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[poeticterms]

Sunday afternoon becomes Sunday night becomes Monday morning. Tony does not emerge from his room. Sherlock does, but only long enough to request some basic biographical information from Cam, and then two hours later to confirm that he can't find an alternate Cam either. Jarvis is happy to provide Adana with a map of Sunnydale so that she can easily find the local hospital, and amused to open windows for Cam so that he may distribute bees.

Monday evening, Jarvis inquires of Cam, "Sherlock would like to know if you would be interested in duplicating some books on magic for us, and what information about the books you would require in order to do so. He has been feeling restless and I believe he intends to go shopping."

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[from_scratch]

"...Do you want me to put on a snazzy leather coat to be less visibly demonic and go looking?"

[poeticterms]

"All things considered, it's probably a better idea than sending Tony. I would be grateful. He intended to visit the local high school, whose library is well stocked with halfheartedly hidden occult reference material; I can provide a map."

[from_scratch]

"Yes please," says Cam.

[poeticterms]

"I've sent one to your computer."

[from_scratch]

Cam goes back up to his room without making any groceries and fetches his computer, folds his wings up snug, puts on a heavy leather trenchcoat to cover them up, and goes down to the garage. "Unless you think Tony will begrudge the garage space, gonna make a motorcycle."

[poeticterms]

"I expect him to joke that you may only store your motorcycle here if it is sufficiently awesome, but not to actually complain regardless. Also, it may be relevant that Sunnydale High is built on top of a Hellmouth - the site of a currently dormant gateway to a hell dimension. It is the reason why Sunnydale is such an epicenter of magical and demonic activity, but most of the time its exact physical location makes very little difference. I don't expect it to have anything to do with why Sherlock is late, but I can't rule it out."

[from_scratch]

"Uh, okay, will typical demonic activity be scared off from bothering me if I show off the wings and maybe sprout horns and fangs and surround myself with fireworks?" Cam asks, beginning to make his motorcycle. It is dark blue with white Milky Way patterns spangled across it.

[poeticterms]

"Unlikely that horns and fangs will help. The wings may or may not. The fireworks are the likeliest to make an impression. I predict that Tony will consider your motorcycle sufficiently awesome."

[from_scratch]

"Okay, I'll skip the extra extremities, convenient angel or no. Fireworks as first line of deterrence it is. Off I go."

Cam hops onto his motorcycle and approaches the garage door.

[poeticterms]

It opens to admit him.

[from_scratch]

And he's off schoolward.

[pythbox]

The school parking lot is fairly obviously the site of a recent battle - scuffed pavement, blood on the ground in multiple places. And a considerable amount of ash, in loose piles stirred by the slight breeze. About ten or twelve vampires' worth, if only Cam were familiar with that measurement.

[from_scratch]

Uuuuuh. Okay.

Cam pauses there and looks for - anything suggesting a direction.

[pythbox]

There are tire tracks through one of the ash piles on the fringe of the battleground; perhaps some of the combatants departed in a vehicle. As to where they went - it's hard to say.

[from_scratch]

Yeaaaah, Cam isn't going to get far here.

He bikes, breaking the speed limit, back to Jarvis.

"Blood, bunch of piles of ash, and skid marks in the parking lot, no idea where the vehicle went, no Sherlock or anybody else moving around still there."

[poeticterms]

"Damn," says Jarvis. "Damn. That would be plenty to go on, of course, if we had Sherlock to help. As it is..." A slight pause. "I've notified Tony. He doesn't have any ideas either."

[from_scratch]

"I mean, I could go wandering around without the leather coat and see if anybody interesting decides to spontaneously volunteer information to me, but I don't know whether that's got a prayer of yielding anything worth knowing."

[poeticterms]

"It would be much likelier to cause you trouble than to produce any useful results," he says. "At this point I await one of two things: Sherlock coming home with a rousing tale of adventure, or a ransom demand."

[from_scratch]

"Okay... well, if you want a sack of small unmarked bills without breaking the bank let me know."

[poeticterms]

"Thank you."

[from_scratch]

"You're welcome."

Cam turns off the motorcycle, parks it, and heads back for the elevator.