PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

( Best. Movie. Ever. )

I am THISCLOSE
Who wants to go burn down The Roadhouse?
WHY ARE YOU SO
Dear Heather,
DEAR HEATHER,
I DO NOT APPRECIATE YOUR SHENANIGANS.
LOVE,
SAM.

During the American Civil War, 185,000 troops died in combat or of battle-related wounds, 373,000 died of disease.

A not so fun fact.

I've had enough of the weird and the frightening now, thanks.

My old life with a side of seclusion would be awesome.

Holy water is done. Respond here if you need me to stock you up and we'll discuss safe locations to meet up for drop-offs.

As for those of you who are new here? If you need any information concerning some of the things that you may have heard about the vampires and the demons and all of that stuff, let me know and I'll be more than happy to fill you in on the details as far as keeping yourself protected is concerned. I know there's a welcoming center here that probably does the same, but if you want a more hands-on discussion about it then I'll gladly assist.

[Friends and family]
Jo is definitely gone. Searched high and low for her. Looks like she went home.

I'm sorry.

Okay. So, now that I'm gisted with a side of clothes from Wal-Mart and place to stay with half decent company. . .

What's a girl gotta do for a job? Huh? I. . .am a damn good detective and looook! Shiny new PI license, just took the test last year!

If nothing else I make a damn good receptionist who happens to slip helpful little post-its into all your case files. You should hear my phone voice.

Takers?

Ok. Pranks I get, and I have a feeling with the techno side of this implemented, this was a team effort. Thanks a lot, Mackie, but I'm NOT looking to be late first day back.

So Wallace, Mac, let's cut the crap and get me home because I have persons to be avoiding today and I need to do so on only a half empty stomach.

Ok Mac, I'm waiting on the hahaha IM. Any second now. Let's have it Mackie.

Mac? Wallace?

Soooomebody?

So this whole city-on-fire thing? Apparently it's meant only for the angelic types as some kind of funky summoning device or something. Yes, I know, that probably just topped the list of crazy for this place, but it's true.

Which means that while it's incredibly creepy to look at, and while it may make people want to run for cover, there's nothing to worry about for once. The fire isn't going to burn us all to a crisp and should be gone soon, I'm guessing.

{filtered to Angel Investigations and their Associates}
And I don't care if the whole city does start to burn to the ground. Our main priority is to find Peter.

Although anyone who can put out fire easily? If this thing gets out of control, we may need your help with that. But for now, let's keep the streets safe and find my pseudo-brother Champion.

Still nothing on the job search, it should be easier to find work in a city this big.

I don't know what the guy in 2B's problem is but he sounds like he's possessed or something, screaming at all hours of the night in what sounds like really broken latin. This girl either needs to get some sleep or a caffeine IV. I need to get to finding some work in this town if I really am stuck here.

I used to work in a coffee shop type place called Java the Hut and I worked for my dad who is a Private Investigator, I have some computer skills and receptionist experience as well, but I'm not sure what to really look for here, besides who takes a teenage PI seriously unless she's a cartoon?

Um...I don't think not being in Kansas anymore quite covers it... so who took me over the rainbow, Dorothy?

I need to get my memories back, no matter what pain it causes me. I can't take one more day of not knowing who I am.

I hate Chloe but I still think she is hot. I would take her to bed in a second and if she struggled, I would tell her to shut up, lay back and not move. I have a strong desire to kidnap her and lock her in a room and then, when I begin to find her boring and overused, I will have her slit her own throat with a rusty hunting knife. And after this is finished, I would want Lex to end himself with that same knife, but only after I am done torturing him for many, many weeks.

A am very, very insane.

I blame Lex for my problems. It is his fault. I still have the scars. They make me look like a drug addict.

This being unable to lie, only tell the truth thing is a lot better than getting stoned as a side effect of some antibiotic concoction. At least I'm not skipping around making an ass out of myself.

LA definitely was not this interesting the last time I was here.

I hate it here. I liked it better when there were fewer people in the Hyperion, because I feel so bloody useless compared to everyone else now. I used to be able to help with stuff, but now there are all these people with abilities who do it. I hate not being able to do anything, and as nice as it is I hate the fact I'm the only one in the hotel who has someone assigned to look after them. I really want to leave. I don't think anyone would really care if I did. They'd just say they care because they're the "good guys" and they're supposed to say that kind of thing. Which really makes them bad, because they are liars right?

And I kind of want a boyfriend, even though I'm afraid he'll turn out to be a user and a "baby doesn't fit into my plans so I'm leaving you completely and utterly screwed" like Aaron's father. Honestly, what type of a asshole do you have to be to do that?! Are all men like that? My dad left when he realized a love child wouldn't work out with his career anymore, and my ex-boyfriend left when he realized that a baby would ruin his career too. Is that all you men care about!?

I didn't even want to have a baby. I wanted to have an abortion. And from what I did to my mum I didn't think I was suited for the job. But he convinced me that the baby would be good for us, and then he up and leaves me! So I was going to give up Aaron for adoption. But the family never turned up. I kind of hope my ex dies a painful lonely death.

I'm so frustrated with everything! I'd rather be stuck at home serving greasy fish and chips, and being hit on by toothy creeps for the rest of my miserable existence, then be here anymore.

I'm lonely too. Really lonely. The people I cared about are either gone or don't remember me. Everyone has someone but me and I hate it.

I also think I used to have a crush on Angel.



Why am I saying these things?! Oh God!

I don't know if I want my memories back. Whatever happened to me had to have been pretty bad for me to just forget. Maybe they should stay that way. I want to get rid of all these photos of people I don't know. Who was Lilly Kane and why do I have a password protected folder called Lilly Kane on my laptop? Do I even want to know? What if remembering just brings back pain, maybe it's better to just not know.

