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Who: Neal Caffrey and YOU
What: Working in his bookshop and hating his life.
When: Anytime between the start and end of the plot.
Where: The local old antique bookstore
Rating: PG-TBD
Notes: Prose or actionspam is allowed. Specify a date in the subject line, otherwise we'll wing it.

[Neal both lives and works in this bookstore. He also can't leave it. Condition of his ~~loss~~ parole. Regardless, he really knows all there is to know about these old musty books, and is willing to assist you in any way possible.

Also, he would really like to know where his People have wandered off to, but from what he can tell on the journal -- that could be more complicated than he'd like. So for right now, he just keeps an ear out for familiar voices, and does his job.

It's easier than trying to convince them all they've been conned.]

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[Antique bookstores. Stiles knows what antique books stores are great for. And that is research materials he might not be able to find anywhere else. After all, the internet and libraries don't hold all the information in the world. It's getting there, but there's a lot of history and it's going to take ages before it's all uploaded.

So Stiles there and browsing through the shelves.]

_{[Sure he had already raided one bookstore in this town, but what was one more? He needed some more novels for the road anyways, or maybe some new horse materials. He could always use a new coffee table book.

He stepped into the small shop, dressed in jeans, his knee high riding boots (he didn't have much else that he really wore in the way of shoes - the flip flops were for the beach only, and it was habit after working with horses so long), and button up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows colored dark navy blue. It set off his dark hair with its one silver streak over his brow.]}

Hello? Is the shop open? I don't mean to intrude if it's not.

_{[Ashura was always on the look out for little gifts for Felix. He liked giving them, and it was so hard to shop for the man. Plus, he deserved a little something for agreeing to come to this get together when technically he was not a blood relative.

So, into the shop he went, dressed in a sort of oriental style get up that went with his sense of aesthetics. Of course, he wore Felix's ring on his finger - a golden dragon twisted around an emerald, the family heirloom of a golden torque with a perfectly round ruby about his neck, and his ears were touched with gold clasps and ruby studs.]}

Excuse me, do you know if you have any novels about alternate histories? Or anything on astrology?

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Friday

I said I'd get them to meet somehow! Tada! Also, um... Thursday!

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