WHO: Lilah Morgan and the W&H lackies- CLOSED WHAT: Stage Two WHEN: 18th January WHERE: Wolfram and Hart RATING: PG13. STATUS: Log: COMPLETE
The constant creaking of the trampoline springs was grating on her already frayed nerves. Lilah rubbed a hand over her tired eyes as she began to focus, even as one of the office drones crashed another one of those damn things into the glass wall, sending cracks that Lilah watched grow with a detached sort of irritation.
"Where are we with the dream situation?" She asked tiredly to the assorted minions huddled around the table.
"Excellent," one ventured. As Lilah's eyes narrowed in his direction he shrunk below the desk.
"What I mean is, they haven't had a decent night's sleep in a while now. Dreaming about each others deaths rather a lot."
"Good," Lilah snapped, leaning back in her chair. "So they've both been reminded how fragile they have been in the past. Time to app it up a notch."
"Exactly," the minion beamed before the smile faltered. "How do we do that?"
She was going to have to hire better employees. Even with her tiredness she felt restless, too restless to sit still as she got up and wandered over to the window, staring out over her city. It had to be her imagination, but the scar across her neck itched. It was her imagination. Or the scarf she still wore to hide the evidence of her death. And she didn't remember anything about being in hell. Really.
Not that it mattered because she wasn't going back any time soon.
"Make them paranoid," she finally said. "Send them everything this fair city has to offer. I want them too paranoid to leave the house for fear of what might happen to them or each other."
"I see..." the guy started before Lilah rolled her eyes.
"Just use your imaginations. I know you have them in there somewhere. And I know this because if you let me down, I'll feed you to the demon staff."