Watcher Diaries

the.gang@chello.nl — Wed, 16 Aug 2006 19:29:56 GMT

//Locked//

Well, I tried to stay at the bloody mall for as long as I could. I wanted to give Lindsey and Cordy some privacy. I'm still having mixed feelings about all this.

Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy that they're...uh...together, together. I'm glad that Cordelia has overcome her fear so soon and that it's with Lindsey.

Actually, I think the latter is the problem. It's a two way street. One the one hand I can understand that she'd feel safer with him sooner because Cordy and I have known each other longer and it may get...awkward.

But then there's the fact that we've known each other longer.

//Unlock//

After all the drama and listening to my girls cry, it was good to see them smile again. I took them to the mall. Yes, voluntarily. Alicia got a new pair of slipper like shoes. Marilee some books, we managed to find some games for that computer console thing for the telly and apparently Dennis likes to play Parcheesi? Anyway, we got that as well.

I managed to talk Alicia out of a haircut. Good lord, she wanted it short and snappy?

We went to McDonald's, yes I still loathe that place, and grabbed a bite to eat. What's with the 'Superman' toys? Ridiculous. I'm also going to have to ask Lindsey to tell them once again that he *doesn't* own the place.

When we got home, Cordy and Lindsey were...there too.

//Locked//

And looking at me funny? Maybe they feel guilty? Which is silly, because I told them I'm happy for both. With both. I love them both, and I'm happy for them both.

I couldn't be happier.

//Unlock//

With Lindsey free from that bloody firm, I think it's high time we got the Pryce-Agency of the ground.

the.gang@chello.nl — Sat, 05 Aug 2006 17:44:15 GMT

The talk with Connor really did go better then I expected. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but this wasn’t really it. I was still picturing this angry boy who was ready to kill me if needed. He seemed calm enough, ready to move on and get out of there. I think I may have gotten through to him somewhat. I hope.

When we came home, the girls were in their room playing. Lindsey said he was going to get rid of the suit and take a shower because that place always made him feel dirty. When I walked into the girls room they were quickly to tell me that Aunty Mommy Cordy had been floating, they ‘totally’ didn’t like the neighbors from across and was Mommy Aunty Cordy okay?

Deduction: Cordelia had a vision, she took the kids to the neighbors and went out *alone* to fight this bloody demon!

//Locked//

When I stormed off to the bathroom however to have a few words with her about that, I was brought to a screeching halt by some very…err…familiar sounds. The kinds of sounds you don’t hear often here but one has heard enough to recognize.

Cordelia was in the bathroom and I recalled Lindsey saying that he was going to take a shower.

Oh.

Well.

I knew they had their talk, considering the fact that Lindsey wouldn’t shut up about when we drove over to the prison, but that this would mean that they’d be able to move onto the next stage so fast…

I just backed away from the door feeling slightly hurt for a reason I couldn’t put my finger on. Sure, I’d been in love with Cordelia longer the Lindsey. And sure Lindsey was my boyfriend first. I was happy that they’d get… err…intimate so fast though, it was just what I wanted for the two people I love.

Just couldn’t help but think, what about me? Maybe they were afraid of my…uhm… unnatural parts? Maybe Lindsey hadn’t been telling the truth when he apologized for laughing so hard about it when I told him? Cordelia *is* an actress.

I’m getting paranoid again.

They’re moving to the next stage, this is a happy thing. They just need time to… do the same with me. I guess. Hope. God, I hope so. Maybe they just need to get used to the idea? Maybe Lindsey isn’t used to men? Maybe Cordelia feels awkward because we were friends first?

Maybe they do see me as not whole.

Okay, I need to stop this. Now. Go and take the girls to the play ground on the next block when it’s still light out. Get some fresh air.

//Unlock//

Errr, Cordy? Linds? I’m taking the girls to the small play ground at the end of the street, just around the corner? It’s still light out so we should take advantage of it. Just yell if you uh… need me. Or anything. No rush, take your time and… I’ll be going now.

the.gang@chello.nl — Sat, 29 Jul 2006 19:34:19 GMT

Dear Connor,

When I finished reading your letter my first reaction was to grab you and give you a quick shake, or otherwise hit you over the head. The latter never did work on Angel, so I doubt it would actually work on you. In order to do the first, you’d actually have to be here. But then I considered the amount of violence that has been going around here lately and thought better of it.

Still, I wish I could snap you out of this mood. Alicia calls it ’emo’ (Which I at first thought was a bird, but I digress). Even though I can understand why you are in such a mood, I cannot agree with some of your reasons or views of yourself. I am not talking about the *why* you are in there, because that is a reason I’m not going to touch in a letter to you. I am mostly talking about your views of yourself.

