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October 18th, 2004

11:38 am See, if Riley calls us with a tip about a demon, and then military guys pick up that demon, then I'm gonna assume that the military guys came from Riley. Makes sense, right? Why ask for credentials to see if they're working for some evil group who are looking to make a bigger, badder, god-king? As far as I knew, there was only the one. Who still hasn't come back, by the way. And from what I'm hearing, this one's favorite snack food isn't glass or anything else like what Illyria munches on. There are more levels of not-good here than I like to think about, especially with Wil still de-mojo'ed. Even Andrew's still feeling some of the wooze from his demon-summoning, but at least that's just a magic hangover and not the Prav-whatever thing that Wil's got. And for bonus fun, it sounds like Angel (who is still way too quiet when he shows up and leaves places) was to blame for letting this happen. Looks like he killed the one guy who could've stopped it before it got rolling. And people wonder why I still don't like the guy. Current Mood: grumpy

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September 15th, 2004

01:06 pm Illyria's not too thrilled with me right now. Yeah, I still have all my limbs. So far. Big misunderstanding. Spike was making some seriously lame, out-of-left-field comments about me using Illyria or hiding behind her or not dealing with other stuff because of her or other crapola. And she heard what he was saying. Ergo the upsetness. I mean, sure, I get something out of helping Illyria out, just because I like helping her out. What's wrong with that? And this has nothing to do with her. I don't need to say who I mean. Okay, I have to admit that Spike might not be totally off his undead rocker with some of it. I like having something going on, something to fill my brain up, Because when I don't, it starts filling up itself with junk I'd really rather it didn't. That's a big reason why I took the Africa gig. And, yeah, there's a sort of familiar feeling when I'm talking about why us humans do the stuff we do. So I don't mind doing it. And it's cool when she gets whatever topic we're discussing. So, fine, maybe it isn't all about her. That's the thing about these god-types - they think the world revolves around them. Thing is, the world revolves around itself and couldn't care less about all of us. But she took what I was saying all wrong. I've gotta explain that to her when she gets back from wherever she went. Current Mood: uncomfortable

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September 8th, 2004

11:58 am I never want to see a banana split near me. Ever. Or television cameras. And let me repeat this part. EVER. I had no clue the internet could be that evil. In more than one way. Sorry. Just had a seriously bad week. Current Mood: aggravated

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August 19th, 2004

05:43 pm I've got a new place to live. And I have a roommate. And y'know those epiphany things? Got one of those, too. I mostly try to avoid those. I blame Dawn and Andrew. They set this whole thing up. So what did I epiph (don't know if that's a word, but it's working for me, so I'm going with it) about? People - and even non-people - they can change. Anya... she did. Andrew's been doing it. Illyria seems to want to, or least she asks a tons of questions about how we all get through life - not like I actually know how to do that decently either. Maybe others, too. And as weird as it is for me to even be typing this, I'm talking about Spike. Or, actually, he already has in a lot of ways, but that's what just sort of clicked in a more-conscious way. His soul sounds like it's the stay-attached kind anyway so far, unlike that other souled vampire who might lose it by sneezing if the sneeze feels too good. So, yeah, my new roommate is Spike. Their idea, not mine. Andrew and Dawn got the idea in their brains that this would be good all-around. But, strange as it sounds (even to me), I'm okay with this idea, unlike the last two times he roomed with me. And to be clear, it's not like we're buds or anything. And he'd better not drink all my beer. Current Mood: pensive

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August 17th, 2004

04:35 pm Willow's been sick, and I'm talking the serious flu-like sick. It hit her last week and it's not letting go. She usually can shake off this stuff pretty fast, so it's weird that it's hanging on so long. Even she seems a little weirded out by this one. She's been sleeping a lot, not doing much of anything. Which is good, because it'll help her get her strength back. Still having an entire lack of luck with the apartment hunt. Man, are places expensive around here. And hard to get, because there's tons of competition for the places that are actual deals. I took Illyria with me last week, which was... interesting, but if a landlord got that nervous just over one comment about his insides being ripped out, then maybe he wasn't... Okay, maybe it hurt my chances a little. Then again, the guy was looking at my eye patch all weird before Illyria even came in. Yeah, these are the times when the pirate look doesn't help. But then, the pirate look never helps. Except when I say "yarr!" to kids when they stare at me when I walk by. Big fun right there. Got this weekend's rental listings from the paper that I need to go through. There's gotta be something in this town that'll work. Current Mood: pessimistic

