Wesley Wyndam-Pryce

Wesley was pretty much the most boring person ever, because instead of whinging about how unfortunate it was that spring break was over and he was no longer in Hawaii, he was on his laptop, researching demons. It was weird -- a few cities had records of some interesting attacks all in a row, creating a trail to -- hmm. Right to Los Angeles.

Because he had been back in Fandom for a grand total of one hour, he decided that the best way to spend his evening was tracking this thing. He created a little fort around him of books and promptly dissolved into research-mode.

[[establishy for "Parting Gifts," but you're welcome to come and bug him!]]

Wesley was going hunting with Katniss later, which fell under the category of Probably A Date, How Weird Is My Life Right Now, so he was getting dressed. Suffice it to say that his hunting clothes were not all that similar to his normal clothes. Normal clothes were button-downs and slacks and sometimes a tie (ahem, Valentine's Day Dance). Hunting clothes were apparently sweatpants, which he didn't even know he owned until he did some digging through his stuff, and a T-shirt that he usually wore to bed. So.

Once he was dressed, he opened the door just a bit and sat down, idly drumming his fingers on the bed.

That was what he was doing when the aghast face of a nine-year-old girl popped up in the hall.

[open! feel free to pop by if you feel like meeting argumentative lilah-child, zomg]

Today Wesley was in his room and he was not reading, for a change. Well, not books, anyway. Actually, he was using his computer to check on local accidents and deaths in the Los Angeles area, because he was just obsessive like that. There didn't seem to be anything that screamed "demon," but it was well-established by this point that he was a very poor judge of paranormal happenings, if his visit to LA was any indication.

He stepped up his game and started to look through some of the message boards that, although he was fairly positive that they were crap, still occasionally presented some interesting information. One of the trending topics was leprechauns, though. That was discouraging.

Oh, now that was interesting. Reports of the LAPD acting oddly. A few disturbances near headquarters that seemed to suggest mystical influence. And an account saying that some of the cops had been... nice? Well, that was just strange. A spell, certainly.

He then proceeded to refresh the page on several local news sites, checking for news. Then it occured to him that that was probably extremely lame. He continued anyway.

[door is open! a little bit establishy for some Angel s1.]

When Wesley got back to his dorm after class and his library shift, he was pretty tired, mostly because the phones in the library had been ringing off the hook all day and driving him completely mad. He was surprised to note that he had quite a few rather confusing voicemail messages, which he then promptly attempted to return.

Since he was already on the phone, he thought he might as well call Katniss and ask her out ask if she'd like to spend some time together sometime. (If he only knew where that call was going...) Then he promptly called her right back, chickening out and explaining that it was not a date, because that was important. Yes. His next call went to Kennedy, an incredibly awkwardly-phrased invitation to patrol.

This was a weird day.

[[post is open open open!]]