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Winifred 'Fred' Burkle (scientific_fred) wrote in pandemansion,
@ 2008-04-02 22:42:00

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Sméagol, arriving, complete, winifred "fred" burkle

April 4th; Arrival of Fred
Who?: Fred and Sméagol
What?: Arrival of Fred
When?: Early Afternoon
Where?: The Foyer
Rating?: PG
Status?: Complete.

Fred let out a frustrated groan and let her head fall to the desk heavily. A pause. “Ow…” she moaned, lifting her head back up to rub her now sore forehead. That had done nothing to help with her situation at all except give her a potential headache. Just great. She let out a rather pathetic sigh before turning her gaze back down to the paperwork in front of her.

Right now, though, the last thing she wanted to think about was paperwork that needed to get filled out to please the higher-ups. Fred had gotten so close to returning Spike back to his corporal form, or at least, she was certain she had.

Now, though, she was back to square one, and Angel had said to focus on her normal work once again now that Spike was out of immediate danger of being dragged down to Hell. It still bothered her, though. But in a strange uncaring yet faithfully loyal that was almost cruel but practical and thoughtful way that only Angel could be, he was right. And it annoyed her down to the core.

Swiping up her pen once more with a frustrated sigh, she jotted down a few radical numbers before finally dotting it finished. “Done and doner!” she announced to the empty room.

Fred stood, tossing the paper back into its manila folder, as she crossed toward the lab. She was checking one of the many experiments that they were in the middle of when she felt it – a strange dizzying pull that threatened to throw her off her feet. She gasped, her eyes sliding shut automatically at the vertigo, and reached out a hand toward the counter to steady herself only to realize a second too late that it wasn’t there.

She stumbled forward a few steps before falling to her knees onto porcelain floor. A wave of foreboding washed over just as the eerie sound of overtly happy and calm elevator music permeated her senses a second before she finally worked up the courage to open her eyes. She was suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of déjà vu.

“Oh no…”

It was not because of the sight – for she had never seen anything quite like this place before – or the sound – really, who listened to elevator music anymore nowadays? – but the dizzy feeling, the pull, and the appearance in a different place completely unlike her own before. It took her back to the event nine years ago when she had—

Please don’t let this be Pylea, she thought, her face shining with uncontained horror.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” she muttered clumsily getting back to her feet and pushing her glasses back up her face.

This was not good.

She looked around the large expanse of a room, as she unconsciously took a step away from the fountain in the center. First things first – she needed to find someway to defend her self. Why oh why did she not carry weapons around with her? Or better question – why had Angel (or Wesley or Gunn) never seen it fit to teach her how to fight with weapons!?

She was going to kick their ass next time she saw them. If she saw them again.

“Don’t think that way, Fred,” she scolded herself as she inched through the room, eyes darting back and forth. She needed to find a weapon of some sort and fast.

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pandenpc
2008-04-07 03:21 pm UTC (link)

Sméagol thought he'd done something that pleased the new master when she laughed. So Sméagol grinned, waiting on her to speak or do something once again. As her eyes widened, his did as well. Oh no, what had he done? "Sméagol did not mean to upset the young master. Oh no, never meant to upset her so." He bowed his head slightly, worry dancing across his features.

Glancing back up at her with the worried look still upon his face, his head tilted to the side. As she told him it was a hard to explain, Sméagol's worried look melted into one of confusion. "It is in the past then? Sméagol does not understand why then the young master brings it up, if it is in the past." Sméagol would never understand Men, and their reasoning. They thought on things too much.

Shaking his head he looked at the key, only understanding her words not the writing on the key. "Sméagol knows the way!" He replied happily, nodding his head vigorously, and started scrambling towards the steps. Once he mounted them, he paused looking back over his shoulder at her. "Come on then, Sméagol will show the young master the way to her room." He waved a hand at her, beckoning her to follow him. "Hurry, hurry." He grinned before he turned and bounded up the stairs that would lead to the second floor.