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August 6th, 2004

05:36 pm I think this was easier in Sunnydale. Lower property costs, more tenants randomly disappearing, and other fun stuff like that. It was actually something close to easy to land a primo apartment. Here? Not so much. I've got the money saved up, enough for a few months, but it's hard to find my own place than I thought it'd be. Then again, the last time I was looking for an apartment, I had some decent reasons to find one. Escape from my parents and the joys of basement-living. Which are good reasons just by themselves. But mostly, it was all for somebody else. This time, I'm just looking for a place to sleep, pretty much so I stop imposing on my friends. Yeah, I know they say they don't mind, but after this long, they've gotta be sick of the place being so crowded. And it's not like I need anything special this time around, plus the fact that I have zero to put in it. Basically, something not all that big and that's month-to-month. Which I'm learning can be a problem, because most places want me to sign a year lease. Hard to say if I'll still be here a year from now. Found one place that looks to be on the promising side, so I'm checking it out tomorrow. And I'll have some company, because Illyria heard me talking to the property owner and wants to see "more human domiciles" for some reason. I figure it couldn't hurt anything. Current Mood: frustrated

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July 15th, 2004

10:56 am They found that exhibit on their own. They tried to get me to go, but there's no way I could've had what happened stare me in the face two days in a row. Plus, that's just something I had to do alone. But I guess some hellmouthian mojo followed the photos there, because Buffy got hit with some it. She's okay - Wil took care of whatever it was. Me? I had a strange day Tuesday. Illyria wanted "discourse," which wasn't strange since that's pretty normal for me. But she mentioned something about the girl that used to have her body. How can she memories of somebody who's dead? She started talking about electrical impulses and other things that didn't make a whole lot of sense to me, so I guess she decided to use a visual aid. Just like that, she was blue-free. And not just the color change... she was different. Not the same person. Total switch. I don't know how, because whatever I was talking to shouldn't be around anymore. I'm not sure if she does exist or it's just Memorex. I'm not explaining this too well. Anyway, Spike came in and saw what was going on and got all pissed off, and that made her leave. I don't see what his problem is. We didn't raise the dead. Illyria chose to show me who used to be in there. Her call. And you know what? I appreciate that she did. If Spike hadn't gone all psycho, maybe I could have talked to that part of her more. And, okay, I don't mean this in a wrong way, but now I wish I had known this Fred. I can see why Spike and them talk about her like they do, and why Willow babbled so much about her last year. Back to Spike's pissed-off-ness... almost missed a report on the news thanks to that. One I thought was about a new slayer. Turned out it wasn't - Illyria had taken a field trip while she was still in her non-blue look. Guys have eyes (or, if you're me, eye), and some of us go more dumb than others because of what we see. And that's what she ran into. I gotta say that Spike came through helping with that, but he's still Glare Guy about the temporary look-change Illyria did. He'll get over it. I don’t know what it was about Tuesday, but at the start of the day, I was ready to pack my bags and go back to Africa, but now? I'm thinking not. Not yet, anyway. After what happened to Buffy and Andrew and then the new warning from Giles, plus other stuff, I'm extending my leave of absence. Not sure for how long. A while. Better find a place to stay. Been invading Willow and Dawn's place for too long. Current Mood: tired

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July 13th, 2004

02:46 am Went to see something today. Don't want to talk about it. Asked Illyria for a day free of Q&A, so I should actually get a decent amount of sleep tonight. Just gotta clear my brain. Getting good at that. Might be time to get back to work. The open road's an easier place to lose yourself, especially when you're on a different continent. Current Mood: numb