Of course Cordelia would be the first one to point out to me how much of a hypocrite I would be when it comes to getting angry with how you view yourself. And Lindsey right there with her. Which is probably why I can understand better then anyone who difficult it is to change that view.

I’m going to try anyway.

So, you’re a demon. Let me pause here by saying, so what? I’m human, that doesn’t mean anything. You’re still a living being with feelings and emotions, strong as they sometimes are. Overwhelming even. Whether or not you are an evil and bad person has nothing to do with being a demon, so get that out of your head right away. I don’t care if you are a demon or not.

I’m in love with a half demon and someone who used to be ‘evil’ despite the soul. The soul isn’t the thing that will make you ultimately ‘good’, Connor, it doesn’t work that way. The soul is what give you the choice between right and wrong. But we emotional beings have just that, emotions, which sometimes clouds our judgment of right and wrong. Gives it a completely darkened black and white definition. But the world isn’t black and white, it’s gray and lines are blurred.

And sometimes there is no right or wrong. Sometimes you get no choice but the lesser of two evils.

Angelus is not your father, Connor, you and I are going to have to disagree on this. Angel is your father. Darla is your mother and she was right when she said you were the only good thing she and Angel had ever accomplished together. I still believe that, nothing will change this.

I am not a champion Connor. I never was and I never will be. I’m just a man who’s made many mistakes and failures, had to pick himself up and move on. Because that’s all you can do at one point. Cut your losses and move on, alone or if you’re lucky, with someone at your side to help you. Even if it’s just cheering from the sidelines.

When it became apparent that you came back from Quor-Toth (though no one thought to inform me of this, and why should they) I always told myself that if you had any questions, I’d answer them. But I will only answer them face to face, because unlike what the majority of the population around us seems to think, I’m not a coward. And you deserve better.

I do not condone what you have done, Connor. But I’m not going to judge. Just as I do not condone what Faith has done. It is not my task to judge anyone, and if you’re looking for someone to tell you how bad and evil and ultimately wrong you are, I suggest you look elsewhere.

So I will answer your questions, but only face to face, which will probably mean you’ll be getting a visitor soon if you’re so inclined. And allowed, probably.

- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce

//Unlock//

Through the mirror of my life

the.gang@chello.nl — Mon, 24 Jul 2006 13:53:58 GMT

Klarutsha demon.

No, I’m not sneezing. Very funny.

Klarutsha demons, seem to have a lot of knowledge of what’s going on in, under and around the city, while their habitat is at the harbor. They apparently have very sensitive hearing. Just how sensitive was something I found out the hard way. I was in the middle of getting some information about either Fred or Angelus when my cell phone rang.

The next thing I know, my cell phone was gone, and disintegrated into a thousand tiny little pieces. Suffice to say, I was not happy with this. I was rather pissed already, but not as pissed as the Klarutsha demon.

I never knew they could throw humans that far. There’s no doubt in my mind that was a personal record for me. Fortunately it was at the harbor so I had a soft landing in the water.

Unfortunately, I can’t swim.

I have never been more grateful for the amount of garbage people seem to throw in the ocean. Some happily floating half eaten surfboard turned out to be my rescue. As long as I tried not to think of the rather large teeth marks on that things, the very deep, deep, deep water, and the fact that I was a very long way from the docks, I was able to stay calm.

Took me about an hour to get out of the damn water. Of course then I was visited upon by the universal law of ‘what can go wrong, will go wrong’. The harbor appears to be notorious for vandalism. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find a working payphone? And why is it you can get a cab and bleed all over the backseat, but they pass you by when sopping wet?

Good lord.

I finally found a phone, had to borrow a quarter from a homeless chap - who incidentally looked cleaner then I did right then - and called home.

Half an hour later I was able to get a word in edgewise to the hurricane that was Lindsey and Cordelia. They were extremely mad, talking gibberish and upset.

It’s hardly my fault I got penciled in for an unwanted impromptu swimming lesson now was it?

They came to pick me up and were silent the entire drive home. I knew something had to be wrong other then them being angry because I wasn’t able to call. They way they were looking at each other. The way they were looking at me. The way Cordelia didn’t seem to want to let go of my hand despite how grubby it was and how much I stank.

When we got home, the girls had already gone to bed, Dennis keeping a close eye on them (perfect baby sitter). Lindsey and Cordelia sat me down and told me what happened, and what they know.

Thus far.

