4th Floor common room

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus was sprawled out comfortably across one of the couches in the fourth floor common room. In his hands was the brand new Blackberry that he'd stolen bought while on his vacation with Darla.

It was possible that he was text messaging friends. It was also possible that he was downloading porn. Those of you placing bets on www.naughtynuns.edu would probably win a lot of money.

[ooc: Thread with Angela is locked but okay for broadcast. Anyone who would like to chat with him can feel free to say they were there either before or after Angela showed up. =) ]

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Locked, broadcast okay

[chasingangela]

Angels returns from the Perk to get ready for dinner at Geoff's. Wrapped up in her own thoughts, she ends up on the fourth floor instead of the third.

But, she thinks when she sees who's in the common room, it seems to be one of those mistakes that's not really a mistake.

She takes a deep breath to steel herself and enters the common room. "Angelus," she says.

She can't bring herself to say hello.

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"If it isn't my most favorite person in the whole, wide world," Angelus replied, without looking up at her.

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[chasingangela]

"Mutual," Angela says. "As you know."

She props herself in a chair across from Angelus, but further away than he could grab. "So ... I would normally never talk to you, but I have a message to deliver."

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

That got an eyebrow to raise. It also got him to turn his head in her direction. His expression was somewhere between curious and bemused. "Oh really?"

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[chasingangela]

You're safe here, Angela thinks, hand busy, as always when she talked to him, with the cross Phale had blessed.

She feigns more confidence than she feels. "I talked to the green guy at Caritas a few nights back. He tells the future. Told my future. And, um, you -- you were in it." She takes another deep breath.

"I have no idea what you have planned, Angelus, but -- stay away from my friends. Please."

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Angela," he shook his head at her. "I've grown so bored with you that I can't find words to even express it. It isn't possible for you and yours to be safer than they are from me."

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[chasingangela]

"Really," Angela says. "Because that's not what Lorne saw."

She leans back. "I mean, I don't know for sure Lorne is right. Just like I don't know for sure that you had anything in this world to do with Kitty. I really, really hope you didn't, because I have to look at you almost every single day."

"Either way ... I'm glad to hear you'll stay away from us. Really."

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Word on the street is that if anybody's wearing a 'My Name Is: Guilty' sticker, it's your boyfriend," Angelus pointed out. "And far as I can tell, you do more than look at him."

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Jonathan doesn't have a good reason to be in the fourth floor common room. None at all besides contrivance, but he's there and when he sees Angelus sitting there, he has to join him. It's such an awesome night, and Angelus is all alone and he doesn't look very happy, maybe Jonathan can cheer him up.

"Hey Angelus," Jonathan says cheerfully, sitting on the arm of the couch Angelus was on. He sets his feet down on the couch, careful not to step on Angelus', "what are you up to?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"The last of what you can see before you have to provide a credit card Not much," Angelus replied. He flicked the Blackberry off and gave Johnny his full attention. "Yourself?"

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"The same I suppose," Jonathan replies sunnily shrugging his shoulders, "it's been really dead around here today. Exactly how many people went home for the weekend?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Maybe they're all running from the big, scary killer," Angelus wriggled his fingers in a faux spooky gesture. "I hear Fandom Town's not fit for man nor beast these days. Except for the part where it was only one person who died, and even that one hasn't really been proven."

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, what is with that?" he asks, "I mean, okay, it's awful some one is dead or whatever but most of these people didn't even know her. And those Safe Walks of Blank's are ridiculous. Now, I don't know how they did things in your dimension, but in mine the police had this stuff, called evidence and they'd make cases based off of it. From what I can tell the only evidence we have of Kitty Pryde being dead is the 'testimony' of her pet dragon.

I mean seriously, her pet dragon? wtf and all that. It's good to know some one is as skeptical as I am about this whole situation," he tells him with a smile.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"In my dimension we have the Slayer," Angelus said. "Big scaries come out to play, she jabs them with sticks. Which I'm told by some is effective. Here - " he shrugged " - I see neither hide nor hair of such a thing."

[forlornslayer.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: *loves*]]

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"But Angelus, we have Martin Blank to protect us from anything bad that happens," Jonathan says clutching his hand over his chest and batting his eyes dramatically, "Surely he's better than anyone actually competent for the job right?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Sure, in an infinite monkeys with typewriters kind of way," Angelus said. He turned so that he could face Jonathan better, propping his feet up on a coffee table. "Of course here he gets to keep his job in spite of being the most guilty candidate on the who killed Kitty list who's not one of the lameoids who left town the same night she supposedly died. Not that I'd ever mock the fine talent of the law enforcement in this town."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Vladdie was heard before he was seen, heralding his arrival to the common room with a series of sharp yips before zooming in and making a beeline for Angelus.

"Vlad-DIE!" Rory's voice called out as she ran in after him. "Come back here, you naughty puppy! I swear, I dond't even know why I have a leash for you."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Hey, sport!" Angelus said, joyfully. He caught the dog as it leapt towards him and immediately commenced giving Vladdiea belly rub. "How's my favorite pooch?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Vladdie's tail wagged, and his hind left leg happily kicked at the air as he rolled about blissfully.

Rory, having stopped running when she saw the puppy was in good hands, grinned at the pair. "Hey, Angelus. Sorry if he interrupted you or anything."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Ror," Angelus smiled at her. "Nonsense. I've always got time for the bestest pup in the world. And you. How's it going?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Pretty good," Rory replied with a thoughtful nod. "Nothing too exciting." She stifled a yawn, hoping that her lack of sleep wasn't too obvious, and gestured at the Blackberry. "New toy?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"New toy," he confirmed, deftly hitting buttons to hide what he'd been looking at. "Got it while I was away with Darla. Take it from a guy who lived in the dark ages: technology is amazing."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Darla?" Rory asked, quirking a brow. "Is that the lady friend you went away with a few weeks ago?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"One in the same," Angelus confirmed. "Guess you could say she's an old girlfriend of mine."