011: [visual] & [location: Hyperion Hotel] Trying hard not to remember that I didn't

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

She had just finished cleaning up her room in the Hyperion Hotel. It had taken her a few days to find the right place for all the things she owned - and she had quite a lot of stuff. Clothes, shoes, accessories... there were so many. The person she was trying to remember - Cordelia Chase - was obviously fond of them. It comforted her to discover that little tidbit about herself.

With a small smile, she looked around her room. She opted to stay here, rather than going back to her apartment. Not that that place didn't suit her taste. It was just that staying here in the hotel and knowing that Liam and Wesley were just around the corner was enough to make her feel safer - especially since Taxon gave off a weird, scary vibe.

"Okay," she said, finally reaching the bottom of the last box. "I guess that's--"

BAM.

Much like last time, the pain and the buzzing in her head surprised her. She took several steps back until the back of her knees collided with the bed. Sinking on the mattress, she rubbed her temples and closed her eyes. Any moment now, the dizziness and nausea would pass. It should.

And after a few minutes, it did.

"Damn it you alien freaks! That was not funny!" she said loudly, looking up and addressing the ceiling. That had to be a glitch. She'd just been glitched, with the whole forgetting-everything-and-then-remembering-that-she-did-forget-everything part! God that was confusing, not to mention embarrassing. Yeah, not a good feeling in general.

Cordelia stood and crossed her arms. Ugh. What a nightmare. "Thought it'd be great to mess with my head, didn't you? Oh yeah, let's see how fabulous it would be after I figure out a way to make you pay, you ugly, bald, bug-eyed... retards!"

[OOC: Glitch over! :)]

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[Voice]

[intuitivewiccan.livejournal.com]

[Cordelia doesn't exactly sound happy, so this makes Tara curious and concerned and she has to ask.]

Hello? Are--are you okay?

[The question was, of course, rhetorical, but it seemed like the best way to start a conversation at the moment.]

[Voice]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

[Well hello there, person whose voice she doesn't recognize! Still immersed in anger over her less-than-stellar week, she doesn't hold back on her irritation as she replies:]

Yes, because naturally I rant like a crazy person when I'm okay.

[...cue a sigh.]

Sorry about that. Just... just woke up from a crappy glitch, that's all. I didn't mean to... you know.

[Voice]

[intuitivewiccan.livejournal.com]

No, no, i-it's okay. It was a dumb question. S-sorry. Um...I know glitches can be...I-I had a bad one before.

[She takes a deep breath to stop herself from rambling further]

Are-are you okay, now?

[Voice]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

You did? Wow. This place just gets suckier and suckier.

[Cordelia smiles now. For some reason, this person reminds her of Fred.]

Yeah, I am. A bit on the edge, but generally? Very okay now, since my memories are now... you know. Here. Thanks.

[Voice]

[intuitivewiccan.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it...I-I went...crazy? It was the same thing that happened to me before, um, we had this...I-I know it probably sounds weird, but my friends and I, we-we had this hellgod after us back home. Her name was Glory. She did something to my brain and...this place glitched me so the same thing h-happened again.

It's done a-a lot of weird things. But some good things, too.

[Tara relaxes a bit, knowing the woman is all right, if not a bit perturbed. And rightfully so.]

That's good. I-I'm glad to hear that. I'm Tara, by the way.

[Voice]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

No, don't worry. Hellgod? Doesn't sound weird at all. Kinda like something we usually encounter in LA every Thursday, to be honest.

...really? Ugh. That must've been horrible to go through again. I'm sorry. Although my glitch was... I don't think it's happened to me before. You know, back home?

[Tara? Hmm. That's a familiar name, although Cordelia couldn't really place why it is.]

I'm Cordelia Chase. Have you been here long, Tara?

[Voice]

[intuitivewiccan.livejournal.com]

Oh. That's...that sounds a bit like Sunnydale. What, uh, what other stuff you encounter?

It's...okay, now. I-I hope there aren't anymore awful glitches for you, or-or anyone.

[Tara always stutters a bit around people she's unfamiliar with, although...that name sounds familiar to her, too. Then, she realizes where she's heard it.]

Cordelia? You-you lived in Sunnydale, right? You knew...Buffy and Xander a-and Willow?

[ voice ]

[notsawbones.livejournal.com]

Retards? That's a new one.

[ voice ]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

What. You don't think they are?

[ voice ]

[notsawbones.livejournal.com]

I'd have much more colourful language to refer to them to, but retarded? I'm sure Spock would lecture you how the people responsible for doing this are probably anything but mentally deficient.

