The Dorm Roof, Friday Night

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It was that time again.

Yes, time for pacing, smoking, and thinking. No, really, thinking and not brooding. For real.

If Anders were brooding he'd be taking care to stay away from the corner of the roof where Bel's garden was. As it was, this was non-emo, hopefully productive thinking -- so he felt justified in gazing thoughtfully at the garden as he puffed away.

[OOC: Expecting nadiathesaint, but open in a rooflike manner.]

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[nadiathesaint]

Still no sign of Walter, and as much as Nadia wanted to go stalking out into the preserve to hunt him down and bring him back . . . he'd shown her enough respect to not do that to her last week, so she wasn't about to do it to him.

Didn't keep her from worrying, though. And wondering if he wasn't the one that Layla had said she was supposed to come back to help.

So, to deal with these worries, Nadia headed for the roof with her guitar. "Oh. Hey, Anders."

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"Nadia, hey," Anders said through a cloud of smoke. Noticing the guitar, he asked, "Is it that time again?"

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Nadia blinked. "That time?"

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"You know. That time. Roof Time." It's possible he managed to emphasize the capital letters. "With the guitar and the possible emo, or at least serious thinking."

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"I didn't want to wake up my roommates," Nadia said, and it wasn't entirely a lie. "What about you? I don't want to interrupt if you have some serious thinking to do."

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"Nah, don't worry about it," Anders said as he stubbed his cigarette out on the ledge. "This is the kind of thinking that should probably be interrupted."

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Nadia found a seat not far from Bel's garden. "Want to talk about it?"

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"Sure." Anders took a seat nearby and started fiddling with his shoelaces. "It's just . . . I haven't been wanting to tell a whole lot of people about this just in case we're wrong, but."

He glanced at the garden. "Phoebe swears she heard Bel calling to her. That he's not dead, and he needs our help. I, um. I saw her reacting to something I couldn't hear, and Bridge thinks she's right about it too."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia stared.

"Dios." It didn't take much thought to come to the conclusion of asking "What do you guys need me to do?"

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"You up for a rescue mission?" asked Anders. "Wait, no, that's kind of a dumb question. Phoebe's got a spell to take us to this place, wherever he is. She handwavily says it's gonna happen tomorrow around six, at Wilson and Aziraphale's place. Something attacked her last time she tried, though. So obviously we gotta keep an eye out for that."

[nadiathesaint]

"I have a taser. And a baton. And a mallet. And steel toed boots. I can totally do guard duty."

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"You're good at that." If Anders had any misgivings about the integrity of Nadia's shoulder in all of this, he didn't say anything. "I hope this is gonna work."

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"It will." Nadia was thinking of any other items she could add quickly, easily, and quietly to an arsenal. Who knew what they'd run into . . . wherever it was they were going. "Dios, I knew it was too weird, him really being dead."

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Anders, who'd long since given up trying to figure out how useful a yo-yo would be and was planning on taking his anyway, snorted in amusement. "Yeah, I guess he's too frakking stubborn to really die, huh?"

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Nadia let out a short laugh. "And people tell me I'm stubborn."

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"Santos, you're the only person I can think of who can give him a run for his money in that department."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia borrowed a page from Cally's book and stuck her tongue out at Anders.

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Anders borrowed that page from said book all the time. He did it again now, and stuck his tongue out right back.