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Oct. 18th, 2014 09:46 pmOpen Spam -- Ship Deck.
[Somehow she never anticipated ending up on a prison barge flying through space. Then again, she'd never seen Pylea coming either. Or falling for Angel. Or nearly ending the world. For someone used to getting visions from The Powers That Be, it was actually pretty damned ironic, really. She knew it was worth it though. Because for as much as she admired and respected Angel, she knew eventually he was going to need help again.
She could have been selfish in this case. If he'd had a clue, Angel would have no doubt encouraged her to be selfish. To use this deal with the Admiral to give herself another shot at life. She could still help him, could still guide him while being literally at his side. The problem with that was...she didn't trust the Powers anymore. Not with the day to day stuff. Not when it came to using her against Angel and Wesley and the others. And when it came right down to it, she didn't trust herself with Angel on a day to day basis anymore, either.
The Admiral wasn't exactly someone she felt she could trust, but it seemed like the lesser of two evils. She didn't buy into that better the devil you know crap. She'd known way too many devils in her short life, and the bad ones tended to be pretty damned bad. So she made a deal with an unknown entity and now she was standing on the ship's deck, staring at the stars all around in something akin to amazement.]
Well. Hopefully this isn't another fine mess you've gotten yourself into, Cordy.
Later -- Public Video.
[The video feed clicks on and you can see Cordelia perched at the end of her bed, legs folded in front of her. She's just arrived on the Barge, and she's talked to a couple of people and discovered things happening right now aren't exactly normal. Which she's pretty relieved about.]
So let me get this straight.
[She ticks off her points on her fingers as she speaks.]
There's some kind of flood going on and not everyone is themselves. We have no idea when the effects are going to be reversed. Is there some kind of big list of who's affected and who's not? Because that'd be helpful, especially for a new person like me.
[And of course now is the time she'd arrive on the Barge. Good thing she's got some experience with general chaos.]
I'm Cordelia, and I'm from Sunnydale, California. Or...most recently Los Angeles, I guess, but originally from Sunnydale. Which apparently no longer even exists unless you count a giant crater as a town. But...that's not why I'm here. I'm here to help. So if you need someone to kick your butt into gear, I'm your girl.
[Somehow she never anticipated ending up on a prison barge flying through space. Then again, she'd never seen Pylea coming either. Or falling for Angel. Or nearly ending the world. For someone used to getting visions from The Powers That Be, it was actually pretty damned ironic, really. She knew it was worth it though. Because for as much as she admired and respected Angel, she knew eventually he was going to need help again.
She could have been selfish in this case. If he'd had a clue, Angel would have no doubt encouraged her to be selfish. To use this deal with the Admiral to give herself another shot at life. She could still help him, could still guide him while being literally at his side. The problem with that was...she didn't trust the Powers anymore. Not with the day to day stuff. Not when it came to using her against Angel and Wesley and the others. And when it came right down to it, she didn't trust herself with Angel on a day to day basis anymore, either.
The Admiral wasn't exactly someone she felt she could trust, but it seemed like the lesser of two evils. She didn't buy into that better the devil you know crap. She'd known way too many devils in her short life, and the bad ones tended to be pretty damned bad. So she made a deal with an unknown entity and now she was standing on the ship's deck, staring at the stars all around in something akin to amazement.]
Well. Hopefully this isn't another fine mess you've gotten yourself into, Cordy.
Later -- Public Video.
[The video feed clicks on and you can see Cordelia perched at the end of her bed, legs folded in front of her. She's just arrived on the Barge, and she's talked to a couple of people and discovered things happening right now aren't exactly normal. Which she's pretty relieved about.]
So let me get this straight.
[She ticks off her points on her fingers as she speaks.]
There's some kind of flood going on and not everyone is themselves. We have no idea when the effects are going to be reversed. Is there some kind of big list of who's affected and who's not? Because that'd be helpful, especially for a new person like me.
[And of course now is the time she'd arrive on the Barge. Good thing she's got some experience with general chaos.]
I'm Cordelia, and I'm from Sunnydale, California. Or...most recently Los Angeles, I guess, but originally from Sunnydale. Which apparently no longer even exists unless you count a giant crater as a town. But...that's not why I'm here. I'm here to help. So if you need someone to kick your butt into gear, I'm your girl.
