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010: [visual] & [location: Hyperion Hotel] Don't mean to sound all movie-of-the-week or anything
"Guys, let's have a chat, shall we? I'll go to the hotel. You better be there when I come in." These words were spoken in a sweet tone, but the intent behind them was far from sweet. Finally, finally after several weeks of wondering - should I, shouldn't I ask? - Cordelia had come to a decision. And it wasn't pretty.
She went to a hatch and took out a bottle of vodka - something she deemed was necessary for her chat with Angel and Wesley. She'd get one man drunk or bash the other over the head with it - whatever's necessary to get some answers. She's tired of playing the ignorant role that they've unwittingly assigned to her, and damnit, Cordelia was going to listen to how the hell her friends ended up working for the enemy. She knew she wouldn't like it - but at least she would know.
"Angel?" she called, stepping into the hotel. She deposited her tablet on the counter. "Wesley! Where are you? I need to--"
BAM.
The room spun, and somewhere in her head there was an incessant buzzing. The bottle she held crashed to the floor, breaking into pieces and spraying liquid everywhere. Cordelia took several steps back, her mind numb and aching and geez, was it a vision? Impossible! Visions weren't supposed to hurt anymore since she was--
--lost?
When she opened her eyes, she found herself alone in a lobby of some sort. There was a broken bottle in front of her; where did it come from? Frowning, she avoided the mess and looked around. No. She wasn't afraid. She wasn't!
"Hello?" she called timidly, heading towards the counter. "Anyone here?" She picked up a phone-like thing and peered at it curiously. "What... where the hell am I?"
[Cordelia's amnesia glitch. Hello salty confusion!]
She went to a hatch and took out a bottle of vodka - something she deemed was necessary for her chat with Angel and Wesley. She'd get one man drunk or bash the other over the head with it - whatever's necessary to get some answers. She's tired of playing the ignorant role that they've unwittingly assigned to her, and damnit, Cordelia was going to listen to how the hell her friends ended up working for the enemy. She knew she wouldn't like it - but at least she would know.
"Angel?" she called, stepping into the hotel. She deposited her tablet on the counter. "Wesley! Where are you? I need to--"
BAM.
The room spun, and somewhere in her head there was an incessant buzzing. The bottle she held crashed to the floor, breaking into pieces and spraying liquid everywhere. Cordelia took several steps back, her mind numb and aching and geez, was it a vision? Impossible! Visions weren't supposed to hurt anymore since she was--
--lost?
When she opened her eyes, she found herself alone in a lobby of some sort. There was a broken bottle in front of her; where did it come from? Frowning, she avoided the mess and looked around. No. She wasn't afraid. She wasn't!
"Hello?" she called timidly, heading towards the counter. "Anyone here?" She picked up a phone-like thing and peered at it curiously. "What... where the hell am I?"
[Cordelia's amnesia glitch. Hello salty confusion!]
[ location: hyperion hotel] oh god angel hates you.
"Cordy? Are you okay? What did you see?"
[ location: hyperion hotel] It had to be done!
She frowned at him, brows drawn together. See? What was he talking about?
"W-what do you mean?" she asked, hand coming up to free herself from his grasp. "See?"
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He caught the tablet in his free hand before it could hit the ground, setting it wordlessly on the counter it had been deposited onto before she'd picked it back up after her vision -- or, what Angel believed to be a vision. Why it was hurting her, he didn't know. The demon part of her was supposed to prevent that. If this place was doing something to her to make the vision cause her pain again...
"The vision." Angel didn't question her moving out of his grasp, assuming she was still angry with him over withholding information from her. "What did you see in your vision?"
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Okay. Weirdness, thy name was... well, whatever this man's name was.
She blinked at him repeatedly. Vision? Huh?
"I think-- I mean, sorry, but... do I know you?"
There! That should be clear enough.
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There was sudden sinking feeling in the pit of Angel's stomach as realization washed over him. She didn't remember. Her memory was gone like it was after she... No. This couldn't be happening again. This was exactly what he was trying to prevent her from knowing about. He refused to let Jasmine take control and wreak havoc upon the unsuspecting inhabitants of Taxon, let alone force Cordelia into a corner of her mind where she was unable to break free and reach him or anyone else. He'd been so blind back then as to think that thing in her body was her. He should've seen. Why hadn't he seen?
"Cordelia. You...don't know me? I'm me. Angel."
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[location: Hyperion]
He's out on the landing and down the stairs as fast as is humanly possible. "Cordelia?" he calls worriedly. "What's wrong?"
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"Are--are you the manager?" she ventures, looking around her. "Of-- the hotel? I mean, this is a hotel, right?"
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Oh lord.
"Cordelia?" Wesley asks softly, slowly and carefully walking toward her. "We're in the Hyperion. My name is Wesley; we've worked together for two and a half years. Does any of this ring a bell?"
No no no, not here, he pleads in his mind. Not Jasmine. Not here.
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"Wesley?" she repeats. No, it doesn't ring a bell. Should it?
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[Totally making up teh magic]
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"Cor...delia...? Hey, you okay?"
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"I'm fine," she says. "I think."
She pauses. Cordelia. That's her name, right? If people kept calling her that then that should be her name.
"Thanks for asking, um...?"
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"Dexter? You know, with the gecko, and the suit thing, and... yeah," he replies uneasily. "Are you sure you're okay?"
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She shakes her head. None of this makes any sense.
"I'm not in pain, if that's what you're asking." Well, that British guy before said she was ill, or something. But how can she be ill if--
"I'm just... I don't know." Softly she adds, "Lost."
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"Do you not remember anything?" Well duh, Dexter, why else would she be acting like this? "Is anyone coming to help?"
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Sheppard was going to throw the tablet to the side when he got home from visiting Cheyenne Mountain. Good thing he didn't.
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"I am calm," she replied. Chase. Oh, right, that big guy said that was her last name. So why was this man calling her that instead of using either Cordelia or Cordy?
"Although, um... if you don't mind... who are you?"
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"Too much to drink?" He asked. "John Sheppard. We're... friends." Well, more like buddies, but still.
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Then her eyes strayed towards the broken vodka bottle in the hotel lobby. "Oh, no. That was already there when I..." Woke up? "...arrived."
John Sheppard. "We are?" she questioned. "Wesley... didn't mention you."
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"Cordelia? You okay?"
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"I'm fine, Fred! Thanks for asking."
...at least she hoped she got that name right.
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"Did you just call me Fred?"
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"Uh. Yeah? I mean, unless I call you Wini. Or... Nifre?"
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"Fred is brunette and Texan-- at least I think, we haven't really talked about it, but with the accent-- I'm tangenting. I'm Buffy. Are you all right? Did you hit your head?"
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[visual] sob so late, sorry
[visual] pffft <3
[visual] <333
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