PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

{Filtered to Angel Investigations}
Some of you already know this, but not all of you do, so let me just go ahead and say it so there's no room for confusion and everyone is on the same page.

Earlier tonight, Angel came back to town. Shortly after that, Darla managed to get ahold of him. Needless to say, it's a pretty safe bet that in the next few days Angelus is going to once again be roaming the streets.

Now for those of you who don't know who Angelus is - he's one hell of a sadistic, twisted vampire. Seriously. In a pretty major way. That being said, he may show up pretending to be Angel. Do not let him in. Don't fall for it. He's not Angel. He has no soul, and he tortures people for fun.

We're keeping the Hyperion on a pretty tight lockdown for the time being, obviously. Anyone leaving after the sun goes down is not to go alone. Period. And should you be out and spot Angelus, get back here as quickly as possible. Make sure Peter or I am aware of any time you might encounter him.

In the meantime, Willow is going to be working to get him back his soul. If she can manage it (which she most likely will), we'll have Angel back. Not the human version, but the souled, vampire one that some of you already knew to begin with. In the meantime, though, everyone please be careful and don't underestimate him. He's strong, he's smart, and he's got a sadistic streak a mile wide.

Talk about a headache...

So. How much will have to be replaced in the morning? At least try not to torch the bed this time, all right? That was hell to clean up the last time you did it.

There's a pot of chai tea in the kitchen for anyone who needs it.

Sammm! Do you want to come out and play?

I don't know where I am.

You dat know me witchling, de one called Willow.

She live. She hurt. You find her.

If she die, dis city drown.

Lindsey, dear.

We need to chat.

I'm definitely considering going back to New York. I mean, at least there you can walk around at night without worrying about some demon taking your head off.

Peter? Are you here? Last I heard, this is where you've been...spotted.

I'm settled in and everything now. You can stop by if you want?

I have a delima. I need a New York style pizza in Los Angeles. Right now. I never thought I'd say this but I actually miss home. Okay-maybe not so much the Foot showing up every two seconds. But the fact that I could get a pizza at two in the morning, was amazing.

Right, enough is enough.

I want one of you to teach me how to use some of those amazing weapons we have in the collection. I'm sick and tired of being so defenseless, and always needing other people to save me and my son.

So who is going to teach me?

I've been here for a few days already, so I suppose I should at least introduce myself to those of you whom I haven't met.

My name is Amelia Solo and I'm... not from around here. Or anywhere close to here, in fact. From what I can gather, this place seems to be bringing people here from various places, but it seems that very few if any are aware as to the reasoning behind it? Do I understand that right?

In any case, my main reason for posting this message is because of the fact that I was actually here before as a small child. I have very vague, almost dream-like memories of being here. Nothing specific, really, but enough to know that I have seen some of the strange wonders of this world before. I just always assumed it was in my imagination.

So now for my general question. Is anyone else here finding themselves in the same situation as this, or am I the only one?

Alright, so the cat's outta the bag. I'm not British. Yeah, know you're all morbidly shocked. But I've found out why I in fact hate most people with accents. That's an unknown fact about me. But there it is, it's out deal with it. I don't care. But I've learned the reason. It's because most of them have slang and terms they use to insult you so it doesn't sound like you're being insulted.

Hmm come to think of it, no. I just don't like most Aussies and Brits. Spike you're an exception, well because you're pretty damned badass. I'm sure there's a few I've met along the way that I like, but for the most part no. Which brings me to this question, what the hell is a git? Is that even a term that should be used on a guy because it sounds extremely feminine.

Oh and just to make this known, Magneto can kiss my ass. I'm done.

I need to find out the name, location, and familial information of a dark haired witch who has been vexing me recently. I will reward any useful information generously. She is recognizable by a sickeningly sweet, repulsive odorous bag of substance that she carries, and she might spread the concoction over her lair.

I need the name, location, and familial information of a red headed man who's been vexing me lately. He babbles meaninglessly and calls people by odd names like Gigi. He also has a small child named Jackie who has come in contact with the witch's brew. Said child will likely reek of rotten fruit. I will reward any useful information generously.

So, Los Angeles... didja miss me?

[includes Heidi, Peter, Nathan]

Her lair. Her lair.

I'm not sure if I'm amused or horrified or both. Amused turning horrified, maybe, if the coffee that went down the wrong way is any indication.

You know that vision thing Cordelia does? She gave me a heads up on an attack that's supposed to take place tomorrow night. There'll be some demons getting involved with what I'm assuming to be a happy little couple. I say we crash the party.