::The Landlord enters the penthouse, which is suprisingly tidy. It has been put to uhh... 'good' use.::

"This is one of my favorites..."

::He tosses the keys on a sidetable and turns to leave.::

"Good times..."

::He waddles back to his office.::

(This will do. Better summon Lenin's ass over here.)

::He concentrates his mystical energy, deep breathes gradually becoming painful moaning. He pauses the process, turning his head to the front door.::

"Second thought. I need the time to myself."

::Luke walks to the front door, shutting it and then locking it. He turns away, stripping his clothing at the door and walking towards the bathroom for a shower.::

::Luke enters the bathroom, first eyeing how clean the room was. He picks up a bar of soap and walks into the sliding glass shower. With a turn of the knob, scolding water sprays from the shower head.::

(Ow! Better turn the temperature down a bit. Nah. Forget about it. I need to stop whining for once. Hmm. I wonder if there is any shampoo in...here...?)

::He turns around, noticing the bottle of shampoo in the corner. He lathers his body with soap, rinsing it after going through this thorough washing. Luke pours the shampoo into his hand and rubs it liberally in his brown hair, being careful not to let it irritate his blue eyes.::

::After rinsing out his hair and turning off the water, Luke leaves the shower and wraps a towel around his waist. A trail of excess water is left as he walks to the front door. He looks down to his damaged wardrobe.::

(Damn. Wonder where I can get more clothing. Black clothing and a trenchcoat sounds typical of a demon hunting vigilante. Oh, I need to call the Auction House as well as the Magic Shop for my weapons.)

::He looks around the living room, noticing the lack of a phone. Luke unlocks the door and opens it.::

(No phone? Hmm. Maybe I can use my neighbor's phone until I speak with the Landlord.)

::Luke leaves the penthouse, locking the door behind him. He heads onto his next door neighbor's residence, which happens to be Chloe's Apartment, wearing only the towel wrapped around his waist.::

::Luke returns to his home, dropping his towel next to his tattered clothing. He looks to said clothing for yet another time.::

(Aw, the hell with this. It's not like that filthy bastard would care about my charred clothing.)

::He picks up the clothing and puts them back on, exiting the penthouse again and strolls down the Hallway.::

::Luke enters the penthouse, searching for somewhere to put the telephone in his left hand. After scanning for a telephone jack in the wall, he approaches the conveniently placed table, setting the phone on top of it. He grabs the cable, connecting it into the phone itself.::

(And a plug here and, voila! The telephone is installed.)

::He connects the cable to the wall, completing the installation.::

(Now. To call Buckland's)

::Luke picks up the telephone and calls Buckland Auction House::

Please wait...

::Luke's energy is restored as the clone returns to his body.::

Sorry, there was no answer. Try again later. Biatch.

(Bastards. Maybe they aren't open. I think I'll practice my power some more. The more I do that, the longer I can stay away from Lenin. Right. Like I can avoid him for the rest of my life.)

::Luke pulls out Lenin's cigarettes from his pocket, placing it between his lips as he walks into the Hallway.::

::Luke comes back to his much abandoned penthouse, scanning to see if anyone had broke in while he was gone. Convinced that nothing was broken, he locks the front door behind him. He pulls off his trenchcoat and throws it across the living room. After doing that, his black shirt comes off and drops to the wooden floor. He plops down on his couch and turns on the television, as the show Angel conveniently begins.::

(Mmm...evil lawyers. Great, I'm obsessing over evil again. Just relax, Luke and just...be here...doing nothing. That's something Lenin might say.)

::Luke pulls off his bandage, though the wound was clearly far from healed.::

(I must be out of my mind. I can't just sit here. May as well play Marco Polo with Lenin and test my limits.)

::He concentrates his stored energy, attempting to materialize Lenin in the parking lot near the Front Entrance.::

(Marco...)

(Didn't work...whatever...I need something to drink. A lot to drink...)

::Luke slowly stands up, retrieving his shirt and trenchcoat. After doing that, Luke locks up his penthouse and finds himself in the Hallway.::

::Luke re-enters his penthouse, locking the door behind him. He puts the athames, books, journal and spirit board on the coffee table. He walks across the room to close the window blinds and returns to the table.

Anxious to speak to the dead, Luke decides to make use of the spirit board. He uses a gliding marker (or whatever the hell it is called), moving it across the marble board gently.::

I - W I S H - T O - S P E A K - W I T H - ...

::He thinks of a name to summon. Intrigued by possibly calling someone from as far back as the Salem Witch Trials or even beyond, Luke chooses a name at random.::

...P R U D E N C E

(That has to bring about someone from the Salem Witch Trials with all of the "Prudence" and "Deliverance" and other "-ence" names. It's not like there is actually a person from modern times named Prudence or anything.)

[The pointer begins to tremble.]

P R U D E N C E - I S - C O M I N G

O H - C H R I S T - I - H A T E - T H E S E - D A M N - T H I N G S - W H A T - D O - Y O U - W A N T

::He feels the pointer shake vigorously and observes the spectacle.::

(Shit! It worked!)

