001 [Holo] Arrival

[an_ex_watcher]

Wesley had gone through plenty of brushes with death. Bleeding out of his jugular in the park came to mind, or fading out on the couch of the shelter after being shot. What he'd experienced in Cyrus Vail's house, however, was not a brush, and he knew that. His vision had blackened. The pain had faded into a numb cold. What magic ran in his blood

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[voice]

[thesecondslayer]

[Faith's laying on her couch, debating whether she should actually man freaking up and call Giles when the new entry pops up. She reaches over to shut it off-- holo means newbie, and damn is she not in the mood today to deal with some new kid bitching about how none of this is real, or making faces about being snatched-- when the voice processes.]

Holy shit, Wes?

[Cue internal flailing.]

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[an_ex_watcher]

[Wesley is admittedly startled by the voice suddenly emerging from the tablet, and replied cautiously. Faith? Maybe he's in hell and he's going to have people from his life torturing him?]

. . . Faith?

[voice]

[thesecondslayer]

[The freaking out gets worse, now. Couldn't be Angel, no freaking way. It had to be Wes. Yeah, okay, they're... not where they used to be, but it's not like she was counting the days until he arrived.]

Yeah. Damn, it's... [She sighs.] Welcome to the jungle, or whatever.

[And here would be a horrible thought occurring.] Where do you think I should be? [If he thinks she's supposed to be in jail-- or worse, working for the Mayor-- she's gonna need to start drinking right this freaking second.]

[ooc: Jsyk, usually the intro entries will have the new arrival on [holo] until they fiddle around with their tablets a bit, as it's the default state. ♥]

[holo]

[an_ex_watcher]

[He's very, very confused, and looks it. Treading cautiously in case this is some sort of bizarre psychic demon interrogation trick.]

Jungle?

Ah . . . Ohio, possibly? I'm afraid I lost track after Sunnydale imploded.

[^^;; I assumed the rules of a previous RP, in which if a comment thread started as a certain format all the replies would be the same.]

[holo]

[freaks_myword]

Cue Gwen, staring at her Tablet for at least a few seconds processing 'I think I know this guy.' He looks a lot more worse for wear than the last time she saw him, and that'd pretty much been during an apocalypse. Looks like Taxon is picking up Angel's team of white hats, one by one.

"Hi there, England. Los Angeles has left the building. You're in Taxon, now. Welcome home. You look like hell."

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[an_ex_watcher]

Wesley looks extremely confused and disoriented, which he is. It takes him a few beats to place the voice.

"Gwen?" he replies hesitantly. "Taxon?" He glances up again, at the machinery. "I did suspect I was in hell."

[holo]

[freaks_myword]

Gwen...isn't very helpful, or considerate. She shrugs, carelessly, plopping down on her couch. "It's pretty close. Mostly in the boring sense, rather than the fire and brimstone, though."

Although, Gwen thinks, he is British, so...maybe it won't be such a big problem.

[holo]

[an_ex_watcher]

"I see." Wesley looks around himself again, and up at the machines.

"When are you from?"

[visual]

[glowingseer]

It shouldn't really come as a surprise that people she knew will just... pop out of the Sanctuary like this.

And yet, when Cordelia saw Wesley, she places a hand over her mouth, unable to keep a squeak from coming out.

"Wesley?" She grabs the tablet and brings it closer to her face. "Oh my GOD, it is you!"

[holo]

[an_ex_watcher]

This Wesley is a far cry from the Wesley Cordy last saw, however, with the lack of glasses, general scruffiness, and definite aura of not quite being all here. His eyes widen slightly when he sees Cordelia in the tablet.

"Cordelia?" he ventures, and then adds out loud to himself, "Can't be."

[holo]

[glowingseer]

"What do you mean can't be? Hello!"

She did notice the... difference in the appearance. Later she will make an assessment on how different this Wesley is from the girly-man-leader she left behind. Oh, well. At least he looks less dorky now, without the glasses!

"Are you still at the Sanctuary? Because I can fetch you if you want."

[holo]

[an_ex_watcher]

"Sanctuary?"

Yeah, disoriented is a good word here.

[visual]

[revivedqueen]

She has no use for this strange technology. This... thing. This... tablet, as the others call it.

And yet--

She recognizes the newest arrival. Having left his carcass on the ground in the wizard's house, before being pulled in, in this dimension... it comes not as a surprise that he is now here, as well.

"Wesley."

[holo]

[an_ex_watcher]

Well, that's a little more grounding. Wes looks a little off-kilter to Illyria, but she's seen him worse.

"Illyria," he replies, leaning over the tablet. "You're here, too."

[holo]

[revivedqueen]

"I have been pulled out of my own time line, yes. Placed into this world without my permission and desire," she replies. Illyria grows silent for a moment, and then adding: "Before I had the chance to inform the others of your death."

Re: [holo]

[an_ex_watcher]

"Oh."

So he did die. All right. That felt reassuring.

"So this is hell?"

[visual]

[been_tested]

The confusion was what caught his attention first and Doyle picked up his tablet, switching it to visual. Might as well use the special functions--except that the hologram mode unsettled him just a bit. "New arrivals by the day, it seems like."

With an easy smile Doyle continued. "The fancy blackberry is the way out, as I remember. It's easier if you know someone, like, but once you get out of that place you're in the center of this city. Taxon, people call it."

[holo]

[an_ex_watcher]

Wesley blinks down at the new face on his tablet. "I think Cordelia's on her way, so I'll wait for her, but thank you." There's something familiar about this face, in the back of his mind, something about the accent . . . of course. Cordelia's favorite home video.

"You're Doyle?" he asks cautiously.

Re: [holo]

[been_tested]

The mention of Cordelia's name catches his undivided attention. "You know Cordy, man? She mentioned a few more joined up with her and Angel after I--"

That was just an awkward thing to say, Doyle decides. "Nice to meet you, anyway.

Re: [holo]

[an_ex_watcher]

Wesley smiles slightly at Doyle's reaction. Good. Cordelia deserved someone in her life who cared about her and was not undead and incapable of getting anywhere with a relationship.

"Yes," he nods. "I'm Wesley Wyndham-Pryce. It's a pleasure to meet you, as well. Cordelia spoke of you often."