First stop: Room 238

[demonbelthazor]

Bel hurried from Callisto's room downstairs to Angel's. First stop, change clothes. He hoped the roommate wasn't around.

Fortunately the key to the room was in his pocket. He changed into clothes he felt more comfortable in, and couldn't resist when he found leather pants hidden in the back of the closet. You could put a soul in a vampire, it seemed, but you couldn't completely take away his leather. He grabbed the leather coat, too.

Only then did it occur to him that if he was in Angel's body...then where was his body? Oh, hell.


[Open to anyone who wants to interrupt, um, "Angel," on his way to or from 238 and the attic.]

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[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

On his way back in from the gym, Shep runs into Angel. "Hey Angel, how's it going? Lana says that club you and she started is getting a good response. And she really appreciated you checking up on her at the fair yesterday. She's kind of nervous about it. So... if you and Lana are running that club... I gotta ask... what's your home like?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Club?" Bel said blankly. "Which club?"

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Shep looks at him oddly. "The one you and Lana started. For people who come from towns that have a history of odd occurences. I'm sure she said it was with you."

[demonbelthazor]

"Oh! Right. That club," Bel said. "Sorry, had a rough night."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

"With anyone I know?" Shep asked with a grin. "With anyone you know?" he adds with a conspiratorial wink. Sometimes guys just have to be guys.

[demonbelthazor]

"With, ah, Callisto," he said, forcing a grin instead of a look of disgust. "We had a date last night."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Shep watches the strange twist of emotions that go over Angel's face. "Look I don't know her too well, but most guys who are just coming home from an all-night date usually look a little more... pleased... about it?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

One bored, small black cat looking for people to bother. One familiar figure. Faithful snickered to himself and out at 'Angel' from around the corner. "Mrowr!"

[demonbelthazor]

Bel spun around as he heard Faithful. This could be bad. Where Faithful was, Alanna might be, and if she figured out it was her magic at use here.... "Hey," he said cautiously.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Mrowr!" Faithful was a half-second away from jumping up on Angel's shoulder when he felt something...weird. He sniffed at the air, not quite certain what it was. Yet. "Having a nice morning?" He purred. Something ... something ... something....

[demonbelthazor]

"It's been an interesting morning," Bel said, taking a discrete step back from Faithful. He wasn't sure how much the cat would be able to tell about what was going on.

[lightningsword.livejournal.com]

There are some perks to being small and a cat. Faithful easily jumped on to Angel's clothes and scrambled up to his usual perch on his shoulder. "Aren't all morning here interesting?" He commented, more than a little distracted. Not Angel, definetly not Angel. Looks like him, smells like him, and yet, is not him. His tongue darted out rapidly, trying to sense what was going on.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel twisted his neck, looking at Faithful and said darting tongue. "Uhh...something wrong?" he asked.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip wandered by Angel in the hall as he headed out into town.

"Hey Angel," he said. "We're still on for Wednesday, right?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Wednesday?" Bel repeated. "Um. Yeah, sure."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Cool, since you're a little more advanced than the other people I'm teaching, I thought I'd start with some weapons training. We could meet at the firing range instead of the gym, go over some gun work?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Sure, that works," Bel said. "What time did we say again?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Before lunch," Pip said, lighting a cigarette. "I don't know if you happen to have any weapons here yourself, but it probably doesn't matter 'cause I've got enough to conquera small island nation. Well, assuming I could pull off your "soak up bullets trick"."

[demonbelthazor]

"Got another of those?" Bel asked, motioning toward the cigarette. "I don't have any weapons myself, other than a stake or two."

[mrs-tate.livejournal.com]

Jessica was leaving her room on her way out for a little stroll when she eyed "Angel" just down the hall leaving his room. She quickly locked her door, put her key in her purse and walked up to Angel with a big smile and a big wave. "Hi there! It feels like I haven't seen you in forever. It is of course good to see you know though," says Jessica with an even bigger smile. "How are you doing dear??"

[demonbelthazor]

"I'm actually having a really weird day," Bel said, trying to figure out who this girl was. "Um. How are you?"

[mrs-tate.livejournal.com]

Jessica's smile was quickly replaced with a most concerned expression. "Ohh my. Poor dear...I hope its nothing too serious. Anything I can do to help?" asks Jessica, her hands overlapped over her chest.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel caught himself staring at Jessica's neck and shook his head to clear it of the thought of biting her there. "Ever had the feeling you were living someone else's life?" he said, half-jokingly. "That's how my day has been."

[mrs-tate.livejournal.com]

Jessica had felt that way ever since that rare strand of virus had changed her life forever. She nodded back in a sympathetic, understanding way. "I suppose so...maybe." Jessica sighed softly then looked back up at Angel and gave a smile. "Maybe...maybe I could offer you some tea? Or...or we could take a walk? You never know...might take your mind off of things, cheer you up?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Thanks, but...." Bel shrugged helplessly. "Can't really go outside for a walk." Can't go out, can't shimmer, can't conjure fire...being a vampire really sucked.