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Who: Wesley (Open to everyone)
What: Homecoming Time
When: Week Five, Day Two (afternoonish)
Where: the Pod, formerly known as Wolfram & Hart
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"Everything's changed," he said to the woman on his arm. Marsha was looking around eagerly, taking in the new lobby as Wesley looked around and tried to re-orient himself. He'd imagined that when Marsha told him the building was still standing, that it would've been exactly the same as he remembered it. But it wasn't. The stairways were in different places, the style of the lobby was different, the plants and small trees were gone, even the elevator doors were stainless steel now instead of warm wood paneling.
"That's okay," Marsha murmured, rubbing her hand over his forearm. "You said Angel had an office here once upon a time?" she asked again, keeping her voice quiet as she directed his thoughts with her questions.
"Oh, yes, he did. Perhaps we'll start there. Harmony had a desk on the same floor, then there was a stairway with a landing up to the office. Hopefully that's still the case, if Angel is still here."
"He is, Wesley, we checked, remember? The driver came in last week and asked... some young girl that was running about, identified herself as a Slayer, whatever that means, and said that Angel was still in charge."
Wesley gave an impatient jerk of his head as they waited for the elevator. "No, I meant if Angel's office is in the same place."
Marsha didn't say anything to that, just followed Wesley onto the elevator once it arrived. When the doors opened again, the layout was the same as Wesley had remembered it, but that was all that was the same.
There were young girls, from teenagers up to young adults, milling around the landing. Some were laughing and talking, others jostled around him and Marsha to get to the elevators, even more were jogging up and down the stairs to the landing, going God only knew where. "Good Lord, it's true," he murmured, half-shocked. "I can't believe Angel is letting his building be overrun by the Slayers, especially after how shabbily Buffy and Andrew treated him over the last Slayer we captured."
Marsha quietly slipped her hand off his elbow and faded away into the woodwork--literally. Her body melded with the wood grain so that she was completely invisible, observing Wesley in the "new" enviroment.
Wesley was looking around, looking for a familiar face and hoping to see one sooner rather than later, because the sudden appearance of so many new faces, when he'd been expecting quiet and familiarity, was making him a bit light-headed. He hadn't even realized that his friend Marsha had disappeared, because he was rather too busy gaping at everything and everyone as he wandered over to what had been Harmony's desk, and took a seat behind it.
All her unicorns were gone, there was no sign of her pink feathered pen, even Angel's #1 Boss mug was gone. He ran his fingertips over the desk blotter, trying to pick up vibrations of what had gone on before, but the noise of the Slayers rambling in front of him was too much. He moved out from behind the desk and just stood at the base of the stairs, looking around curiously.
What: Homecoming Time
When: Week Five, Day Two (afternoonish)
Where: the Pod, formerly known as Wolfram & Hart
---
"Everything's changed," he said to the woman on his arm. Marsha was looking around eagerly, taking in the new lobby as Wesley looked around and tried to re-orient himself. He'd imagined that when Marsha told him the building was still standing, that it would've been exactly the same as he remembered it. But it wasn't. The stairways were in different places, the style of the lobby was different, the plants and small trees were gone, even the elevator doors were stainless steel now instead of warm wood paneling.
"That's okay," Marsha murmured, rubbing her hand over his forearm. "You said Angel had an office here once upon a time?" she asked again, keeping her voice quiet as she directed his thoughts with her questions.
"Oh, yes, he did. Perhaps we'll start there. Harmony had a desk on the same floor, then there was a stairway with a landing up to the office. Hopefully that's still the case, if Angel is still here."
"He is, Wesley, we checked, remember? The driver came in last week and asked... some young girl that was running about, identified herself as a Slayer, whatever that means, and said that Angel was still in charge."
Wesley gave an impatient jerk of his head as they waited for the elevator. "No, I meant if Angel's office is in the same place."
Marsha didn't say anything to that, just followed Wesley onto the elevator once it arrived. When the doors opened again, the layout was the same as Wesley had remembered it, but that was all that was the same.
There were young girls, from teenagers up to young adults, milling around the landing. Some were laughing and talking, others jostled around him and Marsha to get to the elevators, even more were jogging up and down the stairs to the landing, going God only knew where. "Good Lord, it's true," he murmured, half-shocked. "I can't believe Angel is letting his building be overrun by the Slayers, especially after how shabbily Buffy and Andrew treated him over the last Slayer we captured."
Marsha quietly slipped her hand off his elbow and faded away into the woodwork--literally. Her body melded with the wood grain so that she was completely invisible, observing Wesley in the "new" enviroment.
Wesley was looking around, looking for a familiar face and hoping to see one sooner rather than later, because the sudden appearance of so many new faces, when he'd been expecting quiet and familiarity, was making him a bit light-headed. He hadn't even realized that his friend Marsha had disappeared, because he was rather too busy gaping at everything and everyone as he wandered over to what had been Harmony's desk, and took a seat behind it.
All her unicorns were gone, there was no sign of her pink feathered pen, even Angel's #1 Boss mug was gone. He ran his fingertips over the desk blotter, trying to pick up vibrations of what had gone on before, but the noise of the Slayers rambling in front of him was too much. He moved out from behind the desk and just stood at the base of the stairs, looking around curiously.