Weiss flopped down on his bed, finally feeling like he was home. ( It had been some kind of a week... [linkdrop] )

It had been a long flight and Weiss was exhausted. He hefted his luggage to the door of 307, unlocked the deadbolt, and practically fell in the room, looking forward to having it all to himself...

[OOC: For girlsnamehere]

As he so often does... He's also carefully putting away his fetish club gear from the Vegas undercover "sting" in the false bottom of his trunk.

[OOC: For Parker, but door's open to all]

Weiss really did wish that he'd been missing from action due to wine and wenches. That'd make things so much nicer. Alas, however, he was sick. Fever of 101, freezing cold, and his throat felt like it was gonna close up.

[Door's closed, but unlocked. You can visit but Weiss is likely contagious. Also, sick for OOC reasons resulting in slowplay]

After a night of hardcore Internet surfing and general down-in-the-dumpness (following Jaye's obvious non-interest and his rejection by Molly), Weiss woke up Thursday with a glint in his eye and a new hobby that could not be sated:

Ships in BottlesNothing mattered now. He had something to accomplish in life. He was able to refit some of the ( Read more... )

"When did I not become color what?" Weiss mumbled as he woke up. He was surprised to find himself next to... no-one. Actually, it wasn't surprising at all. This is Weiss, for the love of Mike, how many wacky hijinks does he get into on a regular basis ( Read more... )

Weiss is not at Caritas tonight. His plans for the evening rather dashed by his own possibly misguided sense of chivalry, he's just hanging.

[OOC: It be open -- potential slowplay, however, due to an impending deadline]

She called. She called. She called. Eric might be doing a cabbage patch right now. It might be best not to disturb his white male rite of celebration.

[OOC: Not open]

Weiss made a phone call. He's breathing now. He thinks this is a good sign.

He's considering making another campaign poster to keep his mind off of it. Then he realizes that keeping his mind off of it is a psychologically impossible.

1. Call Jaye
2. ???
3. Profit!

[not open]

What was it that Nietzsche said? When you stare into the phone, the phone stares back. Something like that. Anyway, the phone was staring hardcore at Eric, who was contemplating the eternal will-he/won't-he question of calling Jaye for a date ( Read more... )