I don’t think it’s sank in yet, so I’m not going to say anything. What I am going to do is go into my office and do research. There has to be a way to fix this. Somehow.

Yes, some people call it denial.

I call it coping.

the.gang@chello.nl — Wed, 19 Jul 2006 00:01:18 GMT

Connor is back. And with him comes a truck load of guilt. I’ve never lost that guilt, I never will. It was my mistake that send him to grow up in hell. I nearly paid with my life for that. Twice. There were moments where I wished Angel had succeeded. Because I couldn’t live with what I’d done. Of course that would’ve been to easy. I don’t usually take the easy route, eventually.

Now I realize of course how we’ve all been played. By Sajin, by Jasmine, by Skip. Angel was to caught up in his rage to notice anything. Fred and Gunn to caught up in themselves to notice anything. And I was no longer around to realize that there was something wrong with Cordelia.

The fact that she never came to see me should’ve been a clue, I know that now. But I let my bitterness, my anger take over. Sitting in my place feeling sorry for myself. It’s actually Lilah’s fault that this ended. She really does know how to kick one in the butt.

Fred and I got our memories back despite Angel’s warnings. Though, it was an accident. The Orlon Window got smashed during the fight. Though if it hadn’t, Connor would not be alive today. Because he’d have no memory of how to fight this demon. The moment he did, he knew how to take Sajin out.

But getting those memories back. That was painful. For all of us.

There are a lot of things I’m not proud of. I’ve killed people for vengeance, I've killed my father, I've hurt people. That doesn’t mean I regret them. Would I have the same information today, I will probably do the same again. Because it was the right thing to do. All I wanted was to safe Connor, to safe Angel from grief. He is my best friend, was trying so hard to find redemption. The way he’d been acting lately, calling Connor food, he wouldn’t have survived if he so much as hurt Connor. It wasn't so much Angel I feard, as Angelus. Angel was so close to perfect happiness, that's what frightened me.

It was never my intention to take Connor away for ever. Only until I would find a way to dispel the prophecy. I had every confidence that would happen. I was wrong.

I nearly gave up on life several times, the only thing to keep me going was Angel and his fight. Our fight. I nearly did die several times for the fight, for Angel, for my friends. I would die for him and the good fight if it were for the greater good.

That’s why I feel so sad that we hardly talk to each other anymore today. Oh I try, but I think it’s time to come to terms with the fact that he hates me. The paranoid part of me likes to think he'd gladly send me to my death, but I refuse to believe that. I’d like to think that he was hoping everytime that I would make it out alright.

And now Connor’s back. With it the guilt I feel toward the boy. I never really got to talk to him about what happened. I’m not sure if he’d want that either. Part of me is afraid of talking to him, because he’d be right to be angry. Even though he once told me he understood why I’d done what I had done back then.

I think they both resent the fact that I have two girls under my care right now, even though they’ll never say that. And that I get to be a father and they get to be children when that was taken away from Connor and Angel.

There’s a scar on my throat that reminds me daily of what I really am. Fred was wrong when she called me a good man all those years ago. And Faith was probably right when she tied me to that chair.

But that doesn’t matter anymore. I am who I am. And if it weren’t for my girls, Cordelia and Lindsey I’d probably be buried in books at Wolfram and Hart hiding away from living.

I’m happy now. Despite everything and the many hurdles we have yet to overcome, I’m happy. Oddly enough. I realized that what others think of me isn’t important. Of course that’ll always crop up. I’ll always want my fathers respect. I’ll always want Angel’s approval. I’ll always want Connor’s forgiveness, want Gunn's friendship, want Fred to be happy, want Faith to….

But I don’t *need* that to be happy.

I have what I need to be happy right here. Two lovely girls who mean the world to me. Whom I can give everything I never got. Love, affection, a childhood, a listening ear and teaching them, preparing them for the world outside.

Two people who love me and take me the way I am. Who know everything about me, know the things I’ve done and still love *me*. Sure, there are a number of things that we’ll need to work out, but I have every confidence that we can. Because we already have the biggest ingredients for a relationship. Care, love and trust. Alright, Lindsey is still working on the latter, but Rome wasn’t build in a day either.

So I can sit here, mope about and lament about what I used to have and no longer have. Friendships, love, security. Or I can move on and embrace what I still have left and have found.

The latter sounds very appealing. I’m thinking Lindsey and Cordelia are having a bad influence on me. A very good bad influence. I’m moving on with my life and I’m happy. I’m still doing good, I’m still fighting the good fight, but I’m also enjoying life. I've come to realize that it's not 'Angel's fight'. It's *our* fight, for those who have their eyes open and see what's really going on.

