Who: Oz, Prince Zuko, and Cordelia Chase What: Ask and you shall receive. Or something like that. When: Not long after Oz's arrival in L.A. Where: Hyperion Hotel Rating: Kid-friendly Status: COMPLETE
Closing his laptop mere moments before the battery gave out, Oz cranked up his van and glanced at the directions he'd scribbled down to the Hyperion Hotel. Angel had set up shop somewhere else, which wasn't surprising. He also wasn't still CEO of Wolfram & Hart - although Oz wasn't sure how much of that had been truth and how much had just been rumor. He'd yet to get any word from Willow on that front and, until he heard from his girl (she would always be his girl, even if she preferred them herself nowadays) he wasn't putting stock in much of anything.
Maneuvering through L.A. traffic was surprisingly easy with the lack of tourists overrunning the place and he made it to the new Angel Investigation Headquarters in record time. A few moments to shove his laptop into his rucksack, and toss said rucksack over one lean shoulder, and he was on his way inside.
There was a small bell that chimed when he entered and he glanced up at it with a faintly amused expression before placing his sack on the floor and looking around the lobby. It was a pretty nice place, he had to admit. And... surprisingly empty, for both a hotel and a place of business.
"Anybody here?" he called out, making his way down the handful of steps that led into the lobby itself. "Hmm. Weird." Oh well. The only thing he could do now was wait.