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ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ♚ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ, ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀʟʟ ([personal profile] chuisle) wrote in [community profile] all_inclusive2014-03-04 07:46 pm

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"Uh, Nina?"

This wasn't right. He knew the hotel — his hotel — like the back of his hand. He could walk the corridors blindfolded, even those in parts of the building that they had barely inhabited before the great move to the Law Offices of Wolfram & Hart. And while the Hyperion had managed to avoid sustaining heavy damage or infestation like a majority of the buildings in Los Angeles, hell wasn't nearly this well-kempt. Especially not where his former mailing address was concerned. The carpets were vacuumed, the floors had carpets, mirrors and glass polished to a glare-free shine...

Not only did he appear to be in the wrong hotel, but the wrong dimension, and that was a problem. A big one.

This was the last thing he needed, whether it be an actual case of dimensional displacement or some trick the Senior Partners were pulling on him in retaliation for overthrowing the Lords. Not that they needed an excuse to meddle in his life. They were the masterminds behind his newfound liveliness in spite of what the heavy glamour that hid his humanity from everyone had to say about him. Angel was alive, but it was important that everyone still believed he was a vampire.

It's like he told Wes; there's only one way to get out of hell. Act like nothing's changed.

Which was why he stared at what he could see of the buffet table across the way, but made no move to approach it. Eating actual food in public? Dead giveaway. (No pun intended.)

He should probably find shoes. Somehow, walking out of his room in nothing but a t-shirt and sweatpants had topped his list of poorly thought out life choices this morning.
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[personal profile] whattingawhat 2014-03-05 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
Buffy wasn't really patrolling the halls. There wasn't much need to, so she didn't have her scythe with her, nor was she carrying a stake. In fact, she looked positively harmless in a pair of yoga pants and a tank top, on her way to the gym to work on the punching bag.

She had her earbuds in, her ipod tucked into the hidden pocket in her yoga pants and she was be-bopping along to some One Direction sssshhhh when she was confronted by a ghost from her past.

Quite literally.

Well, maybe not the ghost part. At least she hoped it wasn't the ghost part.

She ground to a halt, mouth gaping. First Faith and now Angel. Hotel? I could use a little break here between blasts from the past.

What came out was:

"Angel?"

Duh of course it was Angel and if she had any doubt there was that ever present tingle-tangle, static at the back of her neck, pulling at that ever so familiar bite on her neck and at the pit of her stomach. There was no mistaking who it was.
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[personal profile] whattingawhat 2014-03-05 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Buffy tended to forget (conveniently) that vampires felt her the same way she felt Angel because Angel was the only vampire she'd ever properly felt. She was kind of defective that way. The fact that Angel didn't feel her didn't immediately ping to her that something was wrong. Later, she might wonder about the smelling thing, only because she'd commented on it often enough that it was a thing she'd consider.

In any case, she jerked the earbuds out of her ears when he started speaking, catching the last half of his first sentence. "Uhm...this is my face? It's kind of always...been my face." She was giving him the most confused look ever because he wasn't making any sense.

"I don't know what ghost lesion is but it sounds gross so let's stay away from those. Also, chatting...were we chatting before I--are you crazy again? Because if you're crazy again I can probably find some shackles."

And now for some distractions because yum Angel and shackles.

Wait.

"Alternatively, are you evil again?"
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[personal profile] whattingawhat 2014-03-05 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
Angel wasn't getting any easier to understand. There was a brief moment where Buffy wondered if she was going crazy, if this was some sort of trick, or maybe she'd walked through a door and ended up--she stopped her internal monologue, turned in a circle and then again, stopping when she was facing Angel. Nope, still the hotel.

"Crazy? Uhm...sort of always a table-able option. Or shackles? 'Cause those are always on the table too. Just...saying."

He would forever be getting Buffy's best confused face. "I don't--Angel, did they do something to you when the whole..."

She took a couple of steps backwards, really wishing she'd thought to bring a stake or anything with her. Angel had been fine. She remembered the last time she'd seen him vividly and he'd been wracked with guilt, but he hadn't been crazy.

"Okay. Answers. I'm going to need some, otherwise, I'm getting the shackles out and we'll talk when you're less cucukoo for coco puffs."
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[personal profile] whattingawhat 2014-03-05 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
It was only when he flexed his hand that Buffy realized he was hurt. Her eyes went wide.

"Okay. We should get you to...uhm...I've got a first aid kit in my room. I can--do the nurse thing and patch you up."

She hesitated a moment. He was going to need blood to really heal. She'd wait and see how crazy he was once she'd gotten him alone and patched up before she made the offer to let him have some of her blood. It wasn't the best option, but she didn't know where the other vampires in the hotel got their blood. She knew Bella had a door with a forest and she ate deer, but that wouldn't be an option for Angel right now.

"Come on. I'm not going to stake you," she told him as she gestured toward the hallway she'd come down.
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[personal profile] whattingawhat 2014-03-05 05:04 am (UTC)(link)

It wasn't very far, just down the hall. His comment got a bit of a look from her, but she assumed he meant bandaging. He'd heal fast enough that anything like stitches would be taken out hours later.

