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Who: Buffy Summers & Dean Petrado
Where: Pod Lobby/Common Area
When: Week Six, Saturday
Status: Closed & Finished
Buffy was taking everyone's advice, albeit rather reluctantly, and spending a lot more time wandering the Pod and doing the mingling thing, instead of being holed up in her room. She had spent more time in the training room working with the other slayers. And had even ventured to the library to do some research amongst other people.
But, right now, she was taking a break after having her nose in one of Giles' books for the majority of the morning. She was sipping on a cup of hot chocolate, flipping through a gossip magazine near the window, when she spotted a man she didn't recognize--and boy, there were a lot of those--wandering the lobby in bewilderment. She peeked her head over the top of her magazine, glancing around to see if anyone else was here to greet the newcomer.
After waiting a few minutes to see if someone would come to his aid, she set her magazine and cup down, smoothing her shirt as she crossed over the room to him. She stuck her hand out, a smile coming into her features as she said, "Hi, can I help you? I'm Buffy Summers."
She knew that no one would ever step foot into the Pod, unless they had a specific purpose or knew of what they did. So, this guy--who, she noticed as she met his eyes was what she would stereotypically describe as ruggedly handsome, much to her personal delight--had to be either a watcher or someone else hired to help out with their mission.
Where: Pod Lobby/Common Area
When: Week Six, Saturday
Status: Closed & Finished
Buffy was taking everyone's advice, albeit rather reluctantly, and spending a lot more time wandering the Pod and doing the mingling thing, instead of being holed up in her room. She had spent more time in the training room working with the other slayers. And had even ventured to the library to do some research amongst other people.
But, right now, she was taking a break after having her nose in one of Giles' books for the majority of the morning. She was sipping on a cup of hot chocolate, flipping through a gossip magazine near the window, when she spotted a man she didn't recognize--and boy, there were a lot of those--wandering the lobby in bewilderment. She peeked her head over the top of her magazine, glancing around to see if anyone else was here to greet the newcomer.
After waiting a few minutes to see if someone would come to his aid, she set her magazine and cup down, smoothing her shirt as she crossed over the room to him. She stuck her hand out, a smile coming into her features as she said, "Hi, can I help you? I'm Buffy Summers."
She knew that no one would ever step foot into the Pod, unless they had a specific purpose or knew of what they did. So, this guy--who, she noticed as she met his eyes was what she would stereotypically describe as ruggedly handsome, much to her personal delight--had to be either a watcher or someone else hired to help out with their mission.