| OOC: Availability, again! |
[27 Jul 2006|10:50am] |
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Okay, so you remember when I was like "yeah, I'll be busy in the evenings, but I'll be playing at work!"?
Ha. I'm funny. Or delusional. One of the two. Not sure as of yet.
The problem is, while I am writing this, I am actually being harrassed at work. It's been ridiculously busy and I'm averaging checking my friends list once every 2 days, which sucks bigtime.
Soooo, Cordy is being shy & kinda hiding for another week & a half or so. I will still play in the daytime if I'm able, but I honestly don't know if that will be plausible at all.
I miss you all, though!
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| Room #219, late Saturday evening. |
[15 Jul 2006|10:23pm] |
Cordelia smirked as she logged out of the school's chat room and went over to her cabinet where she stashes her booze. And now she wished she had one of those little whiteboards, and not just her laptop to type into. Oh well.
And as she passed by her mirror, she gave herself a quick glance. Yup, she looked good. Not that she cared. Because it's just Zack. But a girl should always look her best.
[[Locked to Zack.]]
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| Room #219, Friday late morning |
[30 Jun 2006|10:02am] |
Of course you can never manage to get haunted when you really want to be. Cordelia had been trying to lure Doyle out for the past 2 hours, wandering around her room, suddenly grateful that she no longer had a roommate, though she did miss borrowing Quinn's clothes.
She'd tried not doing anything at all, reading, calling for Doyle, begging for Doyle, crying, eating ice cream, napping, screaming, and frustrated exhaustion. None of it seemed to work.
So she moved on to what could be a bad idea, something she didn't know that well: magic.
( Read more... )
With that, Cordelia leaned in to kiss the ghost of Doyle, honestly and sincerely. She stumbled forward when her lips didn't connect with anything, and Doyle was gone.
[[OOC: doors open if'n anyone wants to pop by!]]
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| Room #219, Wednesday noon |
[28 Jun 2006|09:45am] |
Cordelia had been trying to ignore it. But Doyle had been vanishing and reappearing around her for more than two days now. He had stared at her in First Aid when she tried to do her classwork. He had stood in a corner and watched as she made faces with Nadia and D'anna in Scoobying.
Now the pleasure of seeing Doyle again had gone, and Cordelia wanted to know why he was here and what she was supposed to do about.
She's standing in the middle of her room, facing Doyle as he looks blankly back at her.
( Well? )
As her voice hit the highest register in that sentence, Doyle vanished. Cordelia collapsed on her bed, sobbing.
[[OOC: SP while at work, but open. Again, Cordy's been screaming, so you may have heard if you're nearby.]]
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| Room #219, early Monday morning |
[26 Jun 2006|11:06am] |
Cordelia woke up with a start, and sat up quickly in bed. She had the feeling that something was wrong, but didn't know what it was.
She looked around the room but found it was still too dark to see anything, despite the sun steadily rising outside. She stood up and opened the blinds.
Standing at the window, Cordelia turned and looked around the room. Sitting in an armchair in the far corner, was a shape, still cloaked in shadow.
( Hello? )
[[OOC: open but SP as I'm at work; anyone around room 219 at this time may have heard Cordy yelling.]]
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| Room #219; Wednesday noonish |
[21 Jun 2006|09:41am] |
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Cordelia was sitting at her desk, laptop open. She had found that these summer workshops didn't really involve any homework, and while that was generally a good thing, it left her with nothing much to do.
So she was researching demons, naturally. Old habits die hard.
Cordy is engrossed in her research, trying to find anything about demons in Fandom, and the history of the city.
The door is propped open.
[[Open to all; SP while I'm at work!]]
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| OOC |
[15 May 2006|05:33pm] |
Okay, lame. I may be slightly absent for a bit, due to an illness that I didn't realize was as serious as it is (not like, life-threatening serious...just me being seriously annoyed serious).
Hopefully I will be around as much as possible, but I honestly don't know how I'll be feeling.
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| OOC |
[10 May 2006|03:01pm] |
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*shifty eyes*
Hey there. Okay, so I kind of suck & was only slightly absent again, since my return. I'll be better, I promise. I really did miss you all.
And now I don't have a roomie! As awesome as Quinn is, I think Cordy will like this. And it will improve her love life. Hopefully.
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| Room #219, evening. |
[17 Apr 2006|10:59pm] |
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Cordelia managed to find her way back to her room after leaving the common room.
She had found herself at Xander and Bridge's feet, courtesy of an unwelcome inter-dimensional portal earlier that evening.
Her head hurt and she felt like crying and she didn't really know why. Probably because she hadn't actually planned on returning to Fandom. Everything was good in LA. Okay, filled with danger and demon slaying, but it was comfortable. Here everything was still mostly unfamiliar and that still scared Cordy.
With a sigh, she changed and got into bed. She wouldn't let herself worry about what she was going to do about school, yet.
She was relatively sure that Fandom would still be here in the morning.
