Room 415, Tuesday Early Afternoon
Jan. 11th, 2011 08:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brat_inslayageTuesday meant Reserves, and that was always good, but Tuesday also meant a call with her Watcher sandwiched into the hour between Paranormal Activity and Reserves (this semester, anyway), and that was usually pretty good too. Kennedy had been practically twitching with impatience for days since last week's email from Constance about the Slayer's Watcher showing up at Council HQ; maybe, now that some kind of official contact had been made, she'd get some real news.
"It hasn't escaped my notice, you know, that your reports of late have been notably devoid of any excitement," Constance noted, once Kennedy had finished reporting on how her training schedule had been going. "Barring the phone mixups of the weekend, which I'm hardly counting after some of the escapades you've told me about. Unless there's some new bit of excitement you haven't mentioned..."
"Nothing, I swear," Kennedy wheedled. "My life has been totally excitement-free since before Christmas. So come on, tell me, what'd you hear from the stuffed suits in charge? Anything interesting?"
"According to your standards?" If there was a slightly more reserved note to Constance's voice, Kennedy didn't notice. "Hardly. There's no 'demony gossip,' as you'd trivialize it."
"What, nothing? You told me the Council was gonna send a team to Sunnydale," Kennedy pressed. "There's gotta be something interesting."
Constance's sigh was audible over the line and the pulsing bassline of the music playing over the computer speakers. "Yes, well, the meeting didn't exactly go as planned. Aside from conducting a series of interviews with the Slayer's friends, they, ah..." Constance cleared her throat. "The Slayer threw them out again."
"Oh." Kennedy shot an exasperated glare at the far wall. "Well, that's no fun. Can you at least give me the scoop on her friends?"
There was a very, very long pause on Constance's end of the line, and Kennedy figured the strain in her Watcher's voice just came from being tired of the questions. "I assure you, Kennedy," Constance finally answered, "absolutely no information came out of those conversations that would interest you at all. Now, don't you have a Reserves meeting to prepare for?"
"Not for a-- I get it, I get it. Talk to you soon." Kennedy hit the End Call button, eyed her phone thoughtfully for a moment, then shrugged and set it aside; picking out the right jacket to wear to the Reserves meeting deserved a decent amount of time, anyway.
[[mostly establishy, but door/post open if you want to catch her before reserves, why not?]]
"It hasn't escaped my notice, you know, that your reports of late have been notably devoid of any excitement," Constance noted, once Kennedy had finished reporting on how her training schedule had been going. "Barring the phone mixups of the weekend, which I'm hardly counting after some of the escapades you've told me about. Unless there's some new bit of excitement you haven't mentioned..."
"Nothing, I swear," Kennedy wheedled. "My life has been totally excitement-free since before Christmas. So come on, tell me, what'd you hear from the stuffed suits in charge? Anything interesting?"
"According to your standards?" If there was a slightly more reserved note to Constance's voice, Kennedy didn't notice. "Hardly. There's no 'demony gossip,' as you'd trivialize it."
"What, nothing? You told me the Council was gonna send a team to Sunnydale," Kennedy pressed. "There's gotta be something interesting."
Constance's sigh was audible over the line and the pulsing bassline of the music playing over the computer speakers. "Yes, well, the meeting didn't exactly go as planned. Aside from conducting a series of interviews with the Slayer's friends, they, ah..." Constance cleared her throat. "The Slayer threw them out again."
"Oh." Kennedy shot an exasperated glare at the far wall. "Well, that's no fun. Can you at least give me the scoop on her friends?"
There was a very, very long pause on Constance's end of the line, and Kennedy figured the strain in her Watcher's voice just came from being tired of the questions. "I assure you, Kennedy," Constance finally answered, "absolutely no information came out of those conversations that would interest you at all. Now, don't you have a Reserves meeting to prepare for?"
"Not for a-- I get it, I get it. Talk to you soon." Kennedy hit the End Call button, eyed her phone thoughtfully for a moment, then shrugged and set it aside; picking out the right jacket to wear to the Reserves meeting deserved a decent amount of time, anyway.
[[mostly establishy, but door/post open if you want to catch her before reserves, why not?]]