How's my Karaoke?

♫ Have a question about something I'm doing with him?
♫ Want to give me a poke about something he did that wasn't quite IC?
♫ Have a suggestion for me on how to make him better?
♫ Is he calling you [Name here]-toes too much?

IP logging is off, anon is on.

[Here's Lorne, sitting at a small table with a cup of tea and some papers in front of him. Oh, accounting, how you are loathed. The infamous box sits to the side, ignored as Lorne talks to the City.]

Now, munchkins, don't get me wrong here. I love you all dearly and as if you were my own. But are you crazy? Haven't you dum-dums heard of Pandora?!

Oh, and...no singing tonight, please. I'm not sure I want to know where this is going...


[ooc; posting and then sleep. will get to tags in the morning if I'm not called in :D LJ and I are frenemies today...]

Any of you brilliant and varied folk out there know how to cure sudden blindness? I'm not picky, I'll take magical or medical or...whatever else is beyond that. It's for a friend of mine.


angel investigations | unhackable
Hey guys, sorry for my little disappearance. A friend of mine, sweet girl, she needed someone to stay with her after being struck blind. I can't say for sure how long it'll last; it seems like a curse, but it's lasting more than a day, which worries me. If you need anything, give me a whistle!

Oh goodie. It's just like home sweet home...


[OOC: Cursed with Memory Theater, Lorne gets to revisit his revisiting of his home and enjoy being humiliated all over again.]

[Somebody's been drinking and self-loathing in his apartment alone.]

It's kind of ironic, you know? I did the job and that was supposed to be that. No more for ol' Lorne here.

[A pause for another chug, and then a deep sigh.]

But here I am, in my empty apartment, trying to be chipper and cheery! And here all of you are again. I did my job; I killed that poor man for you and then I ran like I ran from Pylea.

[The sound of gulping can be heard now, along with the empty bottle thudding when it hits the floor. A seal can be heard cracking open on a new bottle.]

Happy, City? You brought me here, threw me in a dark dank cell, you forced me to confess my sin to you and now there's no point in hiding it from everyone else! Lindsey was sometimes a jackass but he was a person. And now he's dead because of me.



[Lorne is feeling the effects of the weekend and his own personal guilt over shooting Lindsey for Angel. Also he's not actually drunk but it still helps him pretend.]

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...



It wasn't -- it's not my fault. How could we trust you? It was the only way.






[OOC: Lorne woke up in a cell, and has had Lindsey (

in red

) talking to him for the past full day, hence the creepy singing to himself and whatnot. Feel free to be in the cell with him, try to contact him, anything goes!]