Room 504, Tuesday Evening

[wesleynotponcy]

So it was possible that Wesley's room was a tad bit untidy today and this was apparently a theme today, but this time it wasn't Alex's fault. Or at least, not entirely. Today's mess had something to do with the fact that Wesley was sitting on the floor, with papers strewn everywhere as he researched... a hotel.

Yes, he felt a bit silly about it himself, but it was what Angel had asked him to work on. So.

"A two hundred and forty-year old vampire with a soul with an interest in real estate," he murmured to himself, poring over an ownership deed that Cordelia had faxed over after being unable to make heads or tails of it. "Honestly."

[[open! good god, i haven't roomposted this one in forever, oops.]]

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[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Excellent," Wesley decided. No, Wes, not really. "And in the meantime, I might send this spell to a contact of mine to see if he has any thoughts on it."

When all else failed, ask Giles. It was a pretty good way to live.

[life_inshadow]

"... who?" Tara had to ask. "I mean, they won't come to the school and, like, arrest me or something, will they?"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no, no, nothing like that," he said hastily. "He's -- ah, a Watcher in Sunnydale. I thought he might be able to tell if there's something amiss with it."

[life_inshadow]

"Oh!" And now Tara felt silly. "Sure, I'll email you the exact version we were using."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," Wesley said, smiling. "I'll see what I can do."