And that’s how it should be. It’s rather a shame that I nearly had to die first in order to see that.

That doesn’t mean that this guilt will ever go away though. It’ll always be there, I just learned to live with it.

Or will try to, rather. And I will, with the help of my new family.

the.gang@chello.nl — Mon, 17 Jul 2006 09:16:52 GMT

Well, I think we're ready to bring Dennis over to our new house. I've found the right spell and Dennis has indicated that he was getting quite bored. I'm sure he missed Cordelia.

Let's hope he can drum some sense into those blasted brownies. And it's always good to have eyes on the girls at all times inside the house if needed.

The girls are a few weeks home now due to summer holiday. We're having a lot of fun. I never knew there were so many amusements parks nearby? ~~Although I'm not sure about the water themed one in that valley~~ I don't think we'll have time to visit all of them. Still, they're enjoying themselves, Lindsey, Cordy and I are as well and that's the main thing.

Okay, the girls are calling. We're going to the beach today, apparently. Cordy and Lindsey kept bugging me about some tan. I'm taking along some books, just in case.

After that, it's time to bring Dennis home.

the.gang@chello.nl — Thu, 06 Jul 2006 19:25:25 GMT

Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate

It seems like a long time ago, but I never forgot it.

Cocytus, it's always been obvious where *she* put me.

Segui il tuo corso, e lascia dir le genti

What on earth possed Lindsey to give me this book? After...everything?

If anyone needs me, I'm...in my room. Reading. I have some reading to do.

::Scowl::

the.gang@chello.nl — Tue, 04 Jul 2006 18:14:30 GMT

Well, if it isn't the ungrateful day today.

I'm guessing Barbecue and Fireworks are a must?

Oh the irony.

the.gang@chello.nl — Sat, 01 Jul 2006 20:37:29 GMT

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very High
Level 7 (Violent)	Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Test

Looks like someone lied to me. What a surprise.

the.gang@chello.nl — Mon, 19 Jun 2006 22:43:13 GMT

Has anyone seen Lindsey? No? Damn.

Well, yesterday was wonderful. Until after dinner and we sat down for some family evening fun. Lindsey suddenly had to go run an errant. Which, I suppose, could happen. I thought nothing of it, though I was somewhat disappointed. I mean, what could have been so bloody important to fetch at the corner store that couldn’t wait until tomorrow? I doubt it was milk.

He didn’t go into the office did he? Hang on.

…..

No, he’s not there either. They’ve not seen him since Friday. Damnation.

After Lindsey dashed off we waited and waited and…waited. Until it was the girls bedtime, they do have school today. Cordy and I put them to bed and read to them, trying not to worry about Lindsey. Cordy said he was probably overwhelmed and needed some air? I mean, I doubt a quick errant takes up a few hours.

You’d almost think of the cliché ‘he went out for some smokes’. God. He didn’t leave us did he?

Suffice to say the girls were very disappointed. Cordelia is disappointed, and well… frankly, so was I. Right now though, I’m very worried. His cellphone seems to be switched off, I only get some odd noise and I have no idea where in the bloody blazes he is!

I’ve-- I’ve already called the police, but they say I can’t file a missing persons charge thing until he’s missing at least 24 hours! What is that utter nonsense! He could be lying in some ditch! Bleeding to death! Oh, Oh dear that’s not really calming me down at the moment. Maybe I should go look for him. I don’t really care about what they say about recovering from the flu and taking it easy.

He could have been in a car crash! Yes, I’ve already called all the hospitals. And the police stations, how’d you think I know about the missing persons report? No one has seen him, and no one has been brought in who may have been Lindsey.

I’m afraid to call the morgue’s to be honest…but. I’ll go look for him first. It’s California, it’s warm, it’s not raining, and I feel fine.

I’ll just leave Cordy a note. No need to worry her if it’s not needed.

Pick up the damn phone, Lindsey!

Nothing.

It’s well passed midnight for gods sake!

Alright. That’s it. I’m leaving Cordy a note and I’m going to look for him. I’ll start at the corner store.

Please let him be alright.

It's Fathers Day? Oh.

the.gang@chello.nl — Sun, 18 Jun 2006 07:33:31 GMT

The girls made us breakfast, in bed. No doubt with the help of Cordelia. ~~Luckily no homemade brownies were involved, or hurt.~~

My very first thought was ~~ashamedly~~ 'there will be crumbs in the bed'. Until I realized that both Cordelia and Lindsey can handle that just fine on their own. Midnight snacks, that's all I have to say to that matter. I suspect they didn't really made it themselves. I think they ordered in, under Cordy's guidance. Which doesn't make it less sweet.

