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Thursday, December 8th, 2005
2nd Floor common room, afternoon
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notstakedyet.livejournal.comAngel was camped out in the second floor common room. He had a stack of math books on one side of him and the script for the pagent on the other.
It was hard to say which one made him want to stake himself more.
It was hard to say which one made him want to stake himself more.
In Front of the School Theater, Late Afternoon
Thursday, December 8th, 2005 03:42 pmaka-vala.livejournal.comThe doors are closed, and locked, but Vala's taking no chances. She's brought hot cocoa and the cookies she decorated for Art class. She's sitting on the floor, first in line, camping out for Pageant tickets.
(Feel free to come and join in. ;-)
ETA: And the box office is open, people! ;-)
(Feel free to come and join in. ;-)
ETA: And the box office is open, people! ;-)
Room 238, During the Pageant
Thursday, December 8th, 2005 10:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
demonbelthazor[Initial post itself is locked and NFB -- but comments can be used for return to the room by its occupants later. Done with permission of said occupants.]
Belthazor slipped out of the pageant early when he was sure Angel and John would be stuck on stage and not be leaving for some time. After a brief encounter with an outraged CJ, he quickly returned to his room, where Phoebe was still sleeping, checked on her briefly, then shimmered downstairs into room 238.
It looked like Christmas had exploded all over the room. He wondered if Angelus could blind himself while stuck with the soul at the controls.
He moved to Angel's side of the room and started rummaging through his belongings. He didn't know exactly what he was looking for, just that he needed some personal object, something connected to Angel. Unfortunately, the vampire was decidedly lacking in personal items. Bel poked through the closet. White wifebeater, black jeans, white wifebeater, black jeans, white wifebeater, black jeans, white wifebeater, black jeans.... Nothing special enough there.Where were the leather pants?!
His gaze fell on Angel's bureau. In the middle of the decorations sat aso very gay snowglobe. Such a prominent place meant it had to mean something to Angel. Bel snatched it up. It would do.
He shimmered out of the room, mission accomplished.
Belthazor slipped out of the pageant early when he was sure Angel and John would be stuck on stage and not be leaving for some time. After a brief encounter with an outraged CJ, he quickly returned to his room, where Phoebe was still sleeping, checked on her briefly, then shimmered downstairs into room 238.
It looked like Christmas had exploded all over the room. He wondered if Angelus could blind himself while stuck with the soul at the controls.
He moved to Angel's side of the room and started rummaging through his belongings. He didn't know exactly what he was looking for, just that he needed some personal object, something connected to Angel. Unfortunately, the vampire was decidedly lacking in personal items. Bel poked through the closet. White wifebeater, black jeans, white wifebeater, black jeans, white wifebeater, black jeans, white wifebeater, black jeans.... Nothing special enough there.
His gaze fell on Angel's bureau. In the middle of the decorations sat a
He shimmered out of the room, mission accomplished.
