"Ah, yes. I think this will do nicely."

Wesley Wyndham-Pryce is immensely proud of himself. Cast into a strange, unknown world, left to his own defenses, accosted by gun-wielding youths and strange blue women--not to mention an impertinent Slayer--but here he is in a domicile of his own. A headquarters. A home base, so to speak.

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If you're in room 202 tonight, and paying any attention to the Books of People and Dangers, you may have noticed a long haired hippy freak fellow filling in what he can ( Read more... )

Leather, yes. A new leather coat. Just the thing for a grand new chapter in one's life. Who needs the Council, anyway? He has a coat!

Wesley Wyndham-Pryce slips on the coat and steps over to a nearby mirror.

Yes, that's perfect. Looking quite the dashing adventurer now.

Just the thing for a new career as a 'freelance occult investigator.'

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