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July 1st, 2004

10:18 am Passed the driver's test. Not that I thought I wouldn't, but I'm glad that's over. That's the one thing I had to get done while I was here. But that's not really why I'm writing. Something Spike said a couple days ago... it's been bugging me. About being happy. Not something I've really been thinking about I guess. When I was working, I was just doing the work thing. Happy? Not part of the whole deal. I just sort of... was. Am. Not that what I was doing added an "un" to happy either. No good or bad, just there. Being back here... It's been beyond great being around Buffy and Wil and Dawn again, and even the L.A. invasion hasn't ruined this whole vacation thing completely. But it's sort of reminded me about what's not. In Africa, I didn't have to think about it. Honestly? I don't like thinking about it. Here's the thing - in Sunnydale, I'd started to build something resembling a life. Then I screwed up that life something huge, and then stuff that happened screwed it up more, but it wasn't all gone. I guess I thought there was a chance I might get some kind of life again. But that life, that job, that everything... it's all at the bottom of a big hole now. So trying to get a life again doesn't matter to me anymore. I just do stuff now. But goals? Hopes? The "happy" thing? Not so much. I just didn't really think about me not thinking about it. Willow's been trying to talk to me about it and I've been shrugging it off, but if even Spike's noticing, then I guess it's a more obvious deal than I thought it was. And maybe there's a little of the "cranky" that Wil was talking about. Not that I'm about to hop on the Get-A-Life wagon or change anything (because, come on, what's the point?), but I guess at least I see it for what it is. Current Mood: apathetic

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June 28th, 2004

06:04 pm Get to go to that party central called the DMV tomorrow. Oh yeah, looking forward to that about as much as a root canal. And now I have to do this every year. But it gave me an excuse to take time off, which I guess was good. Didn't really think I needed the break until I got here. Was worried that there might have been more reports of new Slayers back there, but things have been quiet since I left. Oh yeah, the time off thing... Talked to Giles about extending my vacation a few weeks, and he was cool with it. Because that oracle-delivered message thing that Buffy and Willow heard about last week? Still a big question mark. And I really don't like the thought of leaving when things aren't settled around here. Andrew got into town last week. Guess Giles wanted him around, or the Council or somebody in it, to be the official guy to write the reports about whatever's going on. Which is cool - I mean, I don't want to do it, plus I've got other work to do when I leave. It's a full-on reunion around here. Almost too reunion-ish, considering that Angel's still hanging around. Not exactly getting why, since his horde's a no-show. That friend of Angel's, Gunn, he finally woke up last week. Last I did guard duty a few days ago he wasn't exactly into talking - okay, not so much guard as hang out and keep the guy company, because there's no army headed our way - but Dawn and Willow tell me that he's doing better. Feel bad for the guy - I mean, sure, I got the permanent kind of hurt myself, so I can kind of get it, but besides the fun internal bleeding he's got going, his leg is seriously messed up. ** Illyria just came in and asked what I was doing. I think 20 Questions is starting up again. Not really minding, but I'm just hoping the answers help. Current Mood: okay

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June 23rd, 2004

05:49 pm What did we do all last week? Got weapons, planned, had more than a couple meetings, and then what happens? Nothing. And hey, I'm good with the nothing and the total lack of demon army. Really, not that I mind that part, but that's a whole week of my vacation, gone. Angel's officially the vampire who cried wolf. Or army of demon wolves. Whatever it was, it's not coming. Or so says some oracle they went to see. Didn't go with them. Not much of an oracle-asking type - I mean, what's one of those ever gonna tell me? Was planning on relieving Dawn down at the hospital - she's been on guard duty down there more than the rest of us - but then Illyria, that girl from L.A. showed back up. Well, not, girl - turns out she's a seriously ancient demon-god-queen... or I think she said king... something like that. Anyway, she looks like she does because she's in the body of that girl Wil told me about when she got back from L.A. last year. Fred. And the body-switch killed her when it happened. Guess Fred was a friend of that whole group - Angel and Cordy and Wesley and non-pile-of-dust Spike and that guy in the hospital, Gunn. Having your dead friend's face talk to you when it's not them... Man, I don't know if I could deal. Illyria, though... She's got a lot of questions. Wants to know about us. Us as in humans. Like why people act like they do and what things mean... Honestly, sometimes? It's almost like deja-vu. Last night, she showed up after everybody else took off, so I figured television might be a decent option. No go. Ended up going the DVD route, but the collection here's not so good (better than my DVD collection, which is at a big whopping zero). So I tried Lilo & Stitch, which I know Willow likes, and hey, it's about a blue alien, so it sort of fit. But then she started asking all these questions about family and home and stuff that, and then somehow, we were talking about Anya. It's like she knew. I mean knew about me and An and all the stuff I explained when she became human. She called me a guide. It's weird... I never talk about her, but she came up anyway. And what was really weird is that answering her questions... it was okay. That's enough about me... News from the oracle-thing is that no army's on its way - which is cool - but there's some dark power rising. Or is about to rise. Something mobile. So we're still on semi-alert around here. Real fun. I'm thinking I might stay a couple weeks longer. Until everything's okay, I mean. Current Mood: pensive