They made me a drawing, which I will have framed. I wish I could get this stupid scanner to work, so I can show it to you. Because they're really good, especially Marilee's.

And they wrote a song ~~Or some such~~ for Lindsey on the tune of...what was it again? Something with 'mountains', I think. Alicia has a really nice voice. Who knew Lindsey had an allergy problem too?

For some reason both Marilee and Alicia got a new dress, as well as Cordelia. They lost me there, but I'm sure it's another fine fathers day tradition. ~~It's not as if I would know.~~

I hear going out to dinner is also traditional today? But we've chosen to have dinner and a movie at home. Just the five of us. Although, Lindsey mentioned ~~that dreaded~~ barbecue?

I've never been so utterly and ridiculously happy as today. Although the other day came bloody close. It also made me realize how much one should cherish moments like these, because they'll never come back. I'm a father, and aside from being a mother, I personally think that's the hardest job in the world.

But it's so very much worth it when there are moments like these.

the.gang@chello.nl — Fri, 16 Jun 2006 22:04:58 GMT

Is there anyone who can tell me why Lindsey is suddenly sneaking around with my books? Ones he cannot even read?

Call me curious, but that's really...~~suspicious~~ strange.

Cordelia, any idea? Perhaps Lindsey himself would like to shed a light on this?

<font size="0,5><s>Seriously. Marilee can sneak around better.</s></font>

the.gang@chello.nl — Mon, 12 Jun 2006 20:19:23 GMT

//Locked against Lindsey//

I’m worried. We’ve not heard from Lilah since she, apparently, disappeared into…wherever she disappeared into. According to this Anya twit. I’ve tried to help her out, but if she cannot be reached, or doesn’t even know who she is, then how can we help her? Anya’s not being very helpful either. I thought she was all for helping out women or some such.

Anyway, what has me even more worried then Lilah disappearing - and despite our indifferences, I still care for her. We have a past, one I‘m not likely to forget. Even if I‘m very happy as things are now. She deserves some happiness too - , is Lindsey.

I’ve not forgotten we went to see those bloody oracles. I’ve not forgotten he was being extremely vague and tried to avoid any questions when it came to them. I fear he’s going to do something extremely stupid. Just when Cordelia, he and I have finally worked things out, gotten together, he’d do something like that.

And I understand the reasons why. I’m just worried sick that I can’t do anything about it. If he’s not going to say anything, then how can we help? Oh, he’s being his usual self. All smiles and playing with the girls and flirting with both Cordelia and I, goofing around and… things like that.

He’s hiding something though, and that frightens me. Cordelia as well, I know this. Maybe she and I should corner him and just glare it out of him. Cordy has quite an impressive glare, I’d be surprised if she’d not get the truth out of him. Maybe that’s what we should do. I’m just at a loss and scared to loose what we’ve build up so carefully.

//Unlock//

It’s a beautiful day outside. The girls and I went to the park, despite the protestations of certain people that I should be resting and not overexert myself. Certain people went along, to make sure I wasn’t doing as such. We had a nice day, with a picnic. It has been a long time since I’ve had a family day like that. Okay, I never had one, but that’s not the point.

I’m happy, and I’m oddly afraid and waiting for the bubble to burst.

the.gang@chello.nl — Thu, 01 Jun 2006 22:36:43 GMT

It's od how you can be extremely happy and completely terrified at the same time. Isn't it?

the.gang@chello.nl — Wed, 24 May 2006 09:25:31 GMT

I’m not usually one to take ~~dis~~advantage of a situation. But with the girls in school and Lindsey off to… I have no idea where he’s off to actually. I’m sure he’s mentioned it but I can’t remember. Which doesn’t say anything about my still having a fever, if it really was that bad, or my still being sick. I’m fine. And Cordelia went off on a ‘Yay, he’s no longer contagious’ shopping spree early in the morning. I’m not expecting her back for at the very least…somewhere in the evening.

Oh! I know, Lindsey’s probably gone to work. Since he told me he’s not been in much lately. That reminds me I’ve still not gotten a clear answer if he wants to join Cordy and mine new agency. Well, it can wait. What I did do was cease the moment and wobble my way over to the library. I have work to do, you know. And dear god, who knew getting dressed could be so exhausting?

