A Room at the Hyperion Hotel, Los Angeles, California, Thursday Evening

How was it that Warren, who was used to spending hours preening his feathers, and then another good twenty minutes making certain his hair was just-so, was still ready to go out well before Karla was? It felt like he'd been waiting in the hotel room for just about forever, poking at things, bored, and trying to be patient while Karla did... whatever it was that ladies did when preparing for a night out.

He sighed, poking through the stack of receipts that had been left on the nightstand. So long as Karla was taking years in the bathroom, he might as well balance some- hello.

In Warren's hand, tucked away under the receipts, was a letter, written on Worthington Labs letterhead. And, just like that, his breath caught, fingers twitching as he tried not to pierce the paper with his claws.

There, in his father's handwriting and addressed to Karla, was a letter. Short, so short that a glance was all it took for Warren to get the gist of what it was about, the sight of his name in the body of the letter keeping him from putting it down right away.

Karla, thanks for your letter. I'm glad to hear that Warren is doing well. I would very much like for us to meet, please let me know when it would be convenient for you to do so.

Slowly, quietly, he set the letter back down on the nightstand, not quite able to look away.

Suddenly, he was far less excited for the ballet.
( Stupid kids are gonna be stupid. )

[Preplayed with glacial_witch and wesleynotponcy who also coded this! NFB/NFI, follows this, more to come later!

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

Any newfound sense of companionship that had come from being possessed into seduction didn't last much past the fourth dead end they discovered. At each dead end, Karla tried to pass through with the same lack of result. Then they'd turn around and try to backtrack to whichever hallway branch had led them to that particular dead-end, only to find themselves staring down yet another interminable stretch of endless, identical hallway.

"Well, this is getting us nowhere fast," Karla snapped once the found themselves looking back at the dressing room door again. "Darkness have mercy, I'm tempted just to light this place on fire and then see what happens."
( We burn to death in a hallway that goes on forever... )

[Yet more of Angel s03E13 "Waiting in the Wings," mashed about to make it shine thanks to wesleynotponcy and preplayed with glacial_witch. Follows this, this, this, and this. NFB, NFI, OOC is love.]