[[OOC: I'm back! Not open to interaction as I'm off to bed, but it's good to be back :D]]
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| Room #219 and beyond, Friday afternoon. |
[17 Mar 2006|01:57pm] |
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Cordelia sits on the edge of her bed, biting her nails. It's not a habit that she's ever really had before, and it disgusts her. She stands up and paces. She returns to her bed and flops onto it.
Angel getting sick hit her harder than she could have ever imagined. She misses LA, she misses her Angel there, and she hates to admit it, but she misses Wesley. And Doyle, but there was nothing to be done about that.
And because Cordy's never had the best coping mechanisms, she's shut herself up in her room since Angel's recovery. She couldn't even bring herself to go see him. And let's not even get started on Midsummer Night's Dream. She had avoided rehearsals and meetings with Rory and Dream for the past week. The play was tonight, and she'd just been completely avoiding the subject.
She sighs and reaches for the phone and starts to dial. Part way through the number, she hangs up. Deep breath, dial again.
( Angel Investigations, we help the helpless. )
After she hangs up, Cordelia turns towards her computer to send a few emails.
TO: Professor Dream, Rory Gilmore
FROM: Cordelia Chase
SUBJECT: Apology
( BODY: )
TO: Angel
FROM: Cordelia Chase
SUBJECT: Leaving town.
( BODY: )
Cordelia closes her laptop and quickly packs a few things. She touches the fabric of the sweater that Lee had given her, and found herself holding back tears. She slips the sweater over her shoulders and folds it close around her.
She is almost out the door when she thinks to write a note for her roommate.
( Quinn, )
With that, Cordy closes the door behind her and heads out of the school and down into the town to make her way to the mainland so she could book her flight back home.
( OOC! )
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| Jumping on the availability bandwagon |
[13 Mar 2006|01:57pm] |
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Work has decided to kick my ass, and I have laryngitis. Long story short (because honestly, I just wrote a novel here, and then deleted it), I am so wiped, and only a little concerned about when I'll get my voice back because people have been telling me that when they had laryngitis they didn't have a voice for a couple of WEEKS.
So, the play is coming up, and I feel like the biggest loser ever because I'm not really able to be around much at all. I am still checking my email regularly, so that's definitely the best way to contact me. But to my fellow directors, I am SO sorry about being such a flake. I'm dying over here :/
All that said, my availability will probably be really spotty for the next week or two. *Cries*
I'm so sorry about this, you have no idea :////
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| Second floor hallway, Sunday Morning |
[05 Mar 2006|11:32am] |
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After Cordy listened to the previous day's podcast of last night's radio, she started to get worried. She waited in her room for awhile, thinking the situation over. Not coming to any conclusion, she decided to go visit Angel in the clinic and see if he was in any state to talk about this, and what was wrong.
She had just locked the door to Room 219 and was headed towards the staircase when that increasingly familiar flash of light hit behind her eyes. She stumbled into the wall as the pain hit her head.
First she saw Angel, lying in a clinic bed. Another flash of light, and she saw...Veronica Mars.
"What?" Cordy yelled to the hallway, as another sharp pain landed her on her knees, her head bashing into the wall.
Back to Angel, unmoving, looking amazingly pale, even for him. Then Veronica again. And stairs. A set of stairs that Cordelia had never seen before, and a sign pointing to...the East Attic.
Two more flashes: one of pain, one of bright light, and Cordy is lying on the floor in the hallway with a goose-egg on her head and tears slipping out of her eyes.
She laid there for a minute, unable to stand quite yet.
[[OOC: open for some brief interaction (slow-played), before Cordy takes off to find V]]
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| Friday Morning, Room 219 |
[03 Mar 2006|04:13pm] |
Fridays are good days. Cordy doesn't have classes on Fridays.
She was relaxing on her bed, reading a magazine, when the vision hit.
Darla, smiling. Angel was standing across from her in a room that she didn't recognize. They are fairly close, and they are talking. Cordy can't make out what they're saying, but she feels uncomfortable. Back on her bed, she flails her arms out unconsciously, trying to back away from the situation. She yelps, trying to warn Angel, but he obviously can't hear her.
The vision fades and Cordy is left with the usual headache. She takes a moment to lay on her bed, sweating with pain, before reaching for her phone and calling Angel.
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| Early Monday Morning, Room 219. |
[27 Feb 2006|01:03pm] |
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Cordelia had been virtually dreamless this past week, making her assignment for Magical Theory pretty pointless. Especially since Wednesday, Cordy had been finding it difficult to sleep.
Sunday night, however, she had managed to relax enough to fall asleep at a decent time and had a ( dream )
Cordelia woke up with a start, sweating. She reached down to her right leg and rubbed it, because it was throbbing.
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| Room #219, late Wednesday evening-ish. |
[22 Feb 2006|11:51pm] |
After leaving the second floor common room, Cordelia goes down the hall to room 219, and pulls the door closed behind her.
Apparently, Cordelia now speaks with a British accent. She has two theories as to how this could have happened. One, the pizza that Marty brought in had something funky going on. Rory ate some, and she could take off her limbs. But it seemed like other people ate it without anything happening to them. The other theory was that she and Rory had been cursed by someone who was angry about being cast in the play when they didn't audition.
