South Attic, Monday Morning: First steps on a new path - NFB

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Beka caught the radio and was surprised to hear Tara's voice. Not surprised as in, surprised like she expected her dead, just surprised as in 'huh, never figured Tara for the radio type'.

She'd been expecting the news about Angelus-who-was-now-Angel. Not that she looked forward to seeing him or dealing with it. But, the fact that he'd washed up with her old friends didn't surprise her much. If she'd been him, it was probably where she would've gone too. She'd have to tell Crichton and Aeryn and Lee, right away, that she applauded them, no matter what she thought of the resouling.

Angelus gone. Strange. She'd miss him. But he'd hurt her. She'd let him do it, trusted him when she knew what he was. Her own fault. Still. A not insignificant part of her thanked Crowley and Mr. Phale's Divine Being that he was gone. It would make cleaning up her messes a lot easier.

Bel would be harder. Best friend Bel. With a mad-on against everyone who'd hurt Angelus and her with no way to stop him. Betraying him was out of the question. She'd do her best to keep an eye on him. Keep kicking him in the soul. Maybe she could get him to come with her to see Phale at some point, too. She tried to put responsibility for Bel out of her mind. Her promise to him extended to hurting Phoebe and her sisters. She might interpret that liberally, but she hadn't taken responsibility for everything he'd do, and she wouldn't. Her own messes had grown more than big enough to keep her busy. For a long while.

Future-Beka's warnings had rattled her. If she lost everything here, even Bel and Phoebe, it couldn't compare to the nightmare-futures her actions would create. Keep your heart and mind in balance, she'd said.

"Yay me. What the fuck does that mean?"

For one thing, it probably meant a whole hell of a lot of apologies. And even more question. She'd never be a 'good girl', but it looked like evil was right out. Not that she'd ever really wanted to be... except the few times she'd considered ways of getting rid of her soul, assuming it existed.

Beka sighed. Today was probably not going to be her best day.

An email, that for some reason was delayed

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This was sent Saturday. Due to LJ BEING A BITCH a burp in the school's server, it wound up in a mailspool and didn't go out until today. LJ ate it and I didn't see that it ate it. Sorry!!

To: JA + Callisto, Rory, Logan, Lily
From: Duce
Subject: Vegas?

So. Angelus is obviously not going with us to Vegas. The question is: Are the rest of you still going? If you still want to go, let me know. I checked with the Bellagio and the rooms are still on reserve on Angelus' card. You realize this means that if we skip out on paying for them, he's stuck with the bill, right? Yeah, I thought that would amuse some of you. If this becomes a problem, I can cover it.

Yes. Really. Come on people, there are Cirque tickets here. Do you know how hard it is to get group seats to one of their shows on this little notice?

I think it might be a good idea for us all to get away for awhile, clear our heads. Have some fun. Spend some money. Maybe win some money. And, of course, there's always the strippers.

Reply to this to let me know who-all's still in. If you haven't already bought plane tickets, I was thinking of chartering one.

-Duce

(ooc: I know many of you are leaving for the American holiday - if you want to preplay stuff, I'm good with that. I put up a chatroom for discussion/preplay - AIM 'OneNightInVegas' - I'm medusaex, feel free to ping if you can't join.)

Fourth floor common room [Early afternoon]

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After spending time in the clinic talking with Rory and Logan, Anakin spread his books out in the common room and continued his work for Cyborg Relations.

Blast, but he was bored.

And he missed his banthabell.

Room 228 - Early Evening

[mycanonhatesme]

Opening the door with a shove, Chloe goes into her room and drops her bag and backpack unceremoniously on her bed. Turning, she sees Veronica's things scattered on her side of the room, and smiles, realizing she must have gotten back safely from Neptune. That doesn't explain why she's not here though, and Chloe wonders if she's gone up to the attic again to stay with Piper and Rogue.

Outside 303 (late afternoon possibly going into evening)

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Since there's no sign of Sawyer, Paige is sitting outside his room holding a small deep red box. She's clearly worried about something and has no plans on moving until she's seen him.

((Sawyer mun if you're not about Paige will be sleeping outside his room until someone moves her. Also feel free to come ask her what the hell she's doing))

New Roommate Applications

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The following typewritten flyer is posted around the dorms:

Wanted

1 (0ne) new r00mate. Must be clean and preferably understanding 0f certain eccentricities.

Reply t0 Number 6 in #306 with the f0ll0wing --

Name:
Age:
Year in Sch00l:
Gender:

Freed0m is (in 25 w0rds 0r less):


Have y0u ever wanted t0 be a fl0rist? Why 0r why n0t?


C0mplete the f0llowing: I am n0t a ____, I am a ____ ____.

Smartass time j0ckeys need n0t apply.

3rd Floor Common Room

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*DEATH is in the 3rd floor common room with a collection of lacey, see-through robes and what appears to be, if one were to take the time to look, matching undergarments specially sized for those without flesh. Interestingly, the space where clevage should be is filled with perfectly shaped dead air. He is changing outfits periodically and then examining himself, pausing to scribble notes on a peice of parchment.*

LOVELY... HONEY... DEAR... LOVE... SNOOKUMS... SWEETIE...

*The list of endearments continues, almost mantra-like, as though DEATH were attempting to memorize them. Every 15 minutes or so, the mantra ceases, as DEATH, slipping on a pair of high-heels, tries to strut around the common room, exuding what he hopes is an air of confidence and self-assured style.*

I AM CALM, COOL, COLLECTED. I AM A SELF-ASSURED... ENTITY... OF SUBSTANCE AND EVERY MAN SHOULD WANT ME.

*DEATH stops, now and again, to rifle through a pile of notes and teen fashion magazines.

Those that cannot see DEATH notice only a rubber duck in the corner with what appears to be lacey, red panties on its head and a very comical, but self-assured, sense of dread.*

((OOC: Come help DEATH with his seduction and charm techniques. He needs someone to practice on...))