Owner	Pose
Jennifer Kale	It's morning in Sunnydale, which means that Jennifer Kale can be found at the Enchanted Grounds. Not *early* morning, mind you, but technically still morning. Even night owls need their sleep, after all. One of the witch-themed servers refills her coffee, and Jen looks up with a small smile. "Thanks, Tina." For her part, Jen is carefully leafing through one of the many occult reprints with an amused smile.
Modred	Not long ago, Modred was released from his tower py a pair of archeologists. At first, it was hard to believe that fourteen centuries have passed while he was bound by Gervais. After seeing a bit of London though, he was forced to believe it. Deciding to explore, he flew to Stonehenge ad looked along the lines that lead from that nexus until he found one that lead to another nexus...one far and away beyond the ocean. He stepped into the line and teleported as far along it as he could.
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale pauses mid-sip, blinking a couple of times. There are plenty of weird things in Sunnydale, but it's not often that she feels a magical *surge* like the one she just felt. Jen lowers her cup and fishes a few bills out of her purse, sliding out of the booth. "Sorry, ladies, but I just remembered that I have an appointment." Someone is coming. Shit. Striding briskly, Jen heads for the door while muttering something under her breath. It's a simple incantation to sharpen her magical senses, providing a bit clearer direction.
Modred	Modred drops out of the ley line in a strange building. He is in a long hallway with many metal cases along the walls. Between the cases are wooden doors with metal handles. Wherever he is, it must be within a few hundred feet of the main nexus in the area. The power is spread out enough that it is hard to locate the exact center point. He sees windows in the foors and marvels again at the use of glass. Why, where he cam from glass was rare enough that cut glass was near as valuable as true gems, but in this timme it is everywhere. He gees a glass case up the hall and walks towards it. There are strange metal statures in the case, and the pictures! Why, it is such an amazing likeness!
Jennifer Kale	Does Jen know where the ley lines are through Sunnydale? Of course she does. The detection charm confirms her suspicions as well, and she jogs over to the school. The school is locked on the weekend, of course. But for Jen it takes her less than two minutes to obscure the security systems, jinx the locks, and slip inside. Booted footsteps echo softly on the tile floor as the blonde approaches in bell-bottom pants and midriff top, complete with dragon tattoo on a bared arm. The detection charm is still active and readily sensed, and she smiles as she approaches. "Hello there." she greets the unusually-garbed young man. "New in town?"
Modred	Modred hears the boots approaching and looks up, expecting to find some guardsman or perhaps an apprentice of whatever tradesman this hall belongs to. He blinks twice at the lady. The first time because it is a lady, the second for how she is dressed. Modred replies, "Verily it is so. What strange land is this? What are these garments thou adornest thyself with? Thou are too clean to be a serf or peasant, but art not finely enough dressed to be a lady. Thou then art freeborn into a trade? I sense the magic about you, be thee witch or sorceress?"
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale reaches up to run fingers through her blonde locks, nodding slowly as she approaches. She stops a comfortable distance away, looking over the young man with his anachronistic attire. "Right. I've been called both, actually, depending on the occasion. I'd prefer if you called me Jennifer, however. Of the house Kale." Yeah, that's it. "I'm freeborn. An... entertainer." Of sorts. "You're in the far West, in America. It was later known as the 'New World' and then colonies of the British Empire. But we've been independent of Britain for a good many years, now." Drawing a deep breath, Jen exhales slowly. "It's complicated. So. You staying anywhere local, or just passing through?"
Modred	Modred frowns, "Know ye not the difrence betwixt the kinds of magi? Thou art poorly trained. Know thee that there be three levels of studies magickal. The first level be the the hedge magi, who can only master the simples spells of magic drawn from their own spirit. The Second level be the witches and wizards, who use the power of the world around them. The final level be the Sorcerers, who call upon sources of power beyond this world. I was trained by a wizard, wh was seeking a sorcerer to train me in greater magic when the disaster befell camelot and Merlin went mad." He stops and says, "Thy pardon Gentlewoman Jongular of the house of Kale. I am Modred, Apprentice to the wizard Gervais, distantly kin to that Arthur of the Dragon Pennant who ruled in Camelot many centuries past. I thank ye for the information. Where might one find an inn in these parts to stay?"
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale smiles almost indulgently at Modred's explanation of the various degrees of magic, folding arms over her chest and cocking her hip a bit saucily. "I said that I've been -called- both." she replies softly. "Technically speaking, by your definition I'm a Sorceress." And she leaves it at that, for the moment. "I, um, can point you towards an Inn but I really think you're going to find things here a bit... different... than what you're used to." How do you nicely say that he's going to be a fish out of water, after all? "Tell you what. Until you can find something, I'm renting a two-bedroom place. My roommate isn't supposed to move in until the end of the summer, so you're welcome to stay with me for a little while. If you want. There's a lot you need to know about this place, and I can help." Like starting with fashion and little concepts like, say, money.
Modred	Modred inclines his head respectfully, "Mayhap we can trade spells sometime, though reluctant am I to study sorcery anon. I fear my last encounter with those who dwell beyond was a might less than cordial."      He adds, "An thou wouldst let me a room for the nounce 'twould maketh this simpler."
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale relaxes a little when he accepts her offer, and she inclines her head as formally as a South Florida girl can manage. "I'd be happy to." she replies. "And it's whatever you'd be comfortable with." The girl looks him over more slowly for a moment. "We'll also have to take you shopping. Forthwith."
Modred	"Prithee what need have I to travel to a shop? I am a wizard of power, I can conjure what I need with a simple incantation," Modred seems faintly offended by the idea thaat he would need to go to a shop.
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale flashes a grin at that. "Even better. I'm headed there in a little bit, and I'll send up a magical beacon for you to follow. But we definitely need to discuss something called 'blue jeans'." Palms towards him, her fingers spread wide and she makes a slow, circular gesture. An group of illusary images form between them, all of Modred. Except now he's dressed in jeans and sneakers, with a variety of shirt options. "You should consider something like this, for clothing. It's how people dress here."
Modred	Modred studies the image with a faint frown, "Belike it be suitable for tradesmen to bedeck themselves in, but what is the material of which it is made? It be not leather, silk, wool, nor flaxen weaving." He invokes, "Powers of the land and sea, Change these garments, let them me, changed from tabbard, cloak and mail to silken shirt and trou without fail." Instantyly he is clad in a silk shirt and silk pants.
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale steps up closer, once he's changed into all silk garments. She smiles wryly, giving a nod. "It's called 'denim'. We'll work on it." she replies. "We'll work on it. C'mon, then. I'll give you the nickel-tour of the town." And with that, Jen leads and takes the long way back to her apartment. While Modred gets his first, of what will no doubt be many, discussion of American history.