[ OOC: I hope it's okay with you to assume Angel asked Bones to check up on Cordy off screen? ]

[ voice ]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

And this Spock person is...?

[ OOC: That'd be great, actually! :) ]

[ voice ]

[notsawbones.livejournal.com]

Another member of our crew... pointy ears, spouts logic all the time.

[ voice ]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

Oh. So His Logicness would tell me that these aliens aren't retarded? Because if you ask me, they are. What with the urge to just, you know, randomly pick on a random person to randomly play with and screw over mentally?

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[undoing.livejournal.com]

Angel had been passing by Cordelia's room on the way to the stairs when he'd caught wind of her shouting at the supposedly aliens who were keeping them captive here. Unsure of what was going on -- and for the love of God, if it was something in addition to the amnesia she'd been cursed with, he'd go out and hunt those aliens down personally -- he stopped and knocked.

"Cordy? Everything okay in there?"

[ location: hyperion hotel ]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

Cordelia yelped, heart jumping at the sound. Not like she expected the aliens to reply or anything, but the timing was just... yeah.

Recognizing Angel's voice, she willed herself to calm down and breathe before walking to her door and opening it.

"You mean aside from the fact that I've realized the aliens have had their jollies with little ol' me? Yeah, just fantastic, thanks."

[ location: hyperion hotel ]

[undoing.livejournal.com]

That yelp almost made Angel break through the door, but thankfully she opened it for him not too long after he spoke up. And when she did spoke, it was in a way that struck him as Cordelia and not as the amnesiatic person he'd been trying to help over the past week. Realizing the aliens had their jollies with her? That must mean that...

"You remember?"

[ location: hyperion hotel ]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

"What? Being all Ms. Oh-my-God-what's-going-on-who-am-I-who-are-you for the past week?" She looked down at her feet. "Yeah. I do. Kinda wished I didn't."

Cordelia turned around and walked back to her bed. "That was some glitch. I mean - at least I think it was a glitch. Do you know what glitches are?"

[ location: hyperion hotel ]

[undoing.livejournal.com]

"Yeah...that. You remember who you are and all that happened during that?" Like his revealing of his real name? He'd just gotten used to responding to that again, too. He didn't hate the name as much when it was coming out of her mouth.

He followed her inside, a confused look taking over his features as he echoed, "...glitch? What glitch? What's a glitch?"

[ location: hyperion hotel ]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Pretty much. Even the test that Wesley did on me to check if I was sick which, I'm glad to say, I wasn't."

Cordelia sat on the bed. "A glitch is... well, it's something weird that just sort of happens to someone here in Taxon. One minute a person's fine, the next... bam. No memories of any kind." She rubbed her arms. "I've only seen it happen a few times actually, and it's not the same gig for everyone, but it was enough to make me wonder when my turn will be. You know, in the oh-god-please-I-hope-not kind of way."

Well, of course there was that lovely nun glitch of hers during Halloween night but Cordelia didn't feel the need to share the fact that she had been severely terrorized by one loony vampire and then, as if that wasn't enough, she had also been asked to dance by one of the ubervamps.

Yeah.

"I'm just glad it's over," she told him. And, as though picking up on his thoughts Cordelia said, "Liam."

[visual]

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

"...I think you told 'em."

Okay, Buffy's tone might have been slightly on the amused side, but it was quite a relief to hear Cordelia back to her usual rant-y self.

[visual]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "I think I would've felt better if I was able to stick something sharp and pointy down their throats or through their eyeballs."

Not that ranting didn't have merits, but killing things were much more satisfying than shouting at them.

[visual]

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

"Points for graphic." Buffy made a suitably grossed out face at Cordelia's choice of language. "And yes, impotent yelling does lack the satisfaction value of... umm, potent... killing and I think I lost track of my witticism somewhere around here."

Her complete failure to form a coherent sentence aside, she then added, much more simply. "It's good to have you back."

[visual]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

"You? Lose your wits? No." She shook her head as if to reinforce her point.

Cordelia grinned. "Thanks, Buffy! It really is. Although the next time something like this happens to me? You have my authorization to just knock me out of my misery, okay?"

[visual]

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you'd be surprised."

She returned the smile, looking a bit mischievous perhaps. "So you're giving me a licence to knock you unconscious? I'd be careful with that, Cordelia."

[visual]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

"Not at every available opportunity, freak-o," she replied with one eyebrow raised. "Obviously. Because I will hit back. Somehow."