What kind of week has it been...Busy.
No, I wasn't eaten by a G'shrek demon. No, I wasn't arrested for punching out that guy at Venice Beach (he saw things my way, and didn't press charges). No, I was not, sadly, holed up somewhere with Ewan McGregor in his love nest. That was a different blonde from me, unfortunately.
I've just been:
Helping with the clean-ups of vampire nests * Writing down plausible lies for the LAPD * Getting refugees back into their homes * Accounting for missing people who have become... things * Grouting my tile * Contributing to the media cover-up * Disposing of bodies * talking with the Lt. Governor (nice guy) * and occasionally, hanging out at the beach.
Apocalypses take it out of you. Anyway, I haven't heard from Giny in weeks; need to see if she wants her apartment back. And maybe check in with A.I., and congratulate them a job well done - word on the street is that they dealt with the Beast, and Angel is Angel again.
Now, what do I do about Faith...?
I've just been:
Helping with the clean-ups of vampire nests * Writing down plausible lies for the LAPD * Getting refugees back into their homes * Accounting for missing people who have become... things * Grouting my tile * Contributing to the media cover-up * Disposing of bodies * talking with the Lt. Governor (nice guy) * and occasionally, hanging out at the beach.
Apocalypses take it out of you. Anyway, I haven't heard from Giny in weeks; need to see if she wants her apartment back. And maybe check in with A.I., and congratulate them a job well done - word on the street is that they dealt with the Beast, and Angel is Angel again.
Now, what do I do about Faith...?