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As she finished typing up some reports for her very first case as an official FBI agent, Veronica noted the date and realized that it was exactly five years since she had started school at Fandom High.

The irony of her father sending her there for her safety after Aaron Echolls tried to kill her wasn't lost on her, even after all this time. She had gotten better about risking her life though. Mostly.

If anyone had told her five years ago that she would be married to Dick Casablancas and they would be living in a hotel with Logan, his boyfriend the vampire, a couple of witches and a demon (and Anders, but he was nothing special), she would have assumed they were on drugs.

She was pretty content with her life the way it was though and decided to bake a cake in celebration.

[ooc: open for any residents or phone calls or random visits or whatever! happy anniversary, game :D]

It was Veronica's twenty-third birthday. She had no idea where the time had gone but not only was she a college graduate who would be going through FBI training in a matter of months, she had also been married for nearly a year. The funny thing was that she hardly felt like a real adult.

She stretched as she woke up and realized Dick wasn't in bed. It was unusual for her to be awake before him and she really hoped that there wasn't anything crazy going on this weekend that would screw up their plans to go out for dinner tonight.

She wouldn't have to wonder about his whereabouts for long, since about a minute later Dick kicked the door open, humming something that sounded a lot like the Happy Birthday song. He was carrying a tray in his hands, and balanced on it was the extent of Dick's culinary skills: a bowl of Lucky Charms, orange juice and a really lopsided blueberry muffin that he had made himself.

"Breakfast for the birthday girl," he said as he brought the tray to the bed. "Complete with a dashing and handsome husband to bring it to her."

Veronica couldn't help but grin at the fact that Dick had brought her breakfast in bed. And at least she was fairly certain the cereal and orange juice would be safe. "Aww, best husband I've ever had," she said. Never mind that he was the only husband she ever had. So far at least.

"Damn straight," Dick said, sitting the tray on the bed beside Veronica and leaning in for a kiss. "Happy birthday, baby."

"Thanks," Veronica said, more than happy to oblige him with that kiss. She was wondering if she could use birthday sex to distract him from making her eat that muffin.

[cowritten with

surferboy_09er]

Graduation was coming up this weekend finally and Veronica couldn't believe she was done with college.

She still had to make a decision about which agency she was joining. She was getting daily calls from the CIA and the FBI and was considering actually taking the summer off to just bum around with her husband since they had never gotten a honeymoon.

Today she was abusing her privileges as Mrs. Casablancas and doing some online shopping.

[expecting a phone call but open for other calls or any of the Hyperion residents]

Spending three days alone and away from everyone had helped Veronica wrap her head around everything that happened this past weekend. She was nowhere near in the realm of okay with it, but she was at least beginning to accept that it wasn't her fault.

She decided to head back to the Hyperion, even though she wasn't sure how she was going to face anyone.

When she got there, the hotel was pretty quiet. She wasn't sure if people were keeping to themselves or if they were out. She found her mail and then headed up to her room.

[for the fake!husband]

The first thing Veronica noticed when she woke up was that the person in bed with her was warm and had a pulse. And most definitely did not smell like Bel.

The second thing she noticed was that there was sunlight filtering through the window, though it was thankfully not touching the bed. It concerned her because she was more careful than that.

The third thing she noticed was that she was hungry. Mmmm. Perhaps the person in bed with her was a treat; a present from Bel or Lindsey or Tyler.

She reached over to stroke the human's cheek and was surprised to realize it was Dick Casablancas. Well, well, this would be fun, now wouldn't it?

[for that guy in bed with her first, then open to other Hyperion folks]

Piper and Veronica spent a good portion of Wednesday and Thursday in the kitchen of the hotel, both grateful for the space to prepare a huge Thanksgiving dinner for the eight hotel residents and whatever friends happened to show up.

It was now Thanksgiving afternoon. Dinner was a mere few hours away. There were some appetizers around in case people couldn't wait, but the girls were hoping the guests stuck to the lobby until dinner time.