But cursing someone with a British accent seemed a little odd. Only slightly.
Cordelia takes off her sweater, fighting back a grin. It was kind of funny, randomly being given an accent. And Rory's limb-removal didn't appear to cause her any pain. Also, Bridge and Krycek kissed! All is well!
She is happily remembering the boykissy, when a sudden jolt of pain sears through her head. Cordelia cries out and stumbles, as the image of a young girl in an alley flashes before her eyes. She drops to the floor as she notices a group of...men? monsters? it's too dark to tell... surround the girl. Cordelia's hands fly to her head as one of the attackers raises an arm to the girl. Cordelia screams in pain as her vision is filled with a bright light.
Just as suddenly as it started, it's over. Cordelia is sprawled on the floor, panting and sweating.
"What the hell was that?" Cordelia asks no one in particular, once she's found enough strength to make it into a sitting position.
She rummages in a drawer of her bedside table for some aspirin, vaguely annoyed that her thoughts were sounding British in her head.
[[OOC: Not really open for interaction, as I'm going to bed in a minute, but feel free to say you heard her screaming or what have you.]]
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| Room 219, Late Saturday Evening. |
[18 Feb 2006|11:08pm] |
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Valentine's Day was finally over. Thank goodness. Magical Theory on Monday had been only slightly traumatizing for Cordelia. Not quite enough for her to seek vengeance on Ms. Calendar, but she had been sufficiently mollified enough to do a good job at hiding out for the week. And possibly never looking at Xander ever again not that that's possible at all, omg.
She had stayed in her room during the Valentine's Dance and had come to the conclusion that she either needs to buy a TV or learn to start reading more. Not that she doesn't read at all already, but magazines are over so quickly.
Cordelia picks up a pad of paper and decides to make a list of things to do.
First on the list is buy a TV and a stand for it.
Second, actually a check a book out of the library. Or see if Rory anyone around Fandom High is a big reader and will recommend some books to her.
Third is to actually get a copy of the script for the play. It would help to know the material.
Fourth, which she had decided on after hearing the radio, is to go to Caritas at some point and talk to Lorne.
Lorne knew her in his dimension, but she didn't know him. And Giles had reacted oddly to seeing her in town. She could ask Giles about it, but it just seemed easier to ask someone she didn't really know. So Lorne it was. Cordelia was intent on finding out just what had unnerved Giles so much, as well as any additional information about her future that she could get her hands on.
Although, she supposes it's not really her future if it's now in the past.
Missing 6 years of your life was kind of weird.
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| Room 219, After 6th Period |
[14 Feb 2006|03:55pm] |
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Valentine's Day. Bah.
Cordelia is in her room trying not to think about it. Normally she wouldn't put too much stock into it, but getting wasted and kissing Xander the other night? Well, yeah. Sure it was part of a rousing game of Spin the Bottle, but still.
Magical Theory yesterday hadn't helped any, either.
Not that she was emo, but she thought she might puke if she saw another delivery headed down the hallway. Because some people are way too schmoopy.
And she's not bitter at all, nope.
[[open to all!]]
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| OOC - Availability |
[31 Jan 2006|05:03pm] |
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So with my sickness + my first day back to work after 2.5 days off, I'm swimming in work here. My availability will probably be a little spotty for the rest of the week, but I will do my best to get caught up in everything.
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| Room 219 - Late Saturday |
[28 Jan 2006|11:44pm] |
Cordelia had started out the day asking Angel to let her come along for a fight. The answer, for those curious, was no.
But she ended up with a fight anyway.
After the announcement regarding the arrival of the snow monsters, Cordy headed first to the second floor common room, then decided to head down to the gym, to offer the second floor common room as sanctuary. While there, she found a crossbow in a pile of weapons and headed off to the roof. The crossbow didn't do much except piss off the snow monsters. She threw boiling oil and coffee down on the monsters, too.
On the roof, Cordy managed to get splashed with freezing water a few times, and then one of those pesky snow aliens sent an arc of ice up to the roof, which caused Cordy to trip and scrape her knee up pretty good.
She headed down to the gym and got patched up by Zhaan. After she had been warmed up and her knee cleaned and bandaged, she headed off to the victory party to congratulate her fellow rooftop defenders. She learned that Logan's house was destroyed, and had a waffle.
Cordelia had either been planning on ignoring Logan or yelling at him, but decided on neither, which was actually a little odd for her. But it made sense, and she harbored no hard feelings. So it was a peace waffle.
She quietly slipped out of the common room after chatting for a bit and went down to her room, glad to be warm again as she wrapped her blankets around her.
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| Room 219 - Early Friday Evening |
[27 Jan 2006|05:05pm] |
With the power out, this put a slight damper on Cordelia and Logan's plans for dinner at the new cafe in town.
She left Logan a voicemail and picked up a magazine, hoping that she'd hear from him soon.
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