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[queen_cordelia]

Open 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.

Comments

[wormintheglass]

[Bianca is reclining on Iris' plum velvet couch, one German Shepherd draped over her lap and one on his back by her feet, and she's eyeing Cordelia with an air of hard-edged playfulness.]

I believe Arthas is keeping a list - he would be the tall one with the skull shoulderpads who gets his exercise jumping to conclusions.

I am Bianca. Welcome aboard, my dear.

[queen_cordelia]

Well that's a pretty distinctive description.

Hey, Bianca. Thanks for the welcome!

[shakenandlimp]

It is not a flood; it is an exchange of crew, I believe. Some of our friends are trapped aboard the sister ship to this Barge, and a dismal place it is; some of her crew are here, now.

[queen_cordelia]

Has this ever happened before?

[spam]

[americasdirtiest]

It's, uh-- pretty messy.

[Mikhail's working nearby, replacing a patch of rotted-out floorboard. If it were a couple of weeks ago, he wouldn't have said a word, but the more time goes by here without things completely sucking, the more he opens up. Now, he sets his chisel aside and sits back on his knees; wipes his sleeve -- he still stays covered to the wrists no matter how hot it gets -- across his sweaty, dusty brow; and offers her a faintly sardonic smile.]

[spam]

[queen_cordelia]

[She looks over to the speaker and cocks her head to the side, curious.]

I can see that. I've seen worse?

[It's not a lie. Her first apartment in Los Angeles had been horrible. The Hyperion had been pretty disgusting when Angel had first rediscovered it, too. She offers him a small smile in return.]

[voice]

[sickjoke]

You've got all the major points down, yes.

I'm Jack. Pleasure to meet you... well, greet you. [ He's got a voice like cloves and honey, smooth and warm. Welcoming, as he tries to be. ]

The Admiral's adding to the crew on the warden end of things, I've noticed. Really trying to keep things up, bolster our number. Hopefully this is a good thing.

[voice]

[queen_cordelia]

Hi, Jack! Nice to talk to you!

[Her voice is upbeat considering she's recently died back home, but hey. You work with what you get, right?]

Well it sounds like a good thing.

[private video]

[lydiascreams]

Not a great time to arrive, but it looks like you've got the gist of it.

I believe Chris has a list, although considering you don't know the regular version of people, I don't know how much it will help you.

I'm Lydia, also from California, but from Beacon Hills.

[private video]

[queen_cordelia]

Story of my life.

[Cordelia's words are more amused than annoyed or disgusted. Weird things are her norm.]

Hi, Lydia. I've never heard of Beacon Hills before. What's the nearest big city?

Audio

[darknessb4me]

I have a list.

Audio

[queen_cordelia]

Oh! You wouldn't happen to be Arthas, would you?

[strangehistorian]

Hello, Cordelia! Welcome to the Barge! I am Chromie, I work in the library here!

[queen_cordelia]

Hi, Chromie! Ooh, a library. I haven't had a chance to read in awhile so I'll probably be stopping by sooner rather than later.

...where is the library?

[changeitroundsome]

'Fraid you've picked the worst time to arrive here, but at least ya'll got a head start, lookin' for a list and all.

I thought the earthquakes were bad over there, but I never heard of them makin' a crater before.

[queen_cordelia]

Well, it wasn't an earthquake. It was basically an apocalypse? But it was stopped. It just left a big hole in the ground.

[video]

[missingoneveryfront]

Welcome, fellow fish. [Yes, he's a warden, and prisoners are usually fish...he's still getting used to being on the right side of the law, don't judge him.]

And welcome, fellow Californian. Sunnydale...that Northern or Southern? Norther Calli over here, little town called Charming.

Name's Opie, by the way.

[video]

[queen_cordelia]

[He gets an eyebrow arch when he calls her a fish. That's...slightly better than being compared to a dog? Or a cow. Maybe.]

Hi, Opie. Seems like a lot of us are from California. Sunnydale was about two hours North of LA. I haven't heard of Charming before. Small town?

[spam]

[punched_hitler]

[The deck is still a pretty nice place to go, especially since Steve's been avoiding his own room for most of the month, now, and Bucky's isn't exactly The Ritz. He doesn't have much time to relax, and he feels bad relaxing during what time he does have, but he's hoping a five-minute breather up on deck isn't going to bring the world crashing to an end.

You never know, around here.

He does spot someone that, after a minute of mental tallying, must be a newcomer - and when he hears her murmuring to herself, that just clinches the deal. He approaches her carefully, making sure she can see him because sneaking up on someone is just rude; he's in uniform, too, but without the helmet, because honestly, there's not really much point in hiding his face around here and he's sure hoping no one's going to take potshots at his head today.]

I think it probably depends on your definition of "a fine mess."

[He smiles a little, because clearly she'd been talking to herself.] Sorry, I didn't really mean to eavesdrop. It sounds like a "Welcome aboard" is in order, though.

[spam]

[queen_cordelia]

[Cordelia hasn't even been to her room yet. She's only been aboard the ship for a few minutes when she hears someone approaching quietly. She turns to look when he speaks and she gives him a small smile back. She takes in the sight of the uniform -- which isn't the least bit familiar to her, but she can't help but notice how good he looks in it. She does have eyes.]

Well, as long as you're not about to force me to wear a shock collar and call me a cow, it beats the last alternate dimension I was in by like, a lot.

[Then again, they'd ended up making her a princess later? It just hadn't lasted for long.]

Thanks. I'm Cordelia.

[video]

[notgonnabeopencasket]

Don't take this the wrong way, but I do feel really sorry for those of you that are picking now as a good time to arrive.

[Say hello to a woman in a leather corset and leaning a heavy crossbow against her shoulder.]

I got here just before everything started, and it's confusing enough for me.

[Video]

[queen_cordelia]

[She arches an eyebrow at that, taking in the sight of her leather and the crossbow. She immediately assumes she's a warden since she has a deadly weapon.]

I'm used to weirdness. [She shrugs a little.] I'll sort through it.

Warden filter

[fridgetothefire]

Here to help, huhn?

Warden filter

[queen_cordelia]

I am. I have a bit of experience with it.

[crossingyouout]

Sunnydale, California? Are you serious?

[queen_cordelia]

Extremely. Why? Have you been there? I mean, before it turned into a giant pit anyway.