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Library [11/18]

At his father's insistence -- and, to be fair, a bit because after the past weekend, it felt like the thing to do -- Wesley was working on his Oxford application in the library today. This would have been easier if the library didn't keep hiding his coffee, but, well. He knew better than to expect that.

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"This spell," Tara said, sliding the book open and across the counter to him. she knew Watchers weren't really witches -- Constance didn't even seem to have much use for magic at all -- but she was going to cling to the person from her world on this one.

"It's supposed to kind of ... poke Kennedy's dimension. As, um, a first step to getting a message there. It should work. But I keep trying it and ... it's as useless as calling her." She bit her lip. "I kind of want a second opinion on if maybe there's something wrong with it I can't see."

The spell, for what it was worth, looked fine.

Wesley reached out for the book and tugged it closer. "I've actually been ~~handwavily~~ looking into similar incantations myself," he told Tara as he scanned the spell in the book. "None of them seemed to have much effect, however, despite appearing perfectly, ah, useful..."

After a few moments of examining the spell, he offered, "Though this one looks about as promising as any of the other ones I attempted."

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On the one hand, some part of Tara was sheepishly pleased the problem wasn't just that she was screwing up.

On the other, this was even worse than she thought it was, if Wesley'd failed as much as she had. "You can't book a portal there, either," she said flatly. "I tried. So ... what do we do?"

She thought the answer was that they waited and prayed. She just didn't like that answer.

"No portals at all?" Wesley repeated, looking increasingly concerned. "But -- that doesn't seem right. As far as I know, the portals to my Los Angeles are still operating..."

Tara shook her head. "Yeah, their customer service lady was kind of -- mean, but she said I could go home when I asked. But when I used the code for Kennedy she said it wasn't in the system."

"How odd," Wesley mused. He pulled the Portalocity website up on his laptop, scrolling down until he saw the notice that had been put up. And then he stared at it.

"They're suspending portal service," he murmured, turning the screen so that Tara could see. "Some sort of... multiversal difficulty."

"Really?" Tara leaned forward, reading the screen. Her hands fluttered nervously to her hair as she did. "Okay. Is it totally crazy if I think the magic problem and the Portalocity problem are related?"

"That's rather what I'm thinking as well," Wesley mused. "Actually, I should -- "

And now he was getting up and coming around the other side of the desk, bustling through the stacks toward the section of books on the multiverse. "It's unheard of, to my knowledge," he called back to Tara as he took some relevant books off the shelves. "This suspension of service. Perhaps there's some sort of barrier up in her dimension, or something with the Hellmouth -- she did say she was going there --"

Returning to the desk, he set the books down in front of him and started to flip through one of them, utterly intrigued and mystified by this new project.

Tara watched him for a second, then reached out to edge a book over towards herself. "I don't think it's the Hellmouth," she said. "I mean, not just. Not -- like I'm some big Hellmouth expert, but I asked about New York too, and they couldn't send me there either. And I modified the spell to be pretty ... wide-ranging."

She frowned. "Wait, is New York a Hellmouth too?"

"I don't believe so," Wesley answered absently, flipping through the book he'd chosen. He wasn't sure what exactly he was looking for -- susceptibility to anomalies, maybe -- but that didn't stop him from paging through as if he had a purpose. "So... something with the island, then?" he guessed. "Or, well, no, if portals to your home are still running... hmm. Very odd."

"And you can get to L.A., too," she reminded him. "I don't think it's just the island. There are a bunch of other places named in the email, so ..."

She sighed. "I think it's some kind of interdimensional ... extreme weirdness."

Because that was the scientific term.

"Very troubling," he assessed.

Because understatements were a thing sometimes.

"I don't suppose you'd like to look through some of these texts with me?" he offered.

"If you think I can help," Tara said, finding a chair. "I read Latin, a little?"

Some part of her was almost excited by the geek opportunities.

"Here you are, then," he said, handing over a particularly dusty Latin volume. "Do let me know if you find anything useful?"

While meanwhile, he flipped through one in Aramaic. Show-off.

Tara nodded silently, absorbed in her reading.

She kept getting distracted by lengthy passages about horrible things that had happened at ancient hellmouths, and by anything about dimensions without shrimp. But she was trying.

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