( open ) the all-purpose galen log 2: the reckoning

[gleans]

WHO: Galen Howard and YOU!
WHAT: Hanging around House 20 and hunting for books.
WHEN: Day 56!
WHERE: House 20, and the library.

Thankfully, after a long night of staying up with a drunk Kenzi, both Galen and Jesse manage to sleep in, the next morning. And it's a slow day, to boot -- he reads a bit, warms up his voice, spends a little time on the couch with his guitar when Jesse goes out.

And that's where he is now: Galen is stretched out on the couch with his feet propped up, his notebook wedged between his leg and the cushion, focused on working through a particularly frustrating chord progression. Between strums - which aren't bad at all, until he gets to the tricky bit -, he's muttering to himself.

"Christ, I need a fucking capo."

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Later that day, Galen puts away the guitar and heads out to the library. Mainly, he's looking for books that might help in his attempts to learn Russian from Kenzi, but at this point, he'll take anything. In fact, once he's satisfied with a small armful of basic Russian lesson books (and a small book of Russian poems, because if there's one thing he can connect with, it's the rhythm of a language), he's nearly nested himself in the fiction section, looking for anything that might be of interest.

He's on the lookout - or listen-out, really - for anyone else who might be in here, glancing up at creaks in the floorboards and cutting off his own quiet humming. Ever since that gunshot earlier, he's a little nervous.

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[gleans]

Galen's already looking up for the source of the footsteps when Dean appears, so when he sees him, he smiles and offers a little wave. The news about Ned has been digging at him a little, too, but hearing it from Ned himself has helped a lot. He gets a good vibe from the guy.

He shelves the book he's holding, glancing away from Dean. "Hey, not bad. You settled in okay?"

[venatical]

Not bad, not bad, just shacking up with a demon and watching a guy Jesus someone outside. Normal stuff, no big.

In real answers...

He purses his lips and shrugs, glancing over the titles on the shelf. Ooh, maybe he could get a couple more romance novels while he's here (there's no TV, shut up!).

"I've been kidnapped to worse places." Right, because that was more normal than what he was thinking of. Uh, anyway. He clears his throat and then points at the book he returned.

"What're you looking for?"

[gleans]

Galen isn't even surprised, anymore, ever since Kenzi spilled about the fae back home. There are probably a million other crazy stories floating around the town that he has no idea about.

He looks at the book, then back to Dean, and shrugs. "Nothing specific. I have an armload of fucking Russian, I figured I should balance it out with something that won't give me a headache." He grins a little. "You looking for anything?"

[venatical]

"Russian?" What the crap? "I don't know if you've noticed, but we stopped blaming the Commies for everything a little while ago. I don't think you need to worry about brushing up."

Seriously, who just thinks, oh, I need more Russian in my life? Though now he's thinking about Sam and all the stupid crap he knows, and that's depressing. He really should find another of those romance novels. They're good distraction.

"I'm looking for something maybe a little more relevant, but I doubt they'll have given us anything actually useful against them."

[gleans]

Galen grins at the reaction, glancing down at his small pile of Russian books. Yeah, probably not helpful, but hey, something to do.

"Yeah, I already checked for a copy of How To Overthrow Your Scientist Captors, they were fresh out." A shrug. "And uh -- my friend is teaching me. Kinda. Kenzi? Something to do."

[venatical]

Jeez, she keeps popping up everywhere, doesn't she. He wouldn't be surprised if she were a secret angel at this point, only she has way too much of a personality and a sense of fun.

"Oh, her. You know her too, huh?" He glances at the shelf and notices a vampire novel, and he snorts as he pulls it off the shelf. "How long have you been here? So I can know how long it'll take for me to get as bored as you."

He's only kidding, and that shows in his smirk.

[gleans]

Galen eyes the vampire novel as it comes off the shelf, trying not to smirk.

"A little over a month. You're doomed, dude." He turns his eyes back to the bookshelf, looking again for something that might catch his interest. "You'll be learning shit to stay sane in no time."

[venatical]

"Hopefully I'll still have the sense of mind to pick something cool."

Though you know what's cool? Playing guitar. That's actually cooler than reading romance novels, so he tries to act all cool as he re-shelves the vampire book, watching Galen out of the corner of his eye.

"So you're not going to reform the band?"

[gleans]

Galen taps his fingers on the bookshelf, pointedly ignoring the cold weight dropping in his chest when Dean asks. Maybe, if they show up, and if they ever forgive me, he thinks, but he tries not to let it show in his expression.

"Not without the actual band, man. Not that I'd wanna wish them into this insanity." He grimaces a little. "I do have a project on the go, though. Shuluha vokzal'naja."

Yeah, he'll just... wait for Dean's reaction to that, first. It's still funny, to him.

[venatical]

Dean looks up from the shelf when Galen doesn't ever explain what the crap a project on the go is supposed to mean, and he glances over him before he says, completely seriously, "Gesundheit."

[gleans]

"Train station whore," he replies, indicating the mouthful he just said. "The name Kenzi and I give ourselves when we jam, me on guitar and her on drums. I guess you can call that a band."

[venatical]

He mouths train station whore as his eyebrows creep up, and he follows that one up with a wow.

"Guessing it's not the kind of band you want to take home to your mom."