TM - Showing up in LA
(ooc: Rp for anyone at the Hyperion or just for Cordy if no one else feels like jumping in)
Last time he'd come back it had been to Sunnydale and it had felt like coming home. Of course he'd found out that the home he'd been coming back to had already moved on. He couldn't blame Willow, he'd left her behind and expected her to wait while he got his head together.
This time it felt like any other city he was visiting. Maybe he knew some people here but there wasn't any real draw to keep him here other than that. Maybe that should be enough, maybe he'd forgotten how good it could be to have people around who knew you.
It had been good talking to Cordy in the journal, sort of a awaken a part of himself that hadn't really gotten any use in a while thing. Maybe he could stay for a while, find a job to keep him in food and maybe get a place so he could stop hitting people up for crash space.
Maybe.
The last time he was at the Hyperion Angel had been kidnapped and tortured with hot pokers by Spike. Looking around at the lobby Oz kind of hoped this visit would involve a little more hang out and have a drink and a little less with the hanging by the thumbs for information. And that thought caused a smile, because when had any of them had a boring life?
"Hey, anyone home?"
Last time he'd come back it had been to Sunnydale and it had felt like coming home. Of course he'd found out that the home he'd been coming back to had already moved on. He couldn't blame Willow, he'd left her behind and expected her to wait while he got his head together.
This time it felt like any other city he was visiting. Maybe he knew some people here but there wasn't any real draw to keep him here other than that. Maybe that should be enough, maybe he'd forgotten how good it could be to have people around who knew you.
It had been good talking to Cordy in the journal, sort of a awaken a part of himself that hadn't really gotten any use in a while thing. Maybe he could stay for a while, find a job to keep him in food and maybe get a place so he could stop hitting people up for crash space.
Maybe.
The last time he was at the Hyperion Angel had been kidnapped and tortured with hot pokers by Spike. Looking around at the lobby Oz kind of hoped this visit would involve a little more hang out and have a drink and a little less with the hanging by the thumbs for information. And that thought caused a smile, because when had any of them had a boring life?
"Hey, anyone home?"