass for this."
Naomi just sighed and rolled her eyes. "At least he's arguing for the right captain," she said. She reached over and tapped Andrew on the shoulder. "Hey, can we talk about the website you made?"
Andrew turned and then blinked. "What? You found my website?" He turned back to the other nerd. "Go away or buy something. I got real business to attend to." He turned and looked back at the two girls. "Mind if we talk a little more in private?"
"If this is like that "Very Special Episode" of Diff'rent Strokes, and there's a bike shop in the back, I'm gonna be PISSED." Oh gawd. Animal House, Diff'rent Strokes... get the feeling Phoebe lived more in other decades than her own?
Naomi made a face at her. "Fine," she said, looking back at Andrew, following him as he led the others to the back.
"Andrew? Is there a reason you're taking two pretty girls who don't work here to the back?" Cassie poked her blonde head around the corner, raising an eyebrow. "And... is this reason going to make me cry?"
Andrew shook his head vigorously. "No! No crying! They found my website!" He grinned. "You know, the one I made in hopes of finding other Slayers out there?"
Naomi snorted. "Even I have standards," she muttered in Feebz direction.
"Yeah, but YOUR dreamboat is all kinds of married..." Phoebe teased with a snicker before looking at Andrew. "So... what, you're gonna make us like some super powered Charlie's Angels? Only dressing like that blonde in the picture? Because seriously, I ain't doing costumes."
Naomi shook her head. "If you think I'm wearing spandex you got another thing coming. I'll do to you what I did to the door."
Andrew shook his head. "No, that was just to try and get the message across," he said. "Plus, Gwen picked out her own costume."
"So... tell us how this works. What we are. What YOU can do to help us. And most importantly?" She stepped protectively in front of Naomi, the tomboy in her sort of coming out. "Tell us why we should trust you."
"Oh! Yeah, I'm a Watcher, actually. They are the ones who help Slayers train and help them fight the stuff they are supposed to fight." He looked at them. "And you guys are Slayers, by the way."
"This is like, the worst introduction thing EVER." Phoebe grumbled, wondering if this kid was for real. "Seriously, man... that was supposed to make us wanna let you teach us?"
Andrew shook his head. "You wouldn't be working with me, anyway," he said to her. "Look, if you guys really need to find out about this stuff, there's someone that you should talk to other than me. I just put the website out there to find more girls like you." He grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down Giles's number. "This is the guy you should really be talking to."
"Tellin' you... bike shop. I can see it comin' now..." She grumbled under her breath to Naomi before taking the paper from him. "And... you're one of the people that train girls like us?"
"Yeah," Andrew said with a nod, "I'm one of them. Mr. Giles will get you a different person, though. I already have a Slayer to train."
Naomi sighed. She half wanted to just go back to Julian and ask him what he knew of. "So, we should just call this number and get more information?"
"Fine. We'll call. But I swear, if I even see a rickety van within a MILE of this place, I am RUNNING, and to hell with ALL y'all." Phoebe said defiantly.
Naomi snorted. "Because you'd get in any van with CANDY written on the side," she said with a laugh. "Fine, we'll call the guy." With that, she turned to leave. What? It wasn't like she could hang around a comic shop and feel comfortable, right?
"And hey. If this is all legit..." Phoebe gave Andrew a doubting, but still polite, smile. "Then thanks. Because this is all a bit to swallow... but you seem like you're trying to help."
"I'm just trying to help," Andrew said with a slight shrug. "Doing what I can." Because the old guys weren't going to find girls the old fashioned way, whatever that was. You had to use today's technology to get ahold of them.