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June 16th, 2004

01:42 pm - Not the way I wanted to start a vacation. I should've stayed in Africa. Okay, not totally serious there, with Wil and Dawn and Buffy here. Didn't realize how much I missed them until I saw them at the park. It's just the people (and non-people) that I saw first that ruined things. Angel. Right there in the airport. With an entourage that looked like they'd been through a few pulverizing sessions with a big something. Or several big somethings. He brought a whole lot of but bad news. Just like old times. First... Okay, I'd heard about Wesley - that attempt-at-a-watcher guy Buffy had to deal with for a while - working for Angel (or sometimes I'd heard that Angel was working for him... Never got that figured out because, hey, didn't care), but he just got killed. I feel bad for the guy, but that was a side note with the other part of the news. Cordy's dead. Went into a coma last year sometime, and she died a few months back. What, Angel could call somebody to tell us? No, of course not. This is Mr. I Brood About Myself All The Time. It's all about him. But Cordy... Hadn't seen her in years, but .. yeah. Wasn't easy to hear that. And y'know what else this means? Nobody who's dated me has lived to tell the tale. Well, except Willow, but we were five so that doesn't count. Other than that? I'm a curse. That wasn't even all the news. See, I figured I was in a nightmare when I first saw them in the airport, because along with Angel, there was this girl with blue hair and... interesting clothes, a seriously-thrashed unconscious guy in a wheelchair, and... You're not going to believe it. I still don't believe it. Spike. Yeah, the guy who supposedly turned into a big mass of flame and closed the hellmouth. Saved the world. I've even said a couple of nice things about the guy since, him being a pile of dust and all. But no. He's back, not-living and not-breathing. Not sure how that happened. Apparently, it had something to do with an amulet and Angel. So how come a dead guy gets to come back from the more-dead, but An other people who died in that exact same battle stay dead? That's what I wanna know. And now there's some horde of demons (another one, or so I'm hearing - basically, a second wave) looking for them. Yeah, this is Big Vacation Fun. But Angel says this fight was for Cordy, so... I said I'd help. For Cordy's sake. Not because of them. Hope their friend wakes up soon. Man, I hate to see a non-evil guy messed up like that. And the girl with them seems okay (I'd say unusual is also a decently good word), and she called me a warrior because of my patch. Didn't mind that. Still haven't heard all the details, but I've gotta crash. Too much happening in a not a lot of time, and I need my 90 minutes if I'm gonna function or process any of this. Current Mood: numb

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June 14th, 2004

08:05 pm - Halfway to halfway across the globe A big 'hey there' from England. Just a stopover kind of 'hey' - left Nairobi this morning, and my flight leaves tomorrow for Chicago. Then it's California time. I'm just glad to be somewhere where I get the language for a while. Got used to carrying around translation books and giving it the old non-college try, but this is a whole lot easier. Can't begin to explain the lack of fun when you're trying to communicate, and you're hoping to any god that you don't insult their heritage or their dog or something. Been doing better at that than I thought I would, but after a year, I guess you learn. But still, it'll be nice to take this break. I didn't even think about doing this vacation thing until the last letter I got from Wil. And she was right - I mean, the last time I saw her or Buff or Dawn was, what, a month after? Long time. And I am seriously overdue for taking my yearly one-eyed driver test, so it's a good reason to visit anyway. Not that I don't miss my friends, 'cause I do, but there's been a ton to do. Got into a groove thing, and I'm not talking about the kind you shake. And there was no end of slayers to find - Giles kept sending reports of possible ones all over that continent. Okay, not exactly Giles - most of the time, Andrew sent the reports over. Same difference lately. Was hoping to get some sleep soon, but Andrew's been asking to hear the "True Africa Stories" or whatever while I'm here. Not that there's much to tell, but he's helped more than I'd thought he would while I've been out there, so I'll think of something vaguely interesting. I can crash on the plane if I have to. And by crash, I don't mean actual crashing. Not looking to start my vacation with a disaster, thanks. Current Mood: tired

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