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[_dylant_]

Michael won't talk. Pretty sure it's not just me that he's refusing to speak too. Luckily Starr is answering his cell phone. She told me that Danny and she will take care of him and the kids. That they're burying Brooke on Monday in her hometown and then they're going to Greece for awhile. Good plan. We've had reporters outside our house, the club

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[_gia_]

*hanging around the house after patrol, peers out the window to check for poparrazzi, notices Dylan pouring through a book*

Hey. Reporters still at it?

[_dylant_]

I think they're hiding in the bushes. Connor set traps and Alex put up a general spell to try and keep them out, but mostly I use the sprinklers.

*growls and closes the book*

This is getting me no where. How was patrol?

[_gia_]

Can't they swarm over something else?

*looks sympathetically at him* Apparently a lot better than research. There was much dust to be had by all. Connor freaks me out with the double axe four-dust-heads-rolling-at-a-time thing.

The books not cutting it?

[_dylant_]

*smiles a little*

Four heads at once? I haven't seen that move yet.

*scrubs at his face*

The answers we needs aren't in any of the books that Wes and I are finding.

Rhia is missing some of her memory and we have no idea who is responsible for that.

There is a god of lust in town who steals souls, which hey that is always fun, right?

*sighs*

Feel like I'm seriously letting everyone down in the research department, Gia.

[_gia_]

It was very impressive in a kind of scary way. Remind me not to piss him off, like, ever.

*plops down next to him* You know, that's kind of stupid. It's not your fault ancient evil is hard to cross-reference. You'll find something. And if you did suck, LA would be a giant hell zone, and hey, Wal-Mart has yet to take over completely.

[_dylant_]

Heh. Actually he's scarier when he's pissed at someone he cares about. Gets kind of quiet and then there is random shouting. So, yeah, don't piss him off.

*laughs*

Fine, you're right, as long as we keep Wal-mart down, we're ahead of the game. Do me a favor and never say that to Connor or he'll never go grocery shopping with me again. at least not without trying to decapitate members of wal-mart management.

So, how are things with you?

[_gia_]

*laughs* Okay, I'll avoid scary-Connor at all costs. I'll scrap plans to hide his favorite axe on April Fools.

*eyes widen* Dude, he'd do that. No way am I making evil-corporation jokes around the guy raised in a hell dimension.

*shrugs* Alright, I guess. You know, considering all that's going on. I'm still creeped out by singing to Giles in Sunnydale.

I'm more worried you're doing that thing you do.

[_dylant_]

*arches an eyebrow*

What thing I do?

*shrugs*

Singing to Giles and nearly burning up? That sucks.

Singing a melody of songs to Spike, nearly burning up, and pulling a reckless stunt with a couple of vamps mid emo song? Yeah. I'm thinking no more trips to Sunnydale anytime soon.

[_gia_]

You know that thing. The thing with blaming yourself for everything that happens ever, but not telling anyone about it until you get all 'all work, no play, makes Dylan craaazzzy.'

*cracks up* You were singing emo to Spike? Did he go all punk and kick your ass? Right there with you. The less Sunnydale, the better. I pulled a reckless stunt while singing chick poprock. Hey, let's not tell Connor.

[_dylant_]

Deal on the no telling Connor.

*rolls his eyes*

No, he pretty much hosed me down and smirked a lot.

*looks at her*

That comment you want to make about Spike and hose? Don't make it.

*shrugs*

I don't think everything is my fault. I'm just frustrated and I don't go craaaazy. Hell, I don't even have a plan to share with anyone, so consider yourself lucky, k?