Prideview Random

It's been so quiet around here lately.  I guess I'm just not used to the whole "being normal" thing. And without Davis here I'm out of a job, which just sucks.

You know, I'm really not digging this whole "happy community" scene. I mean, clearly Mr. Rogers has taken the time out of his busy schedule in that puppet show in the sky to come down and make Prideview one beautiful place.

Kudos, really. I'm sure all those quaint little Scoobies are just swarming the guest list.

Oh! And speaking off- Buffy. It's been way too long. We should do lunch. You know, when you're done grieving over the lost chance of doing Angel.

It's always when you really want to go out that you can't get a hold of your friends. Anybody want to show a girl a good time?

Oh my God.

That being said, I'm bored. And person two doors down from me? It doesn't matter how loud you turn up your music, my sex is just going to keep getting louder.

This is definitely not the apartment I fell asleep in.

New York City.

Well, this place certainly has potential. Perhaps this won't be so bad, after all.

Hello?

New York City, not a bad place to settle down.

...what the hell? How did I get here? Why is there a computer?

Why the hell am I touching it?

People, listen to me, you have to get out before they get you!

If anyone noticed a blackout last night in a penthouse, it was mine. Goddamn, crazy woman!

It took me half the night to jury rig my computer with a backup generator. Thank God the damn suit is waterproof. It's damaged enough as it is. Now I have to go through and use a fucking hand dryer before I can begin to replace these fried motherboards.

If I've lost my Iron suit and pacemaker data, I'm going to kill you, Pepper Potts.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to do this shit with a fully broken rib?

That must have been an excellent party last night if I managed to cross the entire country without realising it.

I was in LA and now I'm back in New York? What the fuck? Can't they make up their mind where they want me? It's fucking New York; there's nothing special about this place. I live here for the last fifteen fucking years. At least they had the decency to put me up in this swank apartment.