Februray - Shameless
It's been a year. A year and a few hours since everything changed and the world for everyone got turned upside down. They had plenty of things to go wrong before that, sure, but it wasn't the same as the sudden, extreme change that happened one year ago. As much as he might want to go back, Angel knows they'll never be able to have back what they all did then. Not him or anyone would. It was the nature of the beast and wouldn't be the first time he's found himself trying to start over and pick up pieces of what used to be to make something entirely new.
Nearly everyone had been released from the hospital. Funerals were arranged, families were notified, stories made for cover up, and doctors asked to look the other way. With the extent of injuries, not one of them expected to see bodies healing exactly like slayers or the others injured. The slayers all had gone back to the school to finish healing. Connor, Lily, and even Fred had all been moved back to the Hyperion. Cordy had been released a few days before and Grace and her baby were going to be alright.
They all might have been finally able to catch their breaths, but Angel knew better than to think it was all over. The devil was sent back to hell, but there was still the destruction that he left behind. He left his mark on all of them in different ways and the only thing to do now was to figure out where to go from here.
Back at the hotel, Angel tried to help out where he could. People might have gotten out of the hospital, but that didn't mean they needed to be moving around and acting like normal. Even if they thought they should be able to do just that. Yes, he's looking at you. And you. Probably you too.
He'd asked before everything went down if Harry and Faith would consider moving back into the hotel and he wasn't sure what the answer would be. It's no secret that the Hyperion would be where he'd always want to see them call home, but he would have understood if the answer had been no. Except, it wasn't. As soon as they were able to finally get settled after the crazy couple of weeks of running around and taking care of things everywhere, they'd all be moving back into the Hyperion. And Angel? Well, someone probably ought to tell him a sad story to be on the safe side. You know, just in case.
It's a little strange how two and a half centuries doesn't seem that long of a lifetime, not really. But one year can seem like a thousand lifetimes. So much can happen in just a short year.
[ooc: This was supposed to be a little more nicely written, but oh well it just wasn't happening. The post is open to anyone who might be in the hotel and wants to tag in or whatever. As for me, all of my people are now out of the hospital and basically healed except maybe for Fred but she has the human-only handicap. Anyone who wants to pop in, feel free.]
Nearly everyone had been released from the hospital. Funerals were arranged, families were notified, stories made for cover up, and doctors asked to look the other way. With the extent of injuries, not one of them expected to see bodies healing exactly like slayers or the others injured. The slayers all had gone back to the school to finish healing. Connor, Lily, and even Fred had all been moved back to the Hyperion. Cordy had been released a few days before and Grace and her baby were going to be alright.
They all might have been finally able to catch their breaths, but Angel knew better than to think it was all over. The devil was sent back to hell, but there was still the destruction that he left behind. He left his mark on all of them in different ways and the only thing to do now was to figure out where to go from here.
Back at the hotel, Angel tried to help out where he could. People might have gotten out of the hospital, but that didn't mean they needed to be moving around and acting like normal. Even if they thought they should be able to do just that. Yes, he's looking at you. And you. Probably you too.
He'd asked before everything went down if Harry and Faith would consider moving back into the hotel and he wasn't sure what the answer would be. It's no secret that the Hyperion would be where he'd always want to see them call home, but he would have understood if the answer had been no. Except, it wasn't. As soon as they were able to finally get settled after the crazy couple of weeks of running around and taking care of things everywhere, they'd all be moving back into the Hyperion. And Angel? Well, someone probably ought to tell him a sad story to be on the safe side. You know, just in case.
It's a little strange how two and a half centuries doesn't seem that long of a lifetime, not really. But one year can seem like a thousand lifetimes. So much can happen in just a short year.
[ooc: This was supposed to be a little more nicely written, but oh well it just wasn't happening. The post is open to anyone who might be in the hotel and wants to tag in or whatever. As for me, all of my people are now out of the hospital and basically healed except maybe for Fred but she has the human-only handicap. Anyone who wants to pop in, feel free.]