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

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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"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?"

"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."

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

"I've missed your terms of endearment." 'Freak-o', really. That one might even have been new, and she'd heard quite a few similar things from Cordelia over the years.

"With your puny human arms?" What, it's a helpful suggestion.

She might have mellowed down or whatever, but her terms of endearment? They would always be very... endearing. You know, after the barbs had been removed.

"Who said the hit had to be physical? I could always attack your fashion sense."

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with my fashion sense."

Oh no, not this legendary debate.

"Pft, please. Don't let me count the ways."

...aren't you glad she's back, Buffy?

She made a sound that was vaguely approximate to 'humph'.

"I think I preferred you when you thought I was called Nifre."

Oh hello, moment of utter mortification! Cordelia chuckled at that reminder.

"You mean when I was Ms. Pleasant and Manners? Well, tough luck. You just have to wait for me to get glitched again."

...which was so totally not a dare to the moronic aliens. Of course.