But I made it here ~~that on it’s own was a bloody miracle. Why is everything still spinning?~~ in the library, where my computer is. I see I didn’t miss anything while…being confined to bed. I really must say, my sofa is looking extremely comfortable. Even with the brownies running around and FrouFrou eying me with rather evil looking eyes. That’s probably my imagination.

Anyway, I think I’ll take a nice nap on the sofa. According to my calculations I have a few hours before anyone gets back, then grab some of the books I need and back to bed. No one will be any the wiser. Sometimes I’m really much to clever. Right. Best get to work.

It's odly cold for California isn't it?

the.gang@chello.nl — Fri, 05 May 2006 21:08:10 GMT

You Have a Melancholic Temperament

Introspective and reflective, you think about everything and anything.
You are a soft-hearted daydreamer. You long for your ideal life.
You love silence and solitude. Everyday life is usually too chaotic for you.

Given enough time alone, it's easy for you to find inner peace.
You tend to be spiritual, having found your own meaning of life.
Wise and patient, you can help people through difficult times.

At your worst, you brood and sulk. Your negative thoughts can trap you.
You are reserved and withdrawn. This makes it hard to connect to others.
You tend to over think small things, making decisions difficult.

What Temperment Are You?

the.gang@chello.nl — Tue, 02 May 2006 14:10:29 GMT

So, Lindsey is going to cook this evening. Apparently we're going to be having a barbecue, outside, due to the lovely weather we're having. Cordy already took Alicia shopping to get the things before I even asked Lindsey if he wanted to. She must be very convinced of my persuasive skills.

Though, Lindsey eagerly said yes. Loudly.. and repeatedly. He must *really* be looking forward to it. ::smirk:: ~~Serves him right for messing around with scrolls~~.

That reminds me...

Lindsey? We'll need to borrow your truck again to move Cordy's things to my place. I mean, our place now. I've finally figured out the spell to transfer Dennis, but we'll leave it up to him if he wants to move on or...well...move in. We've brownies, an insane ferret, so what's a ghost more or less.

I was just wondering if perhaps we should should invite Kennedy and Willow as well, with the...mini versions of Faith and Angel. Lord only knows how long they'll stay mini, it might be fun to spend some time with children their own age. Okay, Alicia is their age, slightly younger perhaps. Marilee will probably not leave mine or Cordy's side anyway.

So Kennedy? Willow? If you feel like joining us? We've a shaded patch of garden for Angel's sun...uhm...allergy. Anyway, let us know, there's room enough for all of us.

the.gang@chello.nl — Sat, 29 Apr 2006 22:51:55 GMT

//Lindsey only//

McDonald? It's time you and I have a word about a certain scroll?

Get over here, on the double. Now, if you please.

Thank you.

::Innocent smile::

//Unlock//

the.gang@chello.nl — Mon, 10 Apr 2006 11:06:09 GMT

//Cordelia only...and well, Lindsey too//

I had that talk with Lindsey and... Everything's fine. Can you believe that? I was sure he was going to...I don't know, laugh at best. ~~Which he did. Git~~

But everything is fine now.

//Unlock//

What in the bloody blazes is going on here? Why are there two children roaming around calling themselves Angel and Faith?

Fred? Any idea?

Please tell me it's not what I think it is.

Good lord, I should probably get out the books.

the.gang@chello.nl — Sat, 08 Apr 2006 15:37:46 GMT

//Cordelia only//

Uhm, I think Lindsey is getting a bit... Shall we say 'frustrated'? I keep having to turn him down when he wants uhm... You know. Because I've not told him about my problem yet, obviously. I mean, that's not something you just throw out in a conversation.

Anya told me Lilah had already tattled my little secret out to him, but I'm not so sure. Why would he be so frustrated if he knew?

I-I don't know what to tell him. But we do need to talk, him and I. Don't you think? God, what do I say?

Damn, why can't things be simple for once? Wouldn't that be grand.

::Sigh::

Anyway, let's not talk about this, errr, here. Some people can apparently just hack in these things and this matter isn't something I want out in the-the ah...open.

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Lindsey? Will you be coming by this evening? I need to run by Giles to talk about some text he's gotten his hands on. Which looks very promising about...something. Cordelia is home though, talking with girls about interior decorating.

Apparently, I have no say in the matter at all. If you would so kind as to help me convince them that 'pastel' is fine for their bedrooms, it's not for the rest of the house. Please.

