Hyperion, Saturday Night

[demonbelthazor]

Bel didn't get sick often, especially since he picked up the nifty insta-healing powers in the Wastelands. But there were a few things that could still knock him off his feet, such as, unfortunately, the common cold. And said cold turned Bel into a whiny, cranky, miserable patient indeed.

Phoebe had gone to the store to buy a bottle of medicine for him. It was the most vile thing he had ever tasted, and living in the Underworld, he had tasted a lot of vile things. But he began to feel a little better, so he figured that more of a good thing was a better thing and chugged the whole bottle.

This could prove to be a biiiiig mistake.

Especially because his cell phone was in easy reach.


[For returned phone calls (hee) and Hyperion inhabitants, and brought to you by the fact that I am sick as a dog and high on NyQuil. NyQuil, NyQuil, NyQuil, we love you, you giant frakking Q!]

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Visitors

[demonbelthazor]

 

Re: Visitors

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica wasn't quite sure how she managed to get elected to bring Bel some soup. But apparently love had its limits because Phoebe and Anders refused to go near the room for at least an hour, they were afraid Logan would poison it, Angel had disappeared, which left Veronica and Piper.

Sighing, she knocked on his door, tray in hand. "Bel? It's V. I have some soup for you."

Re: Visitors

[demonbelthazor]

The door creaked open, and Bel called out, "Is it green and tastes like ass?"

Re: Visitors

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"No, sweetie, it's homemade chicken noodle," she said, stepping through the door. "Are you feeling any better?"

Re: Visitors

[demonbelthazor]

"The furniture is singing to me," Bel said. He was crouched on the bed, glaring at the bedside table.

Re: Visitors

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

It was pretty late at night before Anders finally decided to try and brave the room again. He'd been cranky all day as it was because he'd had a weird dream about -- well, it didn't matter, but it had been weird and Bel was driving him up the wall which wasn't helping matters.

"Is it safe to come back yet?" he called a little grumpily.

Re: Visitors

[demonbelthazor]

"All right, I'll need three men up at the tower," Bel said. "You, Neubauer. You, Macias. Me, John, big tree."

Re: Visitors

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

". . . okay, then, not safe yet," Anders said, which didn't stop him from opening the door and peering in anyway. "You know, this is just sad."

Re: Visitors

[demonbelthazor]

Bel looked up at Anders. He had a piece of paper in his hands. "What do you make of this?" he said. "I can make a hat, or a broach...or a pterodactyl!"

Re: Visitors

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe came in later that night, having had a shower and some tea to relax her. Having a sick demon boyfriend when she could pick up everything he was feeling messed with her empathy quite a bit.

"Sweetie? You dong any better?"

Re: Visitors

[demonbelthazor]

"S'mofo butter layin' me to da' BONE! Jackin' me up... tight me!" Bel said.

Re: Visitors

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe tried not to groan.

"Cole, honey, what are you talking about?"

Re: Visitors

[demonbelthazor]

"What it is, big mama? My mama no raise no dummies. I dug her rap!" Bel said. He eyed the door. "Be careful. It has teeth."

Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

 

Re: Returned Calls

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Good thing that phone's within easy reach, since it's ringing right about now.

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

Bel answered the phone with "Do you know what it's like to fall in the mud and get kicked ... in the head ... with an iron boot? Of course you don't, no one does. It never happens. Sorry, that's a dumb question ... skip that."

Re: Returned Calls

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Uh, actually?" Bridge says. "I know what it's like to fall in the mud and get kicked in the head with a steel-toed boot, does that count?" Ranger training kind of sucked some days, you see.

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

"Bridge!" Bel said, recognizing the voice from somewhere in the depths of his NyQuil-induced dementia. "How did you get inside my phone?"

Re: Returned Calls

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Bzuh? That message made no sense.

Isabel dailed Bel's number back, wondering what wackiness had struck the Hyperion this week.

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

"We are Siamese if you please, we are Siamese if you don't please," Bel sang at the phone as he answered.

Re: Returned Calls

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Oh man. Who botched the spell and made you sing Disney tunes?" she laughed.

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

"I'm sorry son," Bel said, "but you must have me confused with someone else. My name is Roger Murdock. I'm the co-pilot."

Re: Returned Calls

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Right. She's been drunk-dialled. Or something. No *way* she's not calling back.

*rinnnnng*

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

"Slide a piece o' da' porter," Bel answered. "Drinks, I run da' java. Lookie here. I can dig grease 'n chompin' on some buns and draggin' through the garden."

Re: Returned Calls

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"....."

That would be Parker's brain spraining trying to make sense of that.

"Bel?" She paused. "What spell makes you Jamaican?"