(001) Holo: Arrival: Web Date Interrupted.

[10secsofsilence.livejournal.com]

"No, no, I'm listening."

"You really aren't."

"I'm totally listening." Sam mumbled, tilting his head towards the computer sleepily and biting back a yawn. It was a week since he'd been able to talk his way into getting back to college, and his and Mikaela's first web date since then. The only problem was, it was a late one, and he'd been studying like a lunatic to catch up with his classes. A guy could only take so much.

Still, Mikaela was starting to sound a little pissed. "Sam, come on. And stop leaning out of the frame like I won't know exactly what you're doing."

He jerked from his comfortable position in his chair, now ruined by being found out, and rubbed his eyes. "Okay. I'm here. I'm up, I'm awake, I'm here." He straightened up in front of the desk, and smiled to prove it. "Here, see? And look at you, you look great. This is the best web date ever."

She tried hard not to laugh. "This is the first web date ever." She pointed out, rolling her eyes at him. "The only web date ever. And if you want to keep doing this until I can get a place there--"

"I do." Sam nodded quickly. If a guy couldn't get laid, he'd web date until he could web date no more. "I promise. I'm listening. What were you saying about the garage?"

And then she was talking again. And as hard as he tried to listen, Sam couldn't help leaning back in the chair ever so slowly. It was his Dad's fault, really, he'd bought him such a good chair. All that going on and on about how important it was for him to have something that wouldn't damage his back, because he'd be spending so much time on the computer writing paper after paper after paper after--

"Sam!"

"What?!" Sam's eyes snapped open, and he nearly fell out of his chair in an attempt to sit up again.

And then he found himself tripping and falling into a metal wall anyway. Sam yelped in a manner that was less than cool, and turned quickly, falling back against another metal wall in the process. "What the... What the hell?"

A metal room. A metal room that he shouldn't be in. A metal room that he'd been clearly kidnapped from where he'd been to be there now.

Mikaela was going to be so pissed.

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! :)]

002: Night is Crawling and Something's Here [Visual]

[tothelightshown.livejournal.com]

After her encounter with the Ripper, DG made her way hastily back to Sanctuary Square. She didn't have a fixed plan in mind - as far as she knew, Taxon had no police force - but she knew that she had to warn people about 'Jack' before he tried to gut anyone else. His next victim might not be as lucky as she'd been.

As she'd predicted, her tablet was still sitting on the bench where she'd left it. (Her peaceful evening sketching seemed like a long time ago now. Next time, she'd stay in the palace.) With her injured arm, which was staining her beloved leather jacket with blood, cradled to her chest, DG picked up the device clumsily and switched on the visual function.

"Hello? Is this thing working?"

Her attacker had been unconscious when she'd left, thanks to a timely - and entirely accidental - magical attack. With any luck, she'd be able to gather up some reinforcements and return before he woke up. After that ... well, she wasn't sure. Hopefully the city would provide a nice prison cell for them to leave him to rot in.

"I need help," she said, without waiting for an answer. "There's a guy out there with a big knife and a bad attitude and I need to know if this place has cops or someone with their own dungeon or something else to stop him."