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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[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.]

[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.

Retards? That's a new one.

What. You don't think they are?

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? ]

And this Spock person is...?

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

Edited 2009-11-13 14:02 (UTC)

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

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?

You forgot physically too.

But I didn't get--

[Pause. Pause. Pauuuuuuuuuse.]

You mean Jim, don't you.

[ The smirk could be heard in his voice. ]

Duchess of the Enterprise himself.

[ That got a laugh out of her. Always a mood lifter - being reminded of a glitch that was waaaaay worse than hers. ]

It's a shame he didn't get stuck with being a girl for a long time. Jim - I mean, Jamie - seemed like a great person, too.

It was an interesting few days, that's for sure. Funny how she seemed to use less hair products than the Kirk I know usually.

Men and hair products. I swear, they're like peanut butter and jelly.

[ This is said with authority - or as much authority as someone who's witnessed the vanity of a vampire obsessed with hair gel and mousse. ]

So. Doc. Any medical opinion on how these glitches work?

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?"

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."

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?"

There's certainly no medical explanation for them, unless they decide to rewire our heads to act like idiots every once in a while before they brought us here. Can't imagine the friendship bracelet grafted on our wrist is completely innocent either.

"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?"

Edited 2009-11-14 19:34 (UTC)

Oh, joy. So that means it's possible that that sucky week could happen to me again?

Possibly.

God. I really hate this place.

Amen to that. Try and push it out of your mind.

Yeah, because reminiscing about the times I was Ms. Frail and Fragile? Not really my idea of a good time.

[ cue a deep breath. ]

We can't really do anything about these damn glitches, can we? Ugh. Aliens. Why does it have to be aliens? Demons I'm used to, but aliens?

Edited 2009-11-14 20:03 (UTC)

And I don't particularly want to remember the time I was some old man.

[ There is a sigh from McCoy and the sound of his hand slapping against his foreheads. ]

... Demons. I'll suspend my disbelief in the whole vampire scope, but demons? No.

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