When I meet someone in the street and ask what they're doing...I don't expect them to tell me that they are going to murder their boss and rob a bank...

Edit: Is there something anyone wants to tell me about...well, me?

I.... what am I supposed to do now

She.. she left me

This sucks.

This is not the correct place, nor is it the correct time. But it will do, I suppose.

Lex, I am going to kill you. I’ll thank you first of course, and then I will murder you. Or better yet, I will have you murder yourself. How does that sound to you? After what you did to me for five years, I do want your opinion on this matter. I have many ideas for how we can go about putting this plan into action. I will post the top ten once I decide which ones are good enough to make that list.

I was thinking that I could go for your wife first. I heard that you had one here. And children too. Keep them close, Mr. Luthor. You would not want the rabid dog who broke out of his cage to get to them, now would you?

I think not.

I am feeling lucky. Very lucky…

So...I guess I used to live here, I don't...really remember much, or anything actually. All I know is I'm here now and I don't really know what that means or who I am supposed to know or anything so yeah...

Oi, so I was busy reading Rei's comics, and Sailor V was totally in love, and suddenly I am butt-up-face-down on the sidewalk in this creepy dark city!

Where's the best place to get dough nuts cuz I'm starving!!!

For anyone who didn't understand Mantis' earlier post, here it is plain and simple for everyone to get.

Katara is dead. She died earlier this evening, while on a mission. No, I'm not discussing the details so don't bother asking. The point is, she's gone... and she isn't coming back.

We're going to hold a service for her once we can get it organized. We aren't calling the morgues and we aren't calling the hospitals. She was one of us until the very end, and her burial will be taken care of by us as well.

Anyone who wants to help, that would be wonderful.

And rest assured that whoever was responsible for this is going to pay. Dearly.

Logan and Wallace are just...gone.

I know you have a lot more important things to worry about then this, so I'll understand if you don't answer this right away.

I met someone about a week ago, and it's not that type of meet someone (I wish!). His name is Sawyer and according to him Flight 815 the plane that brought me here, crashed on an island and we were stranded their for four months.

He knows my baby's name is Aaron, and he even knows the colour of my diary and how addicted I am to peanut butter!

I told him I'd get back to him, and he and I could talk. I get the feeling I can trust him, but I don't know...

Is what he says even possible? Because if it is, why did I end up in LA and not on this island?

I don't know who has Peter, but rest assured you won't have him for long. And when I find you, I'm going to end you.

( Filtered to Veronica )

( Filtered to Gabriel )

( Filtered to Hyperion Residents )

Peter didn't check back in last night.

Hey computer geniuses, I have a project for you.

I don't know how to make him feel better.

So, can we go yet? Not that I think we should have to ask permission.

C'mon, Veronica...let's go somewhere together. Anywhere. Hit up the beach, let me take you to a movie...I just wanna be somewhere with you that isn't a hotel room. Y'know, I never really thought I'd say that.

As most of you already know, we made it back, and Cordelia is with us again.

Katara, Connor, Jack Sparrow, Tia, Will Turner...the whole crew, and all of you here at the hotel. You made this possible. Without all of your effort, we would have never made it back, you guys are the ones that deserve the credit.

That's why Angel Investigations is being left in the hands of Katara and Peter Evans. I'm not fit to be the leader of something like this. I'm not going anywhere, but they're much more capable than I am, and I want everyone to listen to them.

Well, that was fun in a way that kinda wasn't. All I can say is, boy howdy is it good to be back. Well that and, apparently, I managed to get a pretty good tan even while dead. So, go me!

Oh, and Davy Jones?

I told you so.

.... Seriously?

( New Security Measures - READ THIS )

I don't think I need to explain to any of you of the dire situation that we are in here. Kata has tasked us with getting Buffy back, and we don't want to let her down. We need our people here, and we need them safe.

Clark & Kara, I know that you two have great powers. I've read the comics, but I can't sit through an episode of Smallville because Lana is a whiny cow. Do you think that you can help with this?

Peter Petrelli the one with the sociopath girlfriend, the younger one, I think that you might be able to help with this, if you can. I don't know what the electric freak Elle can do against a vampire but we might be facing more than that.

Anyone else? Feel free to offer up suggestions. No one is to do anything until we formulate a well planned out scenario. We will be meeting in the lobby to discuss this.

Let me be clear here, NO ONE IS TO GO OUT ON THEIR OWN! We need to stick together here, if we have to lock down the hotel completely to protect people, we will.

Let's get this done.

So...we've been tasked with bringing Buffy back. We know who has her. Spike is strong, I fought him myself and he nearly killed me. Of course I'm not exactly used to fighting... I'm not sure what it's going to take to get her back, but we need to work on something.

Maybe we can ask Clark and Kara and maybe a couple others if they feel up to the task. I'll go along myself, if need be. Even though stepping back in there would give me more nightmares than I've been having already.

We've got a lot of resources here, and I think it's time we used them and gave everyone a little hope back.

So. Who might be in charge here?

I'm going to get Angel and Cordelia back. Veronica and Scout are in charge, and Peter is handling security. If anyone has any questions, please go to them.

( Veronica and Scout )

( Peter )

( Connor )

My friend Mac just showed up, she's coming here. Please let her in.

I'd like a medium coke and an order of nachos. 3.37? Sure. I've got a 5 in here somewhere...Whoa, talk about creepy darkness swirleys...And now I'm nowhere I'm used to being.

I suppose if I sit here and think real long, and real hard...Oh wait, I don't have to. I'm pretty sure that if something is out of the ordinary, Veronica or Weevil is to blame.

Sweet, I still have my bag. I'm glad I didn't leave this at the table!

Your Champion is dead.