11492/Magic 101

Magic 101
Date of Scene:	16 May 2020
Location:	The Magic Box, Sunnydale
Synopsis:	A meeting at the Magic Box
Cast of Characters:	Buffy Summers, Rupert Giles, Morgana le Fay

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Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers has been working tirelessly at the Magic Box over the last couple of weeks, in the absence of both Anya and Giles..Which was tricky since she really doesn't k is as much about magic as she'd like. And it's about time she changed that! Let's just hope Giles returns from his trip soon..She has so many questions..

Rupert Giles has posed:
Cue, as if by magic... particularly arcane magic, given the hideous noise it makes... the arrival of a somewhat battered Citroen DS, and its tweed-jacketed owner. Giles locks the car (it has central locking - you can reach all the doors from the driver's seat), slings a duffle bag over one shoulder and heads into the store, the doorbell giving a brief jangle as he enters.

Morgana le Fay has posed:
Morgana's finally rested enough to come out of Avalon, and this is more a 'what is going on' type trip than anything too meaningful. She's still got her game face on, and she's heading for the Magic Box. The store name alone has her clenching her fists. Pretentious little....grrrrrr. When she subjugates humanity, she's got plans for whoever owns this store.

Sweeping on in, she keeps her crown atop her head, as if emphasizing she is /important/ Which she is. In Avalon that is.

She's giving the store a sneer, the car getting a scathing look, something like 'who would drive that'

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers looks up when the bell jingles, smiling at the sight of Giles. "Hey Giles, how goes? Glad you're back, it's a headache trying to give magic advice to practiced wiccans when you barely k ow the art yourself.." she makes a face. "How was the trip?"

She spots the elegant lady with a crown no less which undoubtedly gets some raised brows from a few customers. "Hello! Welcome to the magic shop!" she quips cheerfully.

Rupert Giles has posed:
A grimace from Giles, who dumps the duffel bag on the counter with a considerably weioghty thud, and sighs. "I cannot remember if Dante's circles of hell included one inhabited by petty bureaucrats. If not, it's a dismal oversight on the part of Monsignor Alighieri, because I can definitely attest that I have been there." He glances round at the newcomer, stifles what would probably have been an 'oh my goodness' with a visible effort of will, and removes his glasses to clean them. "Ah... Uh. Indeed. Welcome to the Magic Box, my lady." Proper British, that.

Morgana le Fay has posed:
Morgana looks from Buffy to Giles. "My lady? Are you going to bow and kiss my hand and make me tea?" Morgana asks with saccharine sweet venom behind her words. "So" Morgana says to Buffy and Giles. "So" shee says and looks around the Magic Box. "There's no boxes here that are magic?" she asks. Points for taking things literally.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smirks a bit at Giles' decidedly British librarian-isms and shrugs, "Went that bad huh? Sorry to hear..Um, maybe later when it's less busy we can talk about..Charms? I need help on something." but it seems they're busy right now and she turns to ficus on the fancy dressed lady with the crush, raising her brows a bit. "Uhhh..? Sorry, we don't serve tea here, although we sell a variety of herbal teas.. " somehow she doubts that's what this stuck up woman is up to.

The second comment causes her to chuckle a bit. "Heh, it's just a name. Although you might just find a literal magic box here somewhere. But we are a magic supply shop. Anything in particular you're looking for, ma'am?"

Rupert Giles has posed:
"We don't, technically, serve tea." Giles allows himself a slightly sheepish smile. "But I confess that I am gasping for one, so if my lady would like..." Glasses replaced, Morgana gets a scrutiny that might suggest there's a little more to the funny Brit than a BBC English accent and a tweed jacket. "And as Buffy says, it does rather depend on who you are and what you're looking for."

Morgana le Fay has posed:
Morgana raises an eyebrow at the lack of tea. "Yes. Yes please. Tea would be nice" Morgana says without the saccharine or venom in it now as she nods. "I could take a cup of tea, indeed. And...I'm after information" Morgana offers with a look over to Buffy, and then Giles again. Fellow Brit. Just....Morgana is several centurries older and more vindictive and scheming.

Right now though? Tea is a good way to sit down with these two and figure out what they know. And what she can use.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers bites her lip, eyeing the woman thoughtfully. "Well, like Mr. Giles said, we don't normally serve tea, but I can sell you some if you like?" although she glances helplessly at Giles to see if he's actually gonna offer her a fresh cup. It's such a British thing to do.."Soo what kind of information are you after? Although Giles here is the information specialist really." she's still sizing Morgana up, trying to figure her out. "Nice crown, by the way."

Rupert Giles has posed:
"Tea." There is a kettle and mugs, a couple of which are even decent bone china, tucked away in a corner behind the counter, and Giles busies himself setting the formner on to boil. Over his shoulder, "I think we can run to a decent cup of tea for... ah.. I'm sorry. I didn't catch your name."

Morgana le Fay has posed:
Morgana smiles. "My name's Morgan" she saays. Just ditch a letter and cover identity. See. She'll even stretch and pretend she's a theater major, or, or....something like that. Because the whole Morgana le Fey coming into Sunnydale is ridiculous. Or...is it? Not any more ridiculous than a Hellmouth or vampires, or slayers, or...or....

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smiles, "Wow, didn't know you actually had those things here, that's pretty cool." must be the while Brit thing going on. She smiles and nods to Morgan, "Nice to meet you Morgan, I'm Buffy.." though she frowns at her watch, "Well guess my shift is over and I need to meet someone, see you all later!"

Rupert Giles has posed:
Rupert Giles watches the small whirlwind that is the Slayer disappear in a rush. "Ahh... Yes. Giles. Rupert Giles. Pleased to meet you." He comes round the counter to offer a hand. "And that, as you probably gathered, was Buffy."