PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Well, isn't this shiny and new?

Hello, 2006. You're...kinda a let down, not gonna lie.

I decided I should do a less insane hello.

I'm Lauren, I'm a ...I know Mitchell and Annie and George, and I'm a vampire. One officially on the blood drinking wagon.

Sorry if I freaked anyone out when I showed up first. Didn't mean to.

So, what is there to do in this city besides fight a war I don't understand

I've become quite the night owl. I expect that everyone else in The Hyperion is sleeping, and yet here I am, awake in front of this computer screen with nothing of real substance to report. At least I have a nice cup of tea to keep me company. Even as drowsiness comes over me, I resist it for no reason other than stubbornness. Every night I have been reading - Fred, you weren't lying when you said the library in here was well-stocked and managed. I read till dawn, feeling a strange connection to a certain vampire I was once employed for, and then sleep for just a few hours until I try to make myself useful.

I noticed nothing was going on with the small garden area we have, so I've taken it upon myself to plant some herbs, as well as some mint (excellent for tea). Please feel free to utilize any of these should you find yourself cooking. I'm afraid I'm not much of a flower-sort, so I haven't done anything in the way of those.

Last night, I met up with a couple of guys who were in town for the day, playing a show at one of the local bars. Used to be a stand-in in their band when one of the guys couldn't make it, broke law school student earning some extra cash beyond rent.

You know how strange it is to sit and talk with people who are completely oblivious to the supernatural existing? I don't mean the stupid kind in this city either, the ones that blatently ignore the apocalypses, shifting dimensions, and big bads. I mean the ones that don't really know otherwise, thinking that evil lawfirms are the punchline to a joke, demons are psycho exes, and the war between Good and Evil is fending off a hangover the next morning.

Nice little break but I think I'd rather know what goes on when the sun goes down.

[Filtered to AI/Allies- Filtered AGAINST Buffy's account]

It's as if the city wants to welcome me back.

So, I'm guessing Buffy was switched too, for a version who was never a Slayer. And this version has been captured by some vampire nutjob. Now, I don't know when Buffy's being brought back, but I'm not thinking we wait until then to get this sorted.

I want to find this other version and rescue her and then I want some beer. So let's get this done quickly.

Anyone any leads on where this asshole might be? He says he wants money and blood, but I'm thinking of offering a better trade. He wants a Slayer, he can damn well have one. I could use the workout.

ETA: Ok, arranged the trade, me for her. Only he wants me to bring 'Will' Buffy's boyfriend for me to kill to prove my word's good. Any volunteers to pretend to be Will? Obviously without the me actually killing them part.

I'm very, very close to narrowing down the area the people who have your friend are posting from. I'm assuming they're keeping her in the same area.

I'll be in the lobby as soon as I have a searchable area.

And I'm guessing now's a good time to mention the whole walking through walls thing. I can do that, and I can bring people with me when I do it. Might come in handy, if you want help on the rescue mission. I've got experience with this sort of thing. Way too much experience, to be honest.

[OOC: Will find location/start lobby thread when Buffy-player gives me the all clear. Feel free to add me on AIM for info-sharing - AerieOnePilot]

Okay so the subway thing was funny, the creepy computer people, the anti-antichrist,  hillarious. The demon before she got all evil, beautifully tragic, The cyborg whatever having to be shot in the head by his own girlfriend, Priceless.

But this latest guy, he's killing our own. Actual important players...And all kinds of unpleasently.

I pass on the messages, and though they don't say it in words, the general feeling is...

'Our bad'

They didn't mean this, they really didn't mean this.

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[ooc: Yes. He has no idea. xD]

Goodness. I know I ought to be less surprised... But as for why Wolfram & Hart wanted to send me to what is obviously some sort of alternate reality of Los Angeles, I'm stumped. What does this accomplish for them? It can only mean no good. Obviously. I wish I had a more astute observation, but I feel mildly disoriented right now. Makes one wish for some crisps and a nice brandy... of course, a clear head is in order right now.

If there are some familiar contacts out there, perhaps you could lend your knowledge to my baffled brain? Unless of course I'm dreaming this. In which case I suspect I'll wake up very cranky and unrested.