001 [Written]

[the_ex_watcher]

Introduction

To the inhabitants of this world stumbling across these pages: My name is Wesley Wyndham-Pryce.

Having arrived here around noon today and spent a number of hours exploring this town, I will dispense with the preliminary exclamations of where I am and why I have suddenly sprouted wings, as much as the latter seemed on waking like some

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[thesun_itburns]

Wes.

[the_ex_watcher]

Angel?

If this is a joke trick impostor, I'm only going to warn you once.

[thesun_itburns]

[This is the only proof he hopes Wesley needs: He shifts once to vamp face, glances at the journal a moment, then shifts back. See that? He's the real deal.]

House 47.

[the_ex_watcher]

All right, you're really him.

How do I know you're not Angelus?

[Voice]

[madpsychic_vamp]

Must you write such a long and boring introduction?

Re: [Voice]

[the_ex_watcher]

Drusilla. Angel mentioned you were here.

Yes. It's a condition of being English and an Ex-Watcher.

[mutsukabezaka]

Well you certainly seem to have things figured out.

[the_ex_watcher]

Thank you. I prefer to assess as much of any situation by myself as possible, and here the answers were literally in my hand, once I deciphered the use of this journal.

[mutsukabezaka]

A shame it will be lost on most here. You haven't exactly been dropped into a colony of the most intelligent people in the multi-verse.

[the_ex_watcher]

Oh, I'm certain there are plenty of diamonds among the rubble, and I'm equally certain I'm not among the shiniest.

Besides, if there is one thing I have learned from life, it is that while intelligence borrowed from books and retained through study is always useful, it is far from the most important type of wisdom.

[voice, even though the original post was written. she's lazy like that]

[slaying]

Wesley? Seriously? Is that you?

[voice, since Buffy started with that]

[the_ex_watcher]

Hello, Buffy.

Yes, I seem to be. I would return the sentiments had Angel not told me you were here.

[pause] . . . How are you?

[voice]

[slaying]

I'm alright, all things considered. Captivity isn't exactly my favourite thing but at least the view's nice.

You've already spoke to Angel?

[voice will be taken as read from here on in]

[the_ex_watcher]

That's understandable. You're not the type of person who's comfortable with being restrained by forces beyond your control. [and doesn't he know all about that}

Yes, he was the first to reply to my journal entry. We spoke in person yesterday.

[salvagedslayer]

[well isn't this a bucket-load of brand new awkward?]

Don't sound half as surprised as I figured you would, Wes.

[the_ex_watcher]

Hello, Faith. Angel told me you were here.

[Let the awkward commence.]

Truly, the only aspect of waking up here that caught me off-guard were the wings.

How are you?

[salvagedslayer]

And here I was figuring I could play welcome party. Looks like I'm always late for all kinds of fun.

[...wait, hold up]

--You expected to end up someplace like this?

And. uh. I've been good. You know. Doing nothing, going nowhere fast. You've beamed down on quite the yawn-worthy Bizarro World.

[She will not be nervous. She will not be nervous. Not like he can knock her out with a tire iron and drag her back to jail or anything like that now, right?]

[the_ex_watcher]

My last memory of our universe was blacking out from a mortal wound, directly proceeding what will no doubt be, when I return, my final breath. So I wasn't particularly certain what to expect. Aside from the cliche fire and brimstone.

[Wes is a bit beyond that point. In fact if Faith attacked him, again, for any reason other than pure boredom, he'd most likely shrug and take it. He learned penance from Angel, after all.]

It certainly seems quiet. Angel mentioned you're learning to play the guitar.