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[not_achance]

WHO: Simon and anyone else who wants to join him

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[large_in_charge]

Angel was on his way back to his room. He had been out for a walk, after finally becoming fed up with sitting in his room all day. Buffy was right, he really needed a hobby.

This place was getting to him.

Some walk. Everything here was a lie. None of it impressed him, it wasn't the real world. After a while, he just kept his eyes on the ground, not caring what was going on around him or where he was.

As he glanced up briefly, he saw, oh great, his good friend Spike approaching.

He grimaced. At least it wasn't someone he wanted to kill. "Hi. So you're not dead. My money was on the computer, just going by your track record here."

[not_achance]

Simon stopped, and glanced behind him, trying to figure out who this guy was talking to. He pointed to himself, quizzically. "Me?" Not dead, computer...track record...

"Oh, great." He threw up his arms. "I'm not Spike, or John, or the other Spike, or a transvestite, gay, or 'shagging' anyone, okay? Now please leave me alone."

[lecter_md_phd]

"You're Simon." Lecter was there all along, unnoticed. Lecter is good at that-he can stand so still that you simply look past him.

[large_in_charge]

Angel frowned at 'Spike'. "...What are you talking about, did that computer mess you up somehow?" It sounded as if he wasn't in his right mind.

Startled, Angel look at the newcomer. "Who are you?" he asked, sourly. He of course had no idea who it was, being entirely antisocial, he had avoided any news of this Lecter. "And why did you call him Simon? That's Spike..." he paused for a moment, "...isn't it?"