Angel's office, Hyperion, Saturday night

[notstakedyet]

Angel was in his office.

Any resemblance between his work and an attempt to be all avoidy was sheer coincidence.

He was only moderately avoidy. All avoidy would've involved hiding down in the basement.

So there.

[ooc: open for two visitors, as well as any Hyperion residents who feel like pinging in]

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[mparkerceo]

A purple light was forming in the lobby, just out of eye range of the office door. The whooshing and crackling of a portal was probably audible up to the second floor, though.

With a curse and a thump, Parker tumbled out of the portal, slamming into the couch and dropping her overnight bag. "Damnit." She paused, and took stock for a second. "Anybody home?"

[notstakedyet]

Angel facepalmed. There was the odd chance that if he was very, very quiet, they wouldn't notice he was here.

[mparkerceo]

The portal zipped itself up with a last burst of light, and Parker picked up her bag and put it on the counter, then surveyed the lobby.

Dust motes spun.

A cricket chirped somewhere.

Parker considered, looking toward the stairs, then looked toward the office. Hmmm.

It wasn't like he couldn't hear her from wherever he was, if he was there. Which, playing the odds, meant....

"Don't make me play hide-and-seek, Angel. You do that, and shoes get thrown at the latest paint job again."

[notstakedyet]

"I'll just make Logan fix it," Angel replied.

Then facepalmed when he realized that wasn't exactly silent.