That reminds me. I need to ask Xander about how to go about building an outside playpen for FrouFrou.

the.gang@chello.nl — Tue, 04 Apr 2006 19:42:43 GMT

Well, Lindsey and I looked everywhere, but she seems to have vanished. Then again, Lilah's a big girl. And since they let her out of the hospital, I'm guessing she's fine. Probably needed the time alone. It's a bit childless running out on Lindsey after he tried so hard, let her stay at his apartment, went out of his way to be there for his friend, even went to the oracles and nearly risked his life for her. ~~I’m still going to kick his arse over that one. Git~~

Oh well, I’m sure she’ll be fine.

I did spend the better part of that evening trying to comfort Lindsey, because he was feeling needlessly guilty. Cordelia was still there, having watched Marilee all day, while taking and picking up Alicia from her new school. So in ways of comfort we spend a family evening with games, DVD and pizza.

Good lord, I voluntarily ordered pizza. Cordy nor Lindsey had to look at me cutely to do so. What *has* the world come to? ~~There’s nothing wrong with tea and toast for dinner, no matter what Cordy says~~.

It was fun though. Almost family like. I've missed that since I left Angel Investigation, didn't have that feeling over at Wolfram and Hart. But it’s there now that we’ve started our own agency and seem to come to term with…certain things. I still do some research work for Angel and the others should they need it. Because really, I wouldn’t trust anyone in my former department even with a gun against their heads.

Cordy and the girls decided to have a girls night and retreated to Cordelia’s room. I mean…the large guestroom. I heard the name ‘Spike’ quite a lot when I went past. I’m thinking Cordelia was teaching the girls some thing we men seriously do not ever need to know about with Spike as an example. And Angel, I think. ~~Better them then I. They‘re indestructible, I‘m not.~~

It was rather late once the movie we were…uhm…watching was finished. And since I didn’t like the idea of Lindsey alone at his apartment, I asked him to spend the night. My bed is big enough. I mean, you have to plan ahead for thunderstorms and the girls wanting to sleep in your room etc, etc….right?

Exactly.

In other news, I’ve made marilee_brewer an account as well, since she was starting to pout. Nothing much in there yet. Once she’s figured things out there will probably be a bunch of letters and numbers. For now, we’re still working on lay out issues. She certainly is demanding for a five, nearly six year old. Aside from ‘I don’t want it to look like Alicia’s’ there’s a whole list.

Maybe I should have Willow take a look at it with her, she knows about that stuff.

the.gang@chello.nl — Wed, 29 Mar 2006 10:44:11 GMT

The house is almost settled. It would’ve been more or less settled if we hadn’t made the mistake of hooking up the telly first. Then again, it may be have been a smart idea. Sofa + telly means a very relaxed evening. Especially since Willow took the girls. Poor girl is lonely but I’m sure Alicia and Marilee will distract her.

Lindsey and I had… a lot of fun…~~snogging~~ moving. We did fall asleep on the sofa halfway through, I guess all this moving is exhausting. That and keeping those brownies in check.

Cordy joined us later as well, bringing some things over. She gave me and Lindsey a knowing eye. I’m guessing our secret is not so secret anymore. I *guess* being subtle is not Lindsey’s strong point. Kissing me in front of Cordy was a dead give away. Which was followed by getting an odd look from Cordy.

She didn’t say much, even though I knew she wanted too. She’s probably saving that up till she can catch me alone. And Lindsey alone, no doubt. Oh dear. Well, I’m happy and rather content. I never thought I’d be the domestic type, but it would seem to fit well.

I just hope the four most important people in my life right now an get along. Well, two of them, since the children don’t seem to have a problem. ~~Aside from the whole Alicia and Spike thing.~~ Cordy and Lindsey getting along is very important to me however.

We must’ve fallen asleep on the sofa *again* though. The Princess Bride *is* a very boring movie, I’ll admit that freely. When we woke up this morning, all three of us - Cordy had plopped herself between Lindsey and I - we were all tangled up so to speak.

It wasn’t as….awkward as I thought it would be.

Huh.

//Cordy only//

This may seem like a silly question. But did Lindsey seem a bit jumpy to you?

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the.gang@chello.nl — Sun, 26 Mar 2006 17:26:08 GMT

Dear god, remind me to never move again. If it's not one thing, it's another. Fist there was the fight between Marilee and Alicia as to whom would get which room. Thankfully there are two rooms that are similar one on the beginning of the corridor, the other on the end, with my room in the middle.

That solved the room problem. Then there's the moving, something scared off the movers, I had no idea what. And even though Willow assured me that the presence she sensed in our new house was not evil...I'm thinking it's not good either. It took me a while, but I finally caught the little buggers in the act. They were stealing my silverware!

The house is infested by Brownies.

Yes, I'll wait while you stop laughing.

