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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Oh. You're--

[And cue a little mental walkthrough, with the whole Harmony incident and Willow informing Cordelia that she had... changed.]

Well, that's um... that's great! Good for you two.

[Killed. By Oz? Hoboy. Cordelia sighs at that. So, not only does this place take people from different times, they snatch people from different worlds, too?]

Hmm. Now I get it. With you guys both here and alive, well that's just a beautiful, beautiful thing. I'm happy for you. God knows we all need a bit of happy in our lives.

[Wistful? Jealous? Yeah, just a bit.]

Th-thanks. Really. Um...it was...so strange, a-at first, but wonderful. I-I guess I'm also dead in Buffy's and Dawn's world, too, so it's...a little unnerving.

But. [Tara bit her lip.] Beautiful a-and good.

[Tara is something of an empath, gifted with a powerful sense of intuition. Even if she didn't have that ability, it wasn't too difficult to tell that Cordelia didn't sound quite so convincing. There was something missing in her voice, something almost like longing.]

D-do you have...are you...h-how are things with you? Apart from the glitch. I-I mean...do you have happy i-in your life?

I think I know how Buffy, Dawn, and Willow feel. I have a friend here, Doyle? He's... well, he died a few years ago. Somehow the aliens brought him here before he did. Unnerving... doesn't quite describe what I felt when I saw him again, actually.

[Cordelia thought about Tara's question. Does she?]

Well... to be honest? My life in LA was the exact opposite of what I was looking for. When I left Sunnydale I was hoping to find fame and fortune. Instead I found friends. Family. [A beat.] A purpose, too. So yeah, I guess I do.

[Of course, she wouldn't mind if that happiness included a bit of happy in the physical, literal sense, but she felt that part was a bit TMI to share with a person she just met today.]

Oh! I-I've met him, he's nice. [Tara's smile faltered.] He...died? I'm sorry, that must have been... [Well, having experienced Joyce's death and Buffy's death and then Willow's death, Tara knew precisely how that felt, and trying to describe it in words seemed inadequate.] It's always horrible.

That's good! I-I mean, friends and family are...worth more than anything. Before I met...everyone, I didn't have much of a family. I never imagined I'd...find one.

He is! A bit on the dorky, slightly annoying side, but he's very sweet. Please don't tell him I told you that?

[She nodded, as though Tara could see her.] It is, even though his death was... really heroic. You see, he died to save us. God, I hated him for a while after that. Angel did, too, I think.

[Cordelia paused. That sounded like her, when she first stepped in LA. No friends, no family, no money. Nothing. Until Angel found her, of course.] You mean the Scoobies?

I-I won't. He's...it's a little like what happened to Buffy. But we, um, we brought her back.

[Tara got quieter, because that was still a touchy subject, all things considered.]

The Scoobies...they're my family.

[She got quiet, too, because she remembered an ancient discussion on how that actually went down. Yeah, touchy subject indeed.]

What can I say, Scoobies get better with age.

[ooc: that's okay! ♥]

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