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[ Accidental Video ] Your Very Nature is Hazardous to Your Furniture

"--a messy eater, Eric." The tablet focuses on Godric's elbow, very near the screen. Beyond him is a blur of white and red that eventually comes into focus, somewhat alarmingly, into a white couch with blood spilled on it. Visitors will recognize it as one of the couches in the living room at the nest. The stark contrast between white cloth and rich, red blood is rather pretty if you're into that sort of thing.

"Why you insist on white furniture is beyond me." Eric's voice, just off-screen and mildly exasperated.

"I like it. It isn't as if I can't afford to get it reupholstered. But we should probably attempt to clean it." Godric's voice again, serene but vaguely concerned at the last. Then Eric snorts, shifts, and his elbow comes into the shot, a little farther from the tablet, a little closer to the couch. Some of his torso is visible too.

"We should have people for that sort of thing. You shouldn't have to bother with it." Godric's elbow moves up and down as he gives a small shrug.

"I don't mind. Do you want Extras in the nest?" There's a short silence. Eric doesn't respond verbally, but Godric chuckles. "I thought not."

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Eric puts his hands on his hips, staring at the couch. He really didn't want to clean it, but if that's what Godric wanted to do then so be it. And sooner rather than later. It wouldn't do either of them any good trying to get a stain out that's already completely sunk into the fabric. "Do we have all the cleaning supplies we need?" he asks Godric over his shoulder.

"If not, we can hatch something." Godric leans down to take a closer look at the fabric, as if it will reveal some secret. "Seltzer water ought to do it, if we're quick."

One does not remain a vampire for thousands of years without learning a trick or two for getting blood out of cloth. Still, no matter how many times one does this, it always feels oddly domestic.

Screw domestic. If Ginger were here, Eric would glamour her into doing this. Chances are, even with seltzer water, they won't be able to get the entire stain out.

"After you." Eric gestures for Godric to go ahead of him and start getting what he thought they would need to start the cleaning process.

If Ginger were here, Godric would reflexively snap her neck after a day of startled screaming, and then he'd immediately feel bad about it. After a moment's thought (not too long, can't let it set), Godric fetches some carbonated water and a towel and begins to blot away the stain. It goes quickly at first, soaking into the towel and out of the couch.

Poor Ginger. She's extremely good to have around in a pinch though, even if she's dumb as a rock and screams over the slightest thing.

When Kara alerts Godric the tablet is on, Eric takes over the dabbing. His motions are a lot less patient than Godric's, but it's getting the job done. Mostly. The couch probably won't be the same again after this.

Uhm... Godric? Tablet's on.

Godric starts and turns, leaning down to look at his tablet. He looks rather confused as he lifts it and stares at the screen.

"Thank you. I'm sorry, do we know one another?" He's sure he would remember meeting someone quite so unique.

It's, ah, it's Kara. I got caught up in the hamsters latest bit of madness and switched bodies with someone.

Godric's eyebrows climb toward his hairline.

"...I see. Hello, Kara. Has this happened to many people?" This is not actually what he wants to say. What he wants to say is not fit for polite company and unfairly insults hamsters who are not sentient jackasses.

Enough people that I'm not feeling quite as strange as I could be.

"I have no idea if that is a comfort or not," he muses. "That must be...quite an adjustment." He looks pointedly at her new body. It's the most polite possible way of asking how she's dealing with suddenly being a blue centaur.

She sighs and rubs a hand over her forehead. «It's not, really,» she admits. «But I'm... trying to look on the bright side. It's a little hard, though.»

"...yikes. That stain will definitely be difficult to get out."

She should know, considering blood on furniture is something she dealt with a lot.

That voice alone is unwelcome enough; that voice accompanied by flippant, uncharacteristic words temporarily rob Godric of speech. He stares at the screen, unable to discern if he's being mocked, and too quick to anger when confronted by that particular face.

It doesn't occur to him right off that Drusilla has been a victim of the body-swapping he's just learned about from Kara, because that would require slow, logical thought, and that's something that Godric is quickly becoming incapable of. It's difficult to be logical when overwhelmed with homicidal urges.

...okay, this is weird. She isn't used to receiving this kind of glacial treatment here in Taxon - from Godric of all people - so getting it is kinda disconcerting. Almost scary, actually, considering she's aware of just how powerful his type of vampire is.

"Um, Godric? Is everything--"

Then it clicks, because not everything is 'all right'. Hello, evidence right here, with the body she's using to express herself. If there's someone out there who hates Drusilla as much as Cordelia does? She's talking to him right now.

"I'm sorry. I should've said something earlier. It's... Cordelia." Awkwardly, she raises a hand and waves. "Hi."

It takes a bit of time before Cordy's statement really breaks through the rising fog of rage and sinks in, but eventually it does. There's an even briefer moment of bewilderment immediately afterwords, but that passes in a flash. This is what Kara was talking about.

With the knowledge that this is Cordelia and not Drusilla, Godric simmers down immediately. He is not, however, entirely comfortable or entirely calm. Speaking to a friend through an enemy's face is emotional whiplash at best.

"Cordelia." He pauses, vaguely awkward and distantly outraged. "I don't think I appreciate our hamster friends' sense of humor."

