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2020-02-06 07:33 pm
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How's My Driving?

This is my HMD post for my Fandom High characters, where you can feel free to offer comments or critique for any of the following: 
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2015-02-25 11:27 am
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Voicemail

You've reached Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, former Watcher's Academy scholar and graduate of Fandom High. Please leave a message and I'll return your call with the greatest expedience.

wesleynotponcy: (awk: forced smile)
2014-05-02 10:58 am

Los Angeles, Friday Afternoon Fandom Time

The return of Angel's child, now grown-up and furious, had made for a complicated few months in Los Angeles. Personally, Wesley didn't know how Buffy dealt with this sort of thing. (Not the return of kidnapped children -- just general supernatural team management.) That was part of why he'd thought he'd go ahead and give Willow a call -- to see what was going on with the Scooby gang and verify that they weren't dealing with the same sort of madness that Wesley's team was.

"...so the town's a crater, but it's fine, we're dealing," Willow finished, while some static on the other end of the line let Wesley know that she had probably abandoned some other task in order to take this call. "Not now, Ken," he could vaguely hear her saying, making Wes smile. "What's going on over there?"

Wesley cleared his throat. "Well, the gist of it is that the entire world was briefly enslaved by the child of Cordelia and Angel's son," he explained, earning a nonchalant hum of understanding from Willow on the other end. "We took care of it, naturally. And tomorrow we've all been invited to take a tour of a new office space. Well. Not a space per se, it's more of a... company that wants to hire us. I don't think it's going to pan out, but..."

"Oh, yeah?" Willow said. "What company?"

Wes winced. "Erm, Wolfram and Hart?"

"What?" Willow sputtered.

"Right, that one," Wesley said. 'It's most likely a prank of some kind. I don't think we're really seriously considering it..."

"Right, you shouldn't," Willow agreed emphatically. "They're evil."

"I've heard," Wesley promised her mock-solemnly. "So... that's about it on our end, I'd say. How's Dawn?"

[[nfb/open for phone calls and such!]]

wesleynotponcy: (neg: angst)
2013-10-21 11:00 pm

Wesley's Apartment | Los Angeles, CA | Monday Night Fandom Time

Wesley's summer had been longfiguratively and literally. )

[[nfb/nfi! based on angel 4x01 "deep down," but pretty loosely, because of reasons. reasons of grossness. warning for kind of self-harm-ish behavior. ]]
wesleynotponcy: (neu: checking someone out)
2013-04-24 09:54 am

Wesley's Apartment | Los Angeles, CA | Wednesday Afternoon Fandom Time

Weeks had passed for Wesley since Gunn's visit, and in the meantime he found himself on the receiving end of peace and quiet.

Well. 'Peace' probably wasn't the word -- he certainly didn't feel peaceful; on the contrary, he was and continued to be angrier than he'd ever been, albeit a cold kind of anger. But it certainly was quiet.

Then came a day when there was another knock on his door, and he was quicker to answer it than he'd been the last time. Call it loneliness, call it desperation for someone to talk to. Wesley honestly didn't care.

In which a book changes hands and lying abounds. )

[[from angel 3x20 "a new world." this is one of my favorite scenes in the whole show, omg. possibly number one. nfb, but open for phone calls, sure.]]
wesleynotponcy: (neg: angst)
2013-04-16 07:18 pm

Wesley's Apartment | Los Angeles, CA | Tuesday Evening Fandom Time

Since his visit to Kennedy's last month, Wesley had thought a lot about trying to resume helping the helpless as best he could without being a part of the Angel Investigations team, but he hadn't been able to motivate himself just yet. For the most part, he'd found himself sticking to his time-honored solution for dealing with conflict, which was, of course, alcohol.

Then tonight - not that he could name what day of the week it was, or even confidently identify the time of day - there was a knock on his door.

There were plenty of people who it could theoretically be, only some of whom wanted to kill him, but Wesley didn't get his hopes up for anyone good. )

[[taken from angel 3x19 "the price." nfb/nfi.]]
wesleynotponcy: (neg: i fucked up)
2013-02-20 05:20 pm

The Hyperion Hotel and Beyond | Los Angeles, CA | Wednesday Evening Fandom Time

You wouldn't steal a handbag. You wouldn't steal a car. You wouldn't shoot a policeman, then steal his helmet. You wouldn't go to the toilet in his helmet, then send it to his grieving widow and then steal it again! Then why would you steal a baby? )

[[WHEEEE. nfb, actually open for phone messages and texts because it's his damn birthday but he's not going to be answering just yet on account of what just happened. adapted from angel 3x16 "sleep tight" and heavily anticipated by yours truly for an unhealthily long time. BEST BIRTHDAY EVER, amirite?]]
wesleynotponcy: (neu: brood)
2013-02-19 05:30 pm

A Fast Food Restaurant's Drive-Through Station | Los Angeles, CA | Tuesday Evening Fandom Time

The trouble with the rest of the day following Wesley's dream the night before was that they had a case to work on, and it was predictably difficult to find a reason to leave the hotel when he was expected to be working research for... whoever it was that had hired them. Wesley honestly couldn't remember the woman's name. Her trouble was that her son had been turned into a vampire, though. He was fairly certain of that.