::Luke thinks of what to say, then transcribes this with the use of his pointer.::

A R E - Y O U - P R U D E N C E

Y E S

D A M N - P E R F O R M A N C E - A N X I E T Y - D O - Y O U - S E E - A N Y T H I N G - B A D - H A P P E N I N G - T O - M E - O R - L E N I N - I N - T H E - I M M E D I A T E - F U T U R E

I - D O N T - K N O W - W H O - Y O U - A R E - T R Y - P H O E B E - H A L L I W E L L - F O R - F U T U R E - S I G H T

W H O - I S - P H O E B E - H A L L I W E L L

L E - S I G H - - - G O - T O - A - C L U B - C A L L E D - P 3 - Y O U - W I L L - F I N D - H E R - T H E R E

[The pointer shudders as the spirit leaves.]

::Luke takes a moment to digest this information and loses the connection he had with Prue, which seemed obvious as the pointer no longer had this magnetic-like pull.::

"How the hell am I supposed to get into P3 without security blocking my entrance? A ha!"

(Great. I am speaking to myself. I do it all the time anyway, with Lenin, so whatever.)

::Luke stands up to slide the coffee table away from the center of the carpet and sits down there with his legs crossed. Cracking his knuckles, Luke closes his eyes to focus on this long distance projection, attempting to materialize Lenin at the restroom in P3.::

::Lenin buggers off to P3.::

::Feeling Lenin leaving his body and jaunting off to the club, Luke takes the thick journal he bought from the Magic Shop. He thought about the Wiccan for a moment, realizing that he left her there alone to pick up the incense. He quickly shifts over to the book.::

(Page one. What type of spell would be necessary for a witch like myself to use for protection? Well, considering that they are rather sneaky, making an uncloaking spell will do.)

::He begins to brainstorm a spell that would be for uncloaking invisibility.::

"Out of sensing, out of sight,
bend the rays of all this light.
Using all of their magical might,
to make them visible through day and night."

::The handle of the door jiggles furiously as the mermaid tries to get inside to see Luke, not quite understanding the concept of locks.::

::Luke hears the doorknob jiggle near the entrance. He puts down the pen and walks to the door with one of his athames. He looks through the peekhole of the door, seeing the mermaid struggling to get in. Luke stabs the athame into the door, allowing it to "stand" on the door with the blade tip. He swings the door open, smiling a bit.::

"Are you sure you have the right house, ma'am?"

::The mermaid barges past Luke and into his penthouse.::

"Nice place."

::She notes while taking in her surroundings, then turns to face Luke.::

"What's your power?"

::Paz sticks his head around the corner of the doorframe, before meekly stepping in::

"Sorry to barge in and all but this cazy lady is kinda on the run from me..."

::Paz gestures to the mermaid::

"..heh, don't listen to her, she's crazy insane. Lost her marbles...she bites too. She's bad, you should keep away...heh"

::With a nervous smile on his face Paz waits for the guy to speak::

(Oh my lord, I am crazy...why did I do this?)

::The mermaid stares disdainfully at Paz and looks to Luke, pleading eyes and all.::

"Get rid of him, please! He's been following me and won't go away!"

"Following you?..."

(Only to stop you exposing me to the whole fucking town and also to prevent you from causing anarchy...I have a feeling you will do that! Fish lady!)

::Paz looks at Luke and rolls his eyes::

"See, crazy...loco"

::Paz grabs the mermaids arm with one hand whist using the other to gesture 'crazy' to one side of his head, all whilst laughing nervously::

"Look..."

(what's her name?)

"...I only want to help you, if you let me then i'll do all I can."

"Let go of me!"

::The mermaid struggles in Paz's grasp and pulls away from him, scuttling over to Luke and hiding behind his protective mass.::

"Help me, please. He's after me."

(Dammit, she's gonna get me beaten up! Mermaid whore)

::He looks at the mermaid::

"Look, I thought you wanted my help. Stop playing the helpless innocent and tell me what you want me to do"

(Right, this guy is gonna believe the random strange guy over a semi-naked blonde fox? Like that'll work. Unless he's of my persuasion....which I doubt....but wouldn't mind)

"Whoever you are, get the hell out. Obviously, she doesn't want you here and neither do I, this being my penthouse and all. This is your only chance."

::Luke pulls the athame off the door, pointing it at Paz while holding back the Mermaid, though unintentionally at a pleasurable part of her body, wherever that place may be.::

(Is my hand where I think it is?)

(Man, freaky dude with a knife....violent much?)

"Ok, i'll leave. Feel free to fillet the fish."

::He nods toward the mermaid and Luke::

"If you need any help, you know where I am"

::Paz turns and begins to walk out of the apartment::

(Ew, was his hand where I thought it was?)

::He dissapears into the hallway::

::Luke releases his hand from the Mermaid, realizing that it was a little violating. He slams the door shut and locks it behind him. Luke stabs the athame into the door in the same spot and turns around to the Mermaid.::

"I'm...I'm sorry for, uh, touching you there. However, the moronic stalker is gone. My name is Luke and you would be...?"

::Luke's power is restored as Lenin returns into his body.::

(Well bro, I didn't find this Pheeble Halibut person but we're not banned, AND I got to look up a hot redhead's skirt!)

(It was Phoebe Halliwell, but that's besides the point...)

::He looks the mermaid, giving her his now trademark boy next door grin, though he was hardly that by any means.::

"What did he want with you, anyway? Come and sit down."

::He escorts the Mermaid to the couch, waiting for her to answer both of his questions.::

"Ah, you know."

(Because I don't.)

::She sits and peers curiously at Luke.::

"So what's your power?"