She stopped in front of a door, got a key out and unlocked it, stepping over the threshold before she said "Come in, Angel."

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[personal profile] the_dawnster 2014-03-05 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
This chick is sitting in one of the plush couches in the lobby, scribbling notes in a journal, her book bag settled on the floor in front of her, her feet curled up underneath her. She probably looks older than the last time Angel has seen her. Because she is. And at this point she's used to people just appearing, especially in the lobby. It's become one of her favorite hobbies here, seeing someone appear, watching their confusion, helping where she could and meeting and learning about new people and places.

Pausing in her scribbles, she looks up at the new face. This face wasn't new to her. This was the face of someone who had hurt everyone she cared about including herself. But really, she's past it. Mostly. People make mistakes. People die. Things happen. She stuffs all of those emotions threatening to spew out into the open air deep down inside.

"Weird, right? I give it three stars cause while it isn't Trump Tower, it isn't a Motel 6 either." Her lips twist thoughtfully. "Not that I've ever been to Trump Tower, but I imagine it would be more impressive. Less hum-drum and more posh, not the Spice Girl."

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"Still not into pop culture references, huh?" She can deal with that. Kind of. She's not very good at keeping said references down to a minimum. Honestly, it's a Summers thing.

She shifts uneasily and then forces a small smile in his direction. "You're good you, right? Not evil you?" She's pretty sure she would be dead if he were Angelus but it's good to get confirmation on things, right?

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That makes her smile, an all around glad smile that things are on the up and up... and maybe even better. Because as good as it gets is a special kind of Angel lingo that could elude to some really good things for him. She's a firm believer in redemption. Buffy had taught her that through everything that had happened with Willow. And even through more than just that. So she believes that everyone deserves good things if they're working toward repairing or changing whatever things that might not look so good in their past.

She nods and taps the tip of the top of her pen against the journal in her lap. "Buffy's here too." Thank goodness. Because Dawn wasn't sure she would be handling this place quite so well without her sister here. "Have you seen her?"

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Unfortunately 'nothing's changed' to Dawn isn't necessarily a good thing with Angel. But she'll believe it wholeheartedly because one; why would anyone lie to her? And two, Dawn is oftentimes just that naive to believe anything that someone with a familiar face will tell her. Whether that's Angel or Buffy in this instance remains to be seen. For the time being, she'll cling to the fact that he said he's good and let it be.

She nods, waiting for him to say more about his run in with Buffy. But there was nothing. Not an it was good to see her. Not a testament to all the awkward ever. Nothing. "I forget how opposite of chatty you are. But I'm just gonna assume it was awkward and that our run in is way more fun." With that, she grins wryly at him.

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[personal profile] slutbomb 2014-03-09 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Buffet table does look tasty. Faith hasn't had the chance to partake either but those are some pretty longing gazes coming from Angel. Don't worry, though, Angel. Faith's not keen on the deal, yo.

"Wow, never thought of it but I bet you miss chocolate hardcore." Of course, she had thought of it but the past year usually consisted of actual business and her living kind of a double life. Some jokes just had to be saved for a more opportune time.

She comes into the room from a doorway across from him, face scrunched up as she wonders if Sane Angel has left the building. "Dude. You know how I feel about your weird ass toes."
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She moves closer, scrunching up her face in more than just reaction to those toes.

"Your middle toe is what. You know it's not supposed to be longer than the other ones, right?" Distraction is the name of the game here. Because something is off, but Faith can't put her finger on it yet. Angel seems like he's in a bit of a daze which is maybe not totally uncharacteristic at home in the flat -- in a strange hotel that begets lots of questions and investigation, though? She's finding that hard to believe.

Or maybe he's got post-Buffy brain. That always did a number on people...

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Her brow knits together, and Faith instinctively takes two full steps backward, out of Angel's wider-than-she-thought personal bubble. She was good at reading signals (nothing to do with the slayer so much as everything to do with a broken home life) and even if she wasn't, that would've been a big red flag. Angel could sometimes be a little klutzy when he was forced into a situation he wasn't used to or couldn't navigate for whatever reason.

This shouldn't be one of those times. "Didn't mean anything by it."

Not that that's really what she's saying. Sure, those are the words that come out of her mouth, but in a hollow sense that meant no real text had carried by them. It was filler, while she watched Angel with a look akin to predator hunting prey -- something's hinky and she's learned over the years when to leap and when to heel. If he needed a little space, she could give it. For a moment, anyway.

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[personal profile] slutbomb 2014-03-16 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)

"Shit." Faith doesn't mean to let the curse slip, but she can't help it. A thousand situations are running through her head, ones she's thought up before, because Faith did stuff like planning contingencies nowadays. Angel acting sketchy wasn't really something she's comfortable with, but she's here, she'll deal with it and it'll be OK.

"C'mon, let's get a room." She winces. "Not-- nevermind. Let's just find somewhere off the beaten path." She moves, trying to take the lead while still keeping him in her line of sight. She didn't like this -- not the way Buffy reacted to her, and not the way Angel is behaving. It all spelled out more trouble than Faith felt like she could handle right now. She thinks about asking him if he'd seen her yet, but that can wait for closed doors and a sanity check.

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