This

Is a Brownie.

The origin of this race is traced to Scotland. Brownies currently residing in the United States and Canada most likely arrived with Scottish immigrants. Among their names from other human cultures are: Nis from Denmark, Domonvoi from Russia (where they cry like Banshees when death is approaching a member of their chosen family, and to warn of fires), Yumboes from North Africa, Choa Phum Phi from China and Hobs from the English. They are still common to the Scottish Highlands and on the Hebrides Islands, but are rarely heard of elsewhere.

Brownies are domestic faeries, offering aid to mortals who are churning butter or grinding meal. For their service, they expect rewards of milk and bread. (Brownies who are displeased with their gifts often turn into the nasty Boggarts who harass the inhabitants of their domicile.) As with other faeries, should a human mistakenly offer them clothes in return for their labors, brownies will cease their efforts and disappear forever. In addition to their labors in the home, some brownies also guarded the corn yard during winter. Because of their industrious and beneficial nature, the Girl Scouts have adopted the name Brownies for their youngest members.

Resulting from their generous nature, a hatred of misers and cheats is characteristic among the race. Brownies will not tolerate lying and utterly detest pretentiousness.

They are nocturnal, although most are able to appear in the sunlight should they wish. However, there are a few non-Scottish House brownies who will perish if exposed to sunlight. Legends holds that it is for this reason that the brownies' familiar, the rooster, crows in the morning, warning his friends that it is time for bed. (Some Scots even held that brownies could take the form of roosters.)

Small and usually male, brownies tend towards the hairy side and have slightly pointed ears, long fingers and dress in blue, green or the most typical brown. Their size makes them extremely cautious of cats and the humans they assist must not harbor the beasts within their homes. Most are keenly intelligent, except the Dobie who is a dull witt. He wishes to help, but always flubs the job because of his lack of intelligence.

I've tried offering them clothes, but they wouldn't budge! It would figure that I'd end up with an entire clan of Dobies infesting my house! They're 'trying' to help usually means they steal everything that's not nailed down. They even tried to take off with FrouFrou, but I'm guessing he defended himself. They're walking around him in a very large circle.

Of course now Marilee has spotted them as well and deemed them 'cwute' and wont allow me to get rid of them. Alicia thought they were cute as well, until they took off with her hairbrush.

Should've known better then to buy a house that hasn't been lived in since 1900 something and who's previous owners were called 'McDowell'.

Hmm, I wonder if Lindsey can have a word with them. I mean...he's a Mac. Or Angel, he's Irish...originally.

At any rate, I'm stuck with having to move all my stuff in here without any movers. I'd best lend a truck somewhere I guess.

Bother, just my luck. Bloody hell.

the.gang@chello.nl — Tue, 14 Mar 2006 12:48:06 GMT

Lindsey? Do you have time today to check out the house? Willow is free as well, so she's coming along, just in case of any supernatural disturbances. The girls have a day off because of 'study day' or some such the teacher are having. We never had those, what are those?

I meant to ask you last night, but uhm... I somehow forgot. I've no idea how it could've slipped my mind.

Let me know, alright. Thank you. :0)

the.gang@chello.nl — Wed, 08 Mar 2006 05:17:08 GMT

After listening to Marilee and Alicia going on about how they were *going* to visit Mandy, (Yes, I thought it was some friend first. It took me a bit to link the name 'Mandy' with Faith's dog) but never had the chance to do so on account of Faith leaving and Fred being down, I caved.

Fine, so I can't stand it when my girls look at me all sad and... Well, sad is more then enough. ~~And anything that'll make Alicia shut up about Spike for about two seconds is good enough in my book. God.~~

I have to question my own wisdom for taking them to an interdimensional petshop and then be overjoyed about the fact they decided on a...normal pet. Even if it's illegal here, there is the good fortune that I have connections with Wolfram and Hart and my resignation isn't until next month officially.

All the papers check out, we have a cage, food, toys, sleeping things, he's inoculated, he's really really cute, and my daughters love him. Love at first sight so to speak. I think Spike and Angel may get along with this little one just marvelous. One fanged hunter to another, so to speak.

Did they have to name the ferret Frou Frou though?

Tomorrow we're going to be looking at a house I found. It seems ideal for the three of us and any guests which are sure to come our way. A bit too good, if you ask me, but we're looking into it. Ghosts and other things are nothing new really. And Lindsey will cover the legal part of the deal. It should work out splendidly.

Now all I need to find is a good office space.

//Lindsey only//

I had a lovely time the other night. Very lovely. Thank you.

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