According to Al, things are way too in flux to get a positive lock on why I'm here, or who I'm supposed to help. With the constant flow of people in and out of Anne's shelter, he has had to feed the names of each one, as I get them, into Ziggy. Here's what we have so far:

Tomorrow morning, cave MIGHT die from bloodloss in the Hyperion Hotel. Al ( Read more... )

Got my hands full breaking up fights in here, and outside in the streets. lockley, from what I can tell on the police scanner, is in big trouble, but I can't head out there to help and leave a shelter full of kids undefended.

I *REALLY* need a nice relaxing leap next time...maybe something in a death row prison stay?

Still in Los Angeles ( Read more... )

Al FINALLY showed up, filled me in even more on what I was supposed to be doing, so I don't think anyone suspected anything. This _scourge_ guy was just terrible to deal with, and I think Wes has pretty bad taste if he was going out with a slightly evil lawyer instead of cave, who is clearly very . . . kind. I'm just sorry if charles__gunn and the real Wes lose their ( Read more... )

Guess I'll just have to figure things out on my own, then. So I guess my name is Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, I'm in LA in 2003, I'm some kind of demon hunter, and _scourge_ is not to be let out of his cage under any circumstances. Got it. I seem to be British, too, and contact lenses are quite itchy.
cave is giving me puppy dog eyes, which appears to annoy charles__gunn. Not ( Read more... )

Whew, no more glass jar. That was weird. Have no idea where I am now, though. Why is it always dark? Why isn't there ever somebody right there to go, "Hey, Bill, you thirty-five-year-old part-time medical student, time for you to get to your night job tending bar at 104 South Elm Street, where you should probably look into convincing one of your ( Read more... )

oh boy

It's weird... but I could swear I leaped...

into a jar.

What the hell?!

::: autogenerated information system ( Read more... )

Al deigned to show up last night. That guy has got to learn to separate business from pleasure. I'm sorry, but messing around with Tina behind Ziggy's control room does not qualify as a valid excuse for tardyness. Apparently, I'm here to help some people fight a formless evil. Great. That's not vague or anything! Until we get more information, Al's ( Read more... )

I finally found a mirror, and I seem to be a middle-aged man with dark hair. I rifled through some of his things, name's John Parks, lives in Sunnydale, California. I still don't know why I'm here, though. Al hasn't popped up yet. I'm a little reluctant to go wandering around outside. I have a strange feeling of unease which I don't normally get. ( Read more... )