[for residents and friends of residents and up for epic holiday SP]

So Veronica had been back in LA for over a week. And in that week, she had mostly been avoiding her friends and housemates because being with all of them again had triggered the memories of that other Fandom and what the version of her there had done to them and with them.

Luckily that whole newlywed thing and Dick moving in had given her a good excuse for not being around much.

But enough was enough. She knew she couldn't hide forever, so she was in the kitchen, preparing a nice lasagna with salad and freshly baked Italian bread (sans garlic). She had sent Dick to find a couple good bottles of wine to go with the meal.

Hopefully it wouldn't end in a food fight.

[for the Hyperion folks and Lindsey, if he's so inclined]

Veronica wasn't quite sure how she had gotten roped into chaperoning the shuttle trip from the airport to Fandom, but it shifted her plans to just have Bel shimmer her to the island on Saturday morning.

Which was why her luggage was currently stacked in the lobby and she was sitting down to enjoy one final cup of coffee before heading off to spend the night in Baltimore.

[mostly for the roomies, but can be open for phone calls and whatnot as well]

Veronica's bags were packed for the beach now. And she had started packing for her apparent summer trip.

But at the moment, she was making coffee in the kitchen and trying to figure out how to tell her friends she was leaving them temporarily without telling them the truth.

[for hyperion folks and Dick if he would like to call]

Veronica was spending her Easter submitting reports to the CIA about the mission she had gone on over spring break.

And nibbling on the ears of a chocolate bunny.

Nothing terribly important.

[expecting one call, but open for others or housemates or whatev]

Veronica was finishing up her last mid-term paper and looking forward to her upcoming spring break when her phone rang.

( cut for preplay )

[ooc: Mostly establishy, but can be open to any housemates or anyone who wants to call. Much love and thanks to

saveyoulater for the preplay!]

Current Mood: excited

Veronica woke up and found herself alone in her bed.

This wasn't unusual in and of itself, but she still had the vague sense that something wasn't quite right.

Memories of the weekend seeped into her conscious brain and she stifled a groan, realizing that she had been a human taser who hit on everyone, including Lindsey, EW, over the weekend.

She rolled over and spotted Dick, curled up on the floor, blocking the door so she couldn't leave, and smiled in spite of herself. She was incredibly grateful that he had been there and been himself and kept her from doing anything stupid.

... like letting Logan snack on her. Oh, God, she really, really hoped that that was simply a by-product of the weekend and not, you know, a new problem to deal with.

As much as she hated the idea of getting out of bed, she felt bad that Dick was sleeping on the floor, so she got up, walked over to him and crouched down next to him. "Dick. Wake up."

[for the guy on the floor who was modded with permission]

Veronica stumbled into the kitchen and set up the coffee pot.

She hadn't slept well, thanks to some nightmares, and was desperate for some caffeine.

[Open for anyone in the Hyperion or who wants to visit/call. Veronica will be telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. She kind of hates me right now.]

Veronica had banished Piper from the kitchen, informing her that she was not allowed to cook for her own birthday party.

She roped Anders and Logan into decorating the lobby and Phoebe was in charge of keeping Bel and Piper out of the way until the party started.

There were even guest rooms made up if people wanted to stay overnight after the party.

[for the residents and invited guests. up early for SP as I will be AFK a good chunk of the day.]

Veronica's bags were packed and she was ready to return to Neptune, but there was one thing she had to do first.

She knocked on Angel's office door, carrying a small gift bag.

[for Angel and sp is love since work is insane for both of us today.]

Somewhere around noon, Veronica managed to drag herself out of bed and make her way downstairs. She figured there would be a lot of hungover people waking up eventually and she pulled out the leftovers from the party the previous night and tuned the TV to one of the many stations that was running football games all day. There was also lots and lots of coffee.

[open to anyone in LA -- football and leftovers are a New Years tradition everywhere, right?]

Veronica had discovered the kitchen and was more than happy to take advantage of its wonderful facilities to bake trays and trays of Christmas cookies.

Sure it was after Christmas, but that didn't matter, right? Cookies are cookies, after all. And Veronica liked to bake. So she was baking.

[open to anyone that's in LA at the Hyperion]