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Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Early Afternoon

This whole not having classes thing wasn't Wesley's favorite thing in the world, but whatever, he'd deal. The effect of not having any work to do was that he found himself in the common room with absolutely nothing to keep him occupied. He wandered around the room for a bit, then happened upon a shelf of books in the storage closet. That was a little random, but okay.

He eventually came up with a textbook. Written in Portuguese. Okay, sure. Learning Portuguese seemed as good a way to spend the day as any.

[[common room is, of course, open. this is me studying. shh.]]

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After such an exciting morning, but without any classes or club to keep her somewhat distracted, Ariel was in the mood to see if there was anyone else who might want to do something interesting. She would have dragged Alexander with her, but he said he had to work. What a nerd.

"Hi, Wesley!" Her happiness at having found someone in the third floor common room was evident as she bounced in. "What're you doing?"

Oh, well, Wesley was totally not nerdy.

"Oh, just reading a bit," he said, looking up from the fifth page of the book. He thought he might be understanding it? Kind of? At the very least, he was five pages in and he thought he knew what kind of book it was, so that was good. "How are you? I heard you were on the radio this morning."

Oh, no, not nerdy at all.

But Wesley was wise to distract Ariel from asking what he was reading about with a comment on her more recent adventures. She laughed a little and shook her head. "Yeah. How was I? I'm sad nothing more exciting happened, like a party or something."

Ah. So he'd stumbled on one of those magic get-Ariel-talking buttons. Highly useful.

"You were fine," he said, smiling amicably. "Then again, I suppose I'm not the best judge of, ah, radio quality."

Though, really, it was like slamming a hand down on a keyboard; you might not get what you meant to type, but you were bound to hit something.

"No?" Ariel grinned, tilting her head. "What makes you say that? Have you not listened to a lot of radio? Because I think just as long as you enjoyed it, it was quality. That's what matters, right?"

Well, yes. Ariel did seem to like to talk.

"I suppose," Wesley conceded, smiling. "It's odd, I never listened to much radio before coming to Fandom. It seems more of a means to an end than a form of entertainment."

"Ohmygosh!" Ariel said, struck by sudden inspiration with Wesley's words. "Music! I should have put some music in there! That would have made it a lot of fun, don't you think? Well, maybe I could have if I had more time to prepare. It was a little unexpected."

Oh... kay. Yes, Quinn, that had been exactly what he had hinting at. Only wait, nope. But okay!

"I think you did fine," he reassured her, smiling. "Anyway, I've never heard anyone else incorporate any music."

"I should definitely have to do that, then," Ariel noted with a thoughtful nod. "I mean, it just makes sense, and think of how fun that could be! Maybe Mr. Kyōraku would let me be his new cohost! Or I could try out for myself, too! They'll probably be doing it again, what with a new semester starting..."

Huh.

"Well, enough people seem to try out," Wesley said encouragingly. "I'm sure you'd be welcome to give it a try."

She was, as Alexander had pointed out, quite good at talking.

"Maybe I will, then," Ariel decided, unaware that she'd very conveniently forget about it entirely within a week. "You'd vote for me, right, Wesley?"

Well, maybe that was for the best. There was such a thing as being too much of a morning person.

"Oh, certainly," he agreed.

Nope. Probably not.

"I knew I could count on you," Ariel said with a smile, and then finally plopped onto the couch with a sound that spoke of how much she'd already gotten done today. She wriggled a little to get comfortable, tucking her legs up underneath her and asked, "So what are your plans for summer, Wesley?"

Oh, aww. Maybe he would vote for her. He would feel guilty if he didn't.

"I'm not certain yet," he said offhandedly. "I think I'll stay on-island at least until July, and then perhaps go do some work in Los Angeles? Or really anywhere. What about yourself?"

"I was planning on sleeping out on the beach and having a lot of bonfires," Ariel said with an easy, excited sort of grin. "I think things got better since we seem to be somewhere completely different and waiting to be explored, too. What sort of work in Los Angeles?"

Sleeping on the beach, huh? Was that... a good idea? Not that Wesley was judging. But, you know, there were vikings around.

"Oh, ah, I'm a demon hunter," he explained rather awkwardly, waving a hand. "Every so often" -- by which he meant once -- "I take some time off and handle particularly difficult cases of nasty demon problems."

"Really?" Ariel's eyebrows lifted and she leaned forward as Wesley just got about fifty times more interesting. "Why didn't I know this? Should I have known this? Is it hard, hunting demons? It sounds pretty hard. But it can't possibly be boring!"

"It's not easy, no," he agreed with an embarrassed little smile. "But it is indeed interesting. And very educational, certainly."

Yup. Watching people almost get killed, then saving them? Very interesting.

"Educational how?" Ariel asked. "I mean, besides probably learning how not to get killed by demons when you're hunting them, although that's probably most of it, now that I think about it..."

Wesley smiled. "Well, in my universe -- which is also Kennedy and Tara's, if you know them -- there are thousands of different types of demons. They all have different strengths and weaknesses, different ways to kill them, and so on. So hunting them is a bit like studying them."

"So you have to know what kind of demon they are to know what will work," Ariel said, thoughtfully, nodding her head a little. She frowned, slightly, as her brain worked around this a little and she had to ask, "There's probably good demons then, too, right? I mean, if they're so different, they can't all be bad."

"Precisely," he agreed. "There are a number of types of demon that are almost always peaceful, and some types are divided within themselves. For example, vampires are usually evil, but one in particular has worked with me over the years and he's been quite helpful to our cause."

Yes, Ariel, he really would talk about this all day.

"That's really great," Ariel said with a laugh, glad to hear that demons, like other creatures, could sort of go both ways. "I wish it was that easy to get sharks to work with you. You could be unstoppable then."

A... shark.

Well, okay, the comparison was kind of funny, and Wesley stifled a little snicker at the idea of Angel being compared to a shark. So okay.

"Yes, it's a shame I've never met a shark," he joked. "I imagine they'd be quite interesting to fight."

"Did you know," offered Ariel, "that if a shark stops moving, it will die? Sometimes, I wonder if I'm not really part shark."

And, of course, to help buffer any suspicion, she added, "But that's just silly."

Of course not, Ariel. A mermaid was totally different from a shark.
"Of course," Wesley said, raising one eyebrow just a touch. "Well. I'm sure that would make them very difficult to fight."

[[aaaaaand AFK for studying now!]]

Ariel's head bobbed in a nod. "Also difficult to escape from, so, really, it's just best to avoid them. It's probably a bit more difficult to avoid demons."

Alex had spent the morning holed up in her room, catching up on sleep, because that's what one did following graduation. Or at least, that's what she did during a week with nothing going on.

Finally pulling herself out of bed, Alex wandered on down to the common room in search of coffee. Or anything caffeinated, for that matter. "Reading anything interesting there?" She was curious. "Also, hi."

Well, let's see. He had made it about halfway through the introductory chapter, so that was progress!

The introductory chapter was about twelve pages. So. Limited progress, but okay.

"Not extraordinarily so," he said, closing the book with his finger to hold it in place. "How are you?"

Hey, any kind of progress was good in Alex's book.

"I'm doing well," she replied, shrugging slightly. "Still marveling over the fact that I've graduated."

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