After a long day skulking in shadows and hunting down vampires, there were few things that could make Angel happy.

Or acceptably happy at least.

Luckily for Angel one such thing was close at hand and waiting when he got home.

If he didn't have the flatscreen and a hockey game to watch on it who knows what he would have done?

For some strange reason what Angel really wanted to do today was be with Sean. Obviously walks during the daytime were out of the question. But quality time spent on tummy rubs and cuddling? That he could do.

Heck, he didn't even mind if he got fur on his clothes. That was love ( Read more... )

Angel was walking along the part of the second floor hallway that had a railing which overlooked the Hyperion lobby. Sean was walking along beside him. This was useful to know who Angel was talking to as he studied a piece of paper in his hands ( Read more... )

Angel and Logan were deep in the bowels of the Natural History Museum, looking through the new arrivals for the relic that would help their latest case.

( Surely nothing could go wrong with that )

Doing the whole Champion thing meant that Angel had to catch up on the important things in life via DVRs that, thankfully, people who weren't him knew how to operate.

"Oh COME ON! You're just LETTING them win! What the hell??"

Suffice it to say a certain vampire wasn't going to be hitting perfect happiness anytime soon.

[ooc: Establishy. Had to ( Read more... )

"Angel," Wesley said as he came in to Angel's suite, "Might I have a word?"

"Sure: knock," Angel replied. He folded his arms and looked at Wesley. "Knock is a word."
( Anthropomorphic is another one... )

So Buffy had died in this universe, which left Angel feeling a lot of things. The highest on the list was uncomfortable, since feeling things wasn't exactly Angel's style. Except in the case of brooding, but strangely the thought of an alternate universe Buffy dying didn't hit him in quite the same way as if the one from his universe died. But then ( Read more... )

Angel had been coming up into the basement when the portal hit.

Sadly this was not something that was hugely unusual for him, given that he lived in Los Angeles and all. What was unusual was that when the portal closed it left Angel right where he was, in the basement of the Hyperion hotel ( Read more... )

As though having a party in his hotel wasn't headache enough, Angel got some weird voicemail. He assumed it was somebody from the party who he didn't know. If they wanted to talk to him over the phone instead of in person he was more than a-okay with that.

So he hit redial - or so he thought - and left a message.

[ooc: establishy linkdrop, ( Read more... )

Angel woke up that morning and knew without a doubt what he had to do. Something big. Something huge. A battle with evil so monumental that if someone were inclined to write it all down it would take up pages and pages of posts text.

He was going to do it, and he was going to do it in just one minute...

[ooc: HAD TO]