Over the course of the day, he delegated what he could to Gunn to avoid botching up the job with his own exhaustion and buy himself some more time to research. Fred naturally decided she wanted to go along with her boyfriend, which didn't surprise Wesley after the way the last few days had gone, but he didn't love it either. Staking vampires was not a two-person job these days.

With Cordelia away on some sort of yoga retreat with her high school friends and Lorne still bitter that he'd been left on babysitting duty the night everyone had gone to the ballet, that left Wesley and Angel in the hotel. After a great deal of deliberation, Wesley decided not to tell Angel about his translation right away. He'd mistranslated before and caused panic, almost to the point of it becoming an awful joke around the office. Better to find out information from a reliable source first to be certain of what was going on. Toward evening, after a few phone calls to an area wizard who was said to have reputable intel on the local prophetic deities, he managed to make an excuse -- something about a headache -- and set off to find a statue that was said to be able to give him the answers he needed.

Well. It was certainly large and inanimate, but 'statue' was pushing it. )

[[nfb, nfi, ooc good, and i swear to god this really happened. angel 3x15 again, "loyalty," and there's one more for the night and that's it.]]
wesleynotponcy: (neg: pained (eyes closed))
2013-02-19 12:12 am

Wesley's Office at the Hyperion Hotel | Los Angeles, CA | Very Late Monday Night, Fandom Time

It had been a long few days for Wesley since Warren and Karla's visit.

First there had been certain difficulties with Fred and Gunn since the start of their relationship. Wesley had been raised as a Watcher and had been taught all his life to respect women; he knew better than to suppose that Fred had ever owed him any attention or affection, and he knew that it would be unfair to hold her choice of partner against her, particularly when he had never made his feelings known to her. But it hurt all the same when she inserted herself into dangerous cases that Wesley had rather hoped Gunn could manage alone, then consequently (as he'd predicted they might) botched the job due to the understandable distractions of working with one's significant other. The implication that she valued Gunn more than their work, and would go against instructions in order to be with him regardless of the increased danger -- Wesley didn't like that at all.

But that was a minor grievance compared to what he unearthed very late Monday night, an unsettling, disturbing revelation tucked away in a line of the Nyazian scrolls that had already foretold so much about baby Connor and his birth: The father will kill the son.

Three hours after first beginning the frantic search for a possible word somewhere that he might have mistranslated, Wesley fell asleep at his desk. )

[[nfb, nfi, ooc is delightful as always, eeeeeeee, the usual. taken from angel 3x15 "loyalty." FINALLY BEING UP TO THIS ARC MAKES ME SO HAPPY.]]
wesleynotponcy: (witw: concerned)
2013-02-14 02:00 pm

The Orpheum Theater, Downtown Los Angeles | Valentine's Day Evening

Wesley had never been to the ballet before, but by the time he, Angel, Cordelia, Fred, Gunn, Warren and Karla made their way from their seats to the bar at intermission, he had to admit that the performance itself seemed quite nice. At least, in theory. Technically, their seats... well. Suffice it to say that they weren't the best. To say that their view was simply obstructed would be overly generous.

On top of that, the tension that had been present ever since retrieving Warren and Karla from their hotel room was becoming increasingly irritating, and still more upsettingly, despite Cordelia's encouragement that "the iron is hot," Wesley still wasn't sure if it would be a good idea to try to put his arm around Fred's shoulder during Act Two.

So really, it was going the kind of 'nice' that... wasn't. )

[[follows this and this. premise & some NPC dialogue lifted from angel 3x13, "waiting in the wings," a.k.a. one of my least favorite episodes of the season but WE ARE FIXING THAT. preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] not_a_parakeet and [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch. the spam will be ongoing, and nfb/nfi/ooc-good.]]
wesleynotponcy: (conv: library)
2013-02-11 10:30 am

The Hyperion Hotel | Los Angeles, CA | Monday Morning Fandom Time

It seemed to be the case fairly often lately, and today was no exception, that Wesley found himself with the unenviable task of changing the baby while the others socialized in a different room. It wasn't that he resented this position -- after all, he supposed he had to admit that of the entire Angel Investigations team, he was the one most equipped to change Connor efficiently and with a minimum of singing (Lorne), whining (Cordelia) or attempting to complicate the matter by using pins (Angel). Still, he didn't exactly love it when he found himself stuck in one room, overhearing the others elsewhere in the hotel but unable to fully join into the conversation.

"Morning, friends and neighbors!" Gunn greeted Angel, Cordelia and -- theoretically -- Wesley as he stepped into the lobby with Fred at his side. "Ooh, are those the tickets? You got 'em?"

There were tickets, all right... )


[[taken and adapted from angel 3x13, "waiting in the wings." 'stablishy, but open for phone calls!]]