II [accidental holo ] / [ location: hyperion hotel ]

[demonologist]

Wesley has taken it upon himself to get the Hyperion lobby and office area ship shape again. It truly looks like it's been blitzkrieged to hell and back and offends the former Watcher's order-loving sensibilities. Currently he is on bended knee, attempting to pick up any debris still lying on the floor and sorting it. He has a big cardboard box labeled 'RUBBISH', and another saying 'SALVAGEABLE'.

Wesley has his shirt sleeves rolled up, is sporting rubber gloves (he's very hygienically minded) and the handle of a pink feather duster is stuffed into the back pocket of his trousers. Miraculously it stays where it is, giving Wesley the comical appearance of having a jaunty feathery tail.

As he works, he absently starts to hum, and his movements begin to have a distinct rhythm to it. Pretty soon it starts to look like choreography. He doesn't notice that his tablet has just flickered on and is recording his actions, holo-style.

And without further ado, an orchestra strikes up and Wesley Wyndam-Pryce presents Gilbert and Sullivan to the Taxon public:

"I am the very model of a post-pylean general,
I've information cerebral, demonical and magical.
I've military tactics and can quote the fights historical:
From Wyragleth to Waterloo, in order allegorical.

I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters of the mystical.
I understand translations both the simple and trionical.
As watcher, demon hunter, I am teaming with much sage advice:
Preventing an apocalypse or routing ritual sacrifice."

( Cut for brevity and Wesley's lack thereof )

009: Gilded Cages [Location: Wolfram and Hart]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time, Drusilla had given the stars the same name in order to avoid confusion. Or had it been to cause confusion? She couldn’t remember now. It had made sense at the time, though. The name had fitted, like gloves or stockings or a smile.

She had different names – different people – on her mind at the moment, in the soft darkness and quiet emptiness of her cell. Two men without names – the master of all and the man who dreamed of making the universe better – and two men – William and the Angel Beast – that couldn’t make up their minds.

And two people who had survived when they should have died, of course. Why hadn’t she let the Extras kill them? Why didn’t they appreciate the good deed that she’d done for them?

Drusilla lay on the ground and gazed at the ceiling without seeing it. Her arms felt empty without a doll to hold. Her stomach was rumbling. If she’d been a different sort of girl, she’d have cried at the helplessness of it all. She wasn’t. She simply waited.

He would have survived. The Master. He was strong. He was strong and, besides, she could still hear his drum beat. Not loudly, not really. It was like listening to the water through a sea shell. Distant. Distant but enough.

Morgana and Miss Edith would look after each other. She wouldn’t miss them. She didn’t need to miss them.

No, everything would turn out all right in the end. The pixies had told her so.

004 [Visual | Location: Castle Summers]

[bigbad]

Spike sits at a table, looking straight into the tablet. His arms are crossed, and he looks annoyed.

"All right, I'm looking for a girl," he says. "She was one of the people the Master took, long brown hair, very pretty, probably knows Drusilla. You all right, love?" He doesn't know her name, and he still feels bad about not pulling her out. But he had to take down Drusilla first.

He pauses for a moment, licking his lips, then leans forward. "Not actually her I need, though, I put my coat over her during the fight. It's a long, black leather duster, and I'm bloody attached to it. So whoever's got it, give it back."

He clicks off the transmission and sits back to wait for answers.

VII. [voice]

[lionofolympus.livejournal.com]

Perhaps this is Hades. And we are all playing out our foolish games, to the whims of these accursed hamster overlords.

With the appearance of one who is an Avenger but not, adding to the Olympian-that-is-not, my senses I cannot seem to trust. It is one thing to believe in many universes, that is fact. But this... meeting place of them vexes me.

Why cannot there be one person whom I truly recognize? Even the fury and bitter hatred of my brother would at least feel truly familiar.

In this world, this prison, I feel worse than a chained dog. I feel truly alone.

And that is what is worst of this place.

03 | [location: 1 windsor terrace (locked to Annie Sawyer)]

[rereremembered.livejournal.com]

Fitz wasn't entirely sure what the thought process was that brought him to Annie's doorstep, only that he came to the decision after wiping out a pack of Woodbine's by noon. Likely it was a need for something normal and someone completely disconnected from what he'd survived. Still, it was nearly an hour before he psyched himself up enough to leave his flat.

Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, his left arm in a sling and sunglasses concealing his black eyes, he ventured forth with some vague notion in his head about a spy locating a safe house. However by the time he made it to Annie's the fantasy had dissolved and he was shaking again, absolutely sure that he was being watched, followed, and at any moment he'd be jumped again.

Pardon the frantic knocking, Annie, it's just a freaked out beatnik.

[Backdated to a couple days after the end of the Master plot thingy.]

[[ location :: the irrational tenth is like the kingfisher flashing across the pool ]]

[oneofthequick.livejournal.com]

In Central Taxon, just to the north of Frye ranch, the recently occupied sheriff's office stands. After returning from his glitch and the subsequent boar hunt, Doul did not go to rest in his cottage. Rather, he moved into the sheriff's place, cleaned out the worst of the dust, checked the locks and bars, and hatched a grey and blue sign bearing a stylized falcon to hang outside the building.

The Liveman has no intention of announcing his position. Instead, he is sure that as the troubles with the Master come to an end and people begin to notice a new location on the common map, the knowledge of his position will spread.