Outside the dorms, before Caritas

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

At 10pm FHT Angel stood out in front of the dorms as per his agreement with Parker.

To say that he clearly had the attitude of a prisoner being lead towards his execution vastly misunderstood how much he would have cheerfully asked "Shouldn't I be wet?" if someone offered him the use of an electric chair as a last-minute option.

He checked his watch and waited for Parker to show.

[ooc: Come! Join! Mock! We'll gather here then head over to Caritas at around 10:30 Eastern]

[ooc: And we're off!. Come join over there now.]

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Hey Angel," John says, coming up beside him. "Ready for this?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"John, hey," Angel put his hands into his coat pockets. "Oh yeah. Singing. In public. This'll be..." He looked out into the distance wistfully. "You know, I've been to hell."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"It'll be okay. I mean, there's gonna be a lot of people there to see you but..." He shakes his head. "It's going to be just as bad as hell," he answers honestly.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Mr. Seraphim! You're here." Parker had loaded up her purse with weapons (lighter, hairspray, stake) and was carrying concealed the Holy Water paintball gun that she'd gotten from Tex. The curfew might be lifted, Angel might be souled, but Drusilla was out there, and who knew what else. Her 9mm was just extra. That, and the Versace. "Let's just wait a moment for the others, shall we?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"You know," Angel pointed a finger at her, "I would just like to say that I did many horrible, unspeakable things to my victims but I never once made them sing karaoke."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Parker gets off on this, Angel," John interjects. "The gold pants, remember."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"You would have if you'd had the time," Parker said, unruffled. "Don't *tell* me making Rory sing 'I Feel Pretty' didn't come to mind. Not after that crack you made."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth sneezed as she headed outside, well wrapped up. She half waved a hand at them in greeting. "'Lo."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Hey Liz. You up for this?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth nodded. "Yeah, I think so. Fresh air'll do me good at least," she grinned.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Elizabeth," Sam said, walking up with her hands in her pockets and swathed in a scarf and coat. "Feeling better?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Much, thanks," Elizabeth replied, although her voice was still slightly hoarse. "I'm blaming Janet for this."


[[*kicks LJ* I was logged out damn you!]]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty joined the group looking a little sullen. "You're not going to make *me* sing too, are you?" He asks Angela.

[chasingangela]

"Given your taste in songs? No," Angela says. "Besides, you're making me do it."

Her voice has a laugh in it, but she's carefully turned toward him, away from Angel.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"What? That was forced upon me by that Green skinned guy. The least you could do is embarrass yourself up there."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel gives a nod of greeting to Marty, but doesn't approach.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty nods back in return but it clearly isn't friendly.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

(ooc but ic: If Parker was feeling particularly vicious, she could've ordered you to refrain from hair product on the grounds that the scent might've interfered with chez soul sniff..)

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc but ic: He already had to do without for the whole weekend! Have you no mercy? ;) ]

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

(ooc but ic: I'm sorry, have we met? My name's Duce. And in a word? No. I don't.)

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, like she had a chance in hell of making that stick.]

[janet_fraiser]

"I'm not singing," says Janet. "How's it going?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel frowned a little, uncertain if Janet was talking to him.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth just sneezes again.

[spyprincipal.livejournal.com]

Dean Bristow takes a seat towards the back and smiles, an air of efficient smugness surrounding him.