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293 - Talk about a news item.

There are problems with forming a detective agency that does not engage in any of the traditional sorts of cases: domestic disputes, divorces, the vetting of potential employees, et cetera. Chief among these problems is the irregularity of clients-- paying clients in particular. On the right side of the war or not, even we lowly foot soldiers must eat and keep roofs over our heads, and gratitude does not pay rent.

Extra, extra )

prodigalwatcher: (Rogue Demon Hunter)
The office was empty when Wesley arrived, but then it was after midnight and everyone else in the building save for the maintenance staff were safely home and abed. Not so for the stalwarts of the Endeavour Agency, Wesley thought. Neither rain nor snow nor rain of fire...

Unlocking the door to his office, the light snapped on automatically, startling him for a moment. Laughing ruefully at his own jumpiness, he shrugged off his leather jacket and hung it on a peg. After hours of trudging through the downtown demon bars, he'd turned up almost nothing on the demons whose human sacrifice they'd interrupted. Unfortunately, the skirmish had left none of the unusual demons alive, and so Wesley and the others had been forced to use more direct methods of investigation.

Wesley was just unlocking the safe behind his desk when he heard the outer door open. He held his breath and let his right hand stray toward one of his pistols for a moment, then relaxed once he recognized the newcomer: Gwen.

"I hope you had better luck than I did," he called out to her.
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OOC: For [ profile] _freaksrus, [ profile] queen_c_tm, [ profile] evilhandissue and [ profile] big_pile_o_dust and anyone else who's expressed interest in the new agency. Bendy-time as needed to fit into people's storylines and timelines.

Wesley Wyndam-Pryce had faced a number of challenges in his years, from vampires to werewolves to sorcerers and demons. And none had frustrated him so much as those with whom he and the others had been made to contend in the establishing and opening of the new agency. Between simply getting the physical plant of the offices and equipment arranged and the bureaucratic tangle of permits and licenses required to hang up their shingle, he had been more than ready to give up the whole thing and set up a folding table and cardboard sign reading "VAMPIRES SLAIN 5 CENTS" on the side of the freeway.

At last, though, the last papers had been signed and the last screws turned. He and the others stood outside the door of the office suite, though every one of them had already been inside, inspecting their own spaces and whatever details which fell under their particular charge. But this was a ceremony, and as proud as he was to be officially resuming this work with these people, Wesley wanted to stand on ceremony this once.

He glanced at the brass plaque that hung beside the frosted glass doors.

Private Investigations

When the question of the agency's name had gone unsolved, Wesley had thrown open a thesaurus to the entry for "crusade" and selected a synonym that would suit their higher-class location. He turned the key and opened the door.

"Open for business," he said, and stepped inside.
prodigalwatcher: (Badass Look)
OOC: Follows immediately after THIS PART.

Wesley stood from his place at the table to face the returning Lindsey. Meeting the other man's gaze levelly and calmly, he tried his best to gauge Lindsey's expression. He found he couldn't, not at that moment. "Lindsey," he said by way of greeting. "Welcome back. What do you say?"

Lindsey has his say, Wesley does not, and everyone else is probably glad it doesn't come to swords and gunfire. )
prodigalwatcher: (Watcher | Doing Research)
OOC: Follows immediately after Part 1, occurring at the same time as Part 2.

Cordelia sat back in her chair once Lindsey had stormed out, glaring after him. If he thought she was going to chase after him, he'd be waiting out there a long time. Call her stubborn, but after the way he'd been acting, she didn't see why she should follow him. Let him steam over it for a while on his own, then maybe they'd talk when he was more rational.

Once Logan followed, she sighed and turned her attention back to Wesley and Gwen.

"I'm sorry, Wes. I didn't think he'd flip out like that. I thought once we were all here, he'd be more open to the idea."

Wesley and his lady friends discuss Lindsey, old times, new jobs and a name for the new business )
prodigalwatcher: (Rogue Demon Hunter)
It wasn't the trendiest or highest-profile eatery in Los Angeles, but that was most of the point. Wesley had chosen the restaurant more for the ability to hold a meeting where topics that no one outside of their peculiar community would be prepared to overhear. That, and the fact that Dominick's quietly boasted quite a fine wine list. Wesley nodded to Bernard, the maitre d' and slipped the older man the promised hundred dollar note. Bernard was perhaps in his late sixties, and had no doubt stood his station since Dominick's played host to Los Angeles underworld luminaries of a much more organised crime sense of the world. Certainly the private back dining room into which Bernard ushered Wesley was a holdover from those days.

The lighting was low, but sufficient to keep the atmosphere from entering gloom. Wesley ran his hand over the rich woods and leather backs of the chairs and table and wondered what nefarious men and privacy-seeking Hollywood golden age celebrities had taken refuge in this room. He hoped whatever ghosts might still linger in this space would look kindly on his intentions. Taking a seat with an unobstructed view of the door, Wesley ordered a scotch, neat, and awaited the first of his invited soon-to-be teammates.

The players assemble at one table, new faces meet old, Wesley makes his offer and reactions are mixed. )


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