Hyperion Hotel, Saturday

[cantgetnorelief]

Sure, it was after noon, but Anders had just woken up so as far as he was concerned it was still morning

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[marsheadtilt]

Veronica walked out of the kitchen, cup of coffee in hand.

"What's wrong?"

[cantgetnorelief]

"Stay back," Anders warned, pointing one finger at the mistletoe. "Just stay the frak away from me."

Sad thing was, he could be acting normal.

[marsheadtilt]

Of course Veronica's curiosity got the better of her and she stepped closer, craning her neck to see what he was looking at.

"Where the hell did that come from?"

[cantgetnorelief]

"Not me," Anders said with a hint of a whine. "You're the detective. You figure it out."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe was wandering through the lobby. "When did what get here?"

[cantgetnorelief]

"That," Anders said, gesturing with his coffee cup at the mistletoe. "I sure as hell didn't put it there."

[sensethevisions]

"Oh how cool. Mistletoe."

[cantgetnorelief]

"Not cool," Anders objected. "What if I was walking through the doorway at the same time as someone else? What if you were?"

[cookinggeek]

"When did what get where?" Piper asked from her spot on the couch in the lobby.

[cantgetnorelief]

Anders turned and glared in her direction. "You did this, didn't you?"

Completely irrational response? Well, yes.

[cookinggeek]

"What the hell are you talking about?" Piper asked, completely baffled.

[cantgetnorelief]

"There's a plant of evil in the doorway," Anders complained. "Oh frak, are there any more?"

[notstakedyet]

Angel came upstairs from a workout he'd been having down in the basement. He hadn't noticed anything amiss yet.

[cantgetnorelief]

"Stay away from the doors," Anders warned him. "Just . . . trust me, stay away from the doors."

Said the boy who wasn't that far away from one of them himself.

[notstakedyet]

Angel tried to parse that without any context to help him.

"Are we... not having an earthquake?"

[cantgetnorelief]

"Worse," Anders said, not very helpfully at all. "Much worse."

Behind him, the mistletoe did a little mid-air dance as if to try and get Angel's attention.

A smug little mid-air dance, at that. It was having a good day.

[demonbelthazor]

And there was Bel wandering in. "What's going on?" he said. "Someone call a house meeting or something?"

[cantgetnorelief]

"Fireball it," Anders pleaded. "Just fireball it already."

That didn't go very far toward answering the question, did it?

[demonbelthazor]

"Fireball what?" Bel said.

[cantgetnorelief]

"The demon pretending to be a Christmas decoration," Anders said, looking a little desperate.