Who: Angel and OTA What: He's back...sorta, he was never here...this here...stupid powers. When: 2nd September 2006 Where: Hyperion Hotel Rating: TBD Status: In Progress
Well at least he wasn't naked this time, thought Angel, as he woke up with a start outside the Hyperion. Outside it. Outside the gates, on the street. What kind of game were the PTB playing. It had hurt. And was definitely an unusual state of affairs. But it was the powers. He had gathered quickly this wasn't his LA. In that there were no tentacles and the buildings seemed free of trying to eat him. And he didn't have his dragon. And the garbled explaination he'd gotten from the PTB implied he was needed elsewhere.
He really disliked them.
But really there was nothing he could do and so he'd found himself landed in a version of home, and friends were friends, and they were here. He stood, dusting his coat off and moved quickly toward the hotel. He'd been told what he needed to know. Cordelia was here. Fred, Buffy, Faith, Xander, Harmony, Spike. Lindsey was married?? That one he never thought he'd get used to.
Maybe he should explain about the...well the order to kill him. He'd had no choice and history had been against the former lawyer. Also, evil.
That could be dealt with later. For now he had to get back to them, his team, and apparently a million and one other people dropped in the city to help in the fight that now included evils from various dimensions. Senior Partners he bet. He was really gonna have to deal with Eve.
Pushing open the door he suddenly felt more awkward than he thought possible in his own hotel. Was it even his own anymore?
"Hello?" he called looking around.
Yeah this was awkward. And weird. But mostly awkward