Illyria with a whip kinda melts my brain too....*shivers* More to the point, it seems to me as though she's gradually becoming less...well, imperious somehow. I don't know if this is intended or not...

Noticed a typo..."Unions are the downfall off efficient business." Should be "of". I hear tell that you dislike typos. ;)

This line "At least someone is please thinking of the puppies," Spike muttered and a similar one a couple paragraphs down were confusing. What is the "please" in there for? Is this an LA thing, or a reference to something I've forgotten?

I keep getting the feeling that this fic is building toward something, yet I can't say what. It's disturbing. If Angel weren't a vampire, I'd be wondering if he was hallucinating all this as he dies in the alley. Of course, perhaps he's been poisoned..... What's up with the splinters, and what is Gunn up to? My brain is straining to figure it out, and that is always good.

Somehow a very engaging fic, for this sort of "ordinary-day" thing...