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?"

[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]

"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."

[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."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

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

[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."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Hey Liz. You up for this?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker just grins at him, savoring that memory.

[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?"

[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.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

There was, for a brief second, a flash of something dark and painful in Angel's eyes. It was immediately squashed before anyone except, perhaps, Parker could see it.

Angel looked away, clearly going for a subject change. "Nice night for it."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

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

[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!]]

[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.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker cocked an eyebrow at him, and made a note of that reaction for future reference, but didn't pursue it.

"Very nice." She grinned as Liz and Sam came up.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

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

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Oh right, she was sick all last week, missed all the drama too," Parker says lightly. "Well, it's a nice night, shouldn't make you worse. And hey: Manilow! Always a crowd-pleaser."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

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

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Seems fair," Sam said, pulling her jacket tighter around her. "After all, she's the one who stayed in bed. You ask me, your entire room needs to be fumigated."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"You gonna sing too, Parkie?" He smiles but it's strained. "That would make my night."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

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

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"You know, Crichton? Because your boy is being such a good sport, I just might." She shudders, and shoots Marty Blank a look. "But not Captain & Teneille, damnit."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth nodded. "She was, and thought it necessary to share her germs," she replied. "I have to admit, your email stirred my curiosity. What the hell did I miss this weekend?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Manilow?" There are perhaps no words to describe the look of horror on Sam Carter's face at that moment.