So yesterday there'd been Angela. Then Marty, Anakin's brat, and what passed for food.

Today? L'il bit different.

[ooc: linkdroppy/establishy only]

After getting back from his birthday date with Logan - and wow was it a new idea to be celebrating one of those - Angel sent out an email inviting his friends over for Christmas.

Then Angel checked his own mail. Bills, client stuff, Hot Nuns Monthly: Girls of St. Agnes edition junk mail, postcard -

Postcard?

Angel turned it over and read.

( It said... )

Angel? Still dealing with the aftermath of his little encounter with Vader. So he was currently sitting in a chair in his room and doing what he could to wrap up his chest as best he could by himself.

Stupid broken ribs.

Stupid evil Ethics teacher.

[ooc: for Hyperion folks]

After a long night at J,Gob and the clinic Angel was once again ready to crash.

He stripped down to boxers and his wifebeater, curled up under the covers, and immediately fell into a deep and oblivious sleep.

[ooc: locked to a certain someone]

Tempting as it was to sleep late, especially with Logan for company, Angel had far too many people he wanted to meet up with and talk to. So he handwavily made some phone calls and then headed to the Perk to wait for anyone who wanted to meet him.

[ooc: establishy only. Anyone Angel keeps in touch with is free to say they got a call about his ( Read more... )

Angel was in his office. After his conversation with Parker and Isabel he had a lot on his mind.

Somehow he'd managed to convince Logan to go out for a few hours to run some errands and take Sean with him.

That left Angel alone in the hotel.

With Callisto.

Angel debated mainlining the alchol now just to get it out of the way.

[ooc: Violence ( Read more... )

After talking with Callisto on Wednesday Angel had gone into what might generously be termed hyper-brood mode. Chasing down that dream demon with Isabel and Logan had given him more than enough to keep busy with. If he didn't feel like chatting? Well they had a case, one that was life and death too. No time for small talk ( Read more... )

After his phone call with Aeryn Angel had gone into major brood mode. Finally, in spite of what even he knew were the many reasons not to, he decided to talk to a friend.

He went upstairs and knocked on Logan's door.

Angel opened his eyes on his bed, his mind yet again filled with images of killing and drinking and carving.

Then he saw that he had a voicemailAfter listening to the message (but not checking his emails) Angel decided that denial was really going to be the order for the day ( Read more... )

Angel came downstairs from cleaning up his room in the Hyperion and saw Logan hang up the phone. "New client?"