WHO: Alex, Ashley, and Shawn WHEN: April 17, 2011 WHERE: Sunnydale Library WHAT: Research. Lots and lots of research. WARNINGS: Mild language. Talks of icky things. Apocalypse speculation. Basic Scooby gang stuff.
The library was NOT Alex's idea of a fun hang-out spot. In fact, her time spent in the library was often limited to the time she got paid to be there for work, and even then she loathed its presence. In her opinion--and Xander liked to agree if it meant both getting out of the boredom and avoiding female anger--there was nothing you could find in books that you couldn't find through the power of google, and a hell of a lot faster than it was taking them now. There was unrest in the reincarnate world, and unrest in hellmouth terms usually translated to trouble.
Which translated to research.
"There is a whole lotta words and so very little pictures," She whined when she opened what felt like her fiftieth book, but was in reality only her third. There were looks shot her way that made her grin sheepishly and bury her face in the paper again. Small print, big words. "Skench demons." She smirked and then giggled immaturely. "Bet they stink. Hey G, if we washed one in a tub--" She looked up and cut off. Research was serious business. It needed quiet. Obviously.
So she started tapping her pencil against the page, eyes fixated on the same paragraph she'd read three times already. The words weren't making any more sense to her now than they were ten minutes earlier, and it'd gotten to the point where she couldn't remember what they were supposed to be looking for in the first place. She chanced a glance in Ashley's direction and started humming; it was something to pass the time.