She can understand the awkwardness and outrage because, well, she's feeling a whole lot of them right now. "You and me both," Cordelia says dryly. Hearing Drusilla's voice as she talks, seeing her hands as she moves? Not something she'll get used to. She can only pray she won't have to get used to it. "It's like an epidemic of some sort. I'm glad you got spared, though."

...well, Cordelia will be a whole lot gladder if she got spared too, but that's just wishful thinking right now.

When Godric goes cold and silent at the sound of Cordelia's new voice on the tablet, Eric takes notice. He stops what he's doing and glances over at his maker, clearly curious, but also concerned.

Once Cordelia clears everything up by revealing she is indeed herself, just in another body, Eric goes over to see who's body she's in, leaving the bloody towel on the couch. He's never heard that voice before and he's certainly never seen her, but if Godric's reaction is anything to go by, well.

"So, who's body do I have the pleasure of looking at?"

Cordelia frowns, then shakes her head. She's unclear about whether or not Eric knows about what has happened to both her and Godric several months ago, at the hands of The Master and Drusilla. She's about to find out now, though.

"It's... Drusilla's," she replies. "Do you know her, Eric?"

Godric doesn't react in time to prevent Cordelia from answering Eric's question. He'd hoped to avoid mentioning Drusilla and reminding Eric of her hand in his torture, if only because Godric is still so conflicted about what to do about it. On the one hand, he would gleefully tear the insane vampire limb from limb. On the other, he would make an enemy of Angel by doing so, and that's a friendship he has no wish to lose. Involving Eric is only one more complication, and he simultaneously fears and hopes for what Eric might do behind his back.

His expression levels out into something utterly neutral. He can't prevent his feelings from seeping over the bond, but he can keep tight control over his feelings. The fact that this reaction alone is telling is something that Godric does his best to ignore.

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Oh yes, he knows about what happened and he's none too pleased about it all. With a sideways glance at Godric, he answers Cordelia, "Not personally, no. But I've heard of her."

Despite Godric's efforts at keeping his expression neutral and containing his emotions, Eric can still sense the conflict Godric is feeling. Fortunately, Eric has no such issues or worries about making enemies among the vampires here and he would happily do anything to avenge Godric.

Well that clears things up a bit. Of course, there is a part of Cordelia that wants to find out just how much Eric knows about Miss Loony Bin 2001, but in the meantime she won't. At least, not yet.

That resolve lasts for all of two minutes.

"So... you know about what happened?"

"I told him." Godric shoots Cordelia a quelling look that he suspects will be ignored outright. The last thing Eric needs is encouragement, but to verbally warn Cordelia off right in front of him will only make him more curious. Halting the conversation now will only lead to Eric seeking out Cordelia later.

Eric nods in agreement with Godric's statement. "I know exactly what happened." Eric doesn't do anything to hide the displeasure he feels about that whole situation.

"That's good," she says to both vampires. At least now she doesn't have to be in a position to tell Eric anything, or add to the grisly, painful tale that Godric has no doubt told him about. Not that she wants to. ...okay, that's a lie, since she does, but.

"Well, at least now you have a face to associate the deeds with," Cordelia says. "Except she really isn't this coherent. Or sane."

Yes, thank you, Cordelia. Now Eric knows precisely who he wants to kill. The worst part is that there's a large part of Godric cheering that he can't be held accountable for any unfortunate incidents that may arise as a result of this conversation. The more reasonable part of him is countering with a reminder that that is not necessarily true, and the whole situation is precisely the kind of complicated that doesn't sit well with convenient solutions.

"No, she isn't. How are you handling this, Cordelia?" Time to change the subject, and it's a pertinent question, besides.

Not her intention! Although she will definitely not hold it against Eric if he did decide to do something with Drusilla. As long as he doesn't act now that Cordelia's in it, but Eric will definitely be welcomed to do anything he wished to Drusilla after the glitch has ended.

The question makes her sigh and look away. "I'm... as well as I can be," Cordelia replies. "If one doesn't count the suddenly-I'm-a-vamp aspect of it all. And the--cravings." She focuses her attention on the bloodstained couch for a second, before looking at Godric again. She's just drank blood, damnit. Why is she hungry again?

Wesley had meant to just let Godric know that the tablet was on, but instead he finds himself staring at the stark red stain on the couch and unconsciously licking his lips.

Godric doesn't notice immediately, concentrating as he is on the bloodstain. When he turns, he sees Spike out of the corner of his eye and does a double-take before looking at the other vampire inquisitively.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't stare. It's just...I'm afraid I'm having difficulty with this."

In his agitation, Wesley's forgotten that Godric may still think it's Spike he's dealing with.

"I've heard that your world has a blood substitute. Is it palatable?"

The Gump watches with blatant intrigue, and decides to poke his nose into someone else's business yet again. He tut-tuts, shaking his head. Behind him, the bustle of a generic coffe shop entirely run by Extras.

(This being twice his usual size is SO MUCH FUN. Point of fact: bar stools)

"Someone be a naughty boy."

[ 'damon' clucks his tongue in mock-disapproval. ]

Messy, messy.

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