He paused, chest rising and falling quickly, as he reached the top of the stairs. Looking left and then right he thought for a moment. "Oh no, Precious. What did the Elf prince say again, Precious?" He murmured to himself, closing his eyes and thumping his hand lightly against his head. A look of recognition crossed his features again as he recalled which way the rooms were, and he turned to watch her with bright eyes. He knew the way properly now, and he would do as he'd been told. For if he didn't he wouldn't get his fishes, or his rabbits. And he liked his fishes and rabbits. Sméagol purred softly at the thought of a full belly, and shifted a little in place as he waited on the young master.

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scientific_fred
2008-04-11 02:48 am UTC (link)

“Oh, no, no, no, no!” Fred exclaimed, her eyes widened, waving her hands frantically in front of her. Sméagol hadn’t said anything to offend her at all! She grinned uncertainly down at him, attempting to ease his worries. “You didn’t upset me! You didn’t upset me at all! I was just thinking of the elf prince that you mentioned. He sounds very… important,” she finished lamely, giggling nervously.

She hadn’t meant to worry the little guy!

Fred blinked and tilted her head to one side as she considered Sméagol’s words. A strange little ironic smile played her lips as she thought about it. “You’re right. I’m not sure why I bring it up either.” She paused for a moment, sobering slightly. “To remind myself of how I got to where I am, I guess.”

Then she was grinning again as the little man-creature took off up the stairs. She couldn’t help the small laughter that escaped her lips as she rushed up the stairs after him as he hurried her along. The mansion didn’t seem so terrifying now that this little man was helping her along. It may somehow still have a connection to Pylea, but she was not a naturally suspicious person. It was just not her style to assume the worse.

Even in the worse type of people, there was good. Angel was proof of that.

She looked behind her toward the foyer as she neared the top of the stairs. The hall had such an elegant look to it. Suddenly, the idea of an ‘elf prince’ hanging around did not seem so shocking. This type of setting was perfect a prince to come galloping by on a white stead. She smiled at that thought. Save for the fountain…

Her eyes lingered on the fountain as she stared at it from above. She could not place her finger on it, but there was something odd about that fountain. She stared at it curiously, her gaze hard and focusing, as she tried to figure it out. Was it the shape? Had she seen it before? No, that was not it…

Sméagol’s voice caught her attention once more, and she turned back around to ascend the rest of the stairs. She looked both ways down the halls with an open expression of awe on her face.

“This place seems endless,” she said, looking toward another staircase leading even further up and down both hallways that seemed to go on forever.

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pandenpc
2008-04-11 05:50 pm UTC (link)

Sméagol nodded his head, "The young master is right. The Elf prince is very important, and very nice to us." His head kept nodding, "The Elf prince has promised us fishes, and rabbits until our hearts content." Sméagol swayed in place a little bit, a look of pure bliss upon his features.

Sméagol still did not understand Men's reasonings. Things happened, it was the way of life. Then again his own thoughts had been muddled by the Precious, and usually the Precious was all he could think on. Now, however, his thoughts were somewhat cleared of the Precious. Even though he mentioned its name every so often.

Bright eyes watched Fred as she came up the stairs, and he bounced around. His eyes followed her gaze and he nodded, "Master is right, the place shifts and adds rooms as people arrive." He started down the right hallway, "This way!" He glanced over his shoulder back at her, looking around until he found the numbers that matched her key. He paused in front of the door, settling back. "Here's young master's room! Everything else is marked on the map for the master." He nodded his head happily once again, thinking about the praise he'd receive for this job well done.

"There is the Elf prince, and two men who are in charge here. Their names are a little brighter on the map, or so Sméagol thinks." He gave her a toothy smile, and moved back a little bit so she could open her door if she so wished. "They've told us that if a master has a problem to seek them out. There is a room that holds vast amounts of food, some of it cooked for the Men of this place." He made a face, shuddering a little bit. "They ruins the food by cooking it." Shaking his head he looked back up at Fred, "Is there anything else that Sméagol can do for the master?"

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scientific_fred
2008-04-13 03:52 pm UTC (link)

Fred followed Sméagol half-curious and half-eager to see what she would find. She stopped in front of a door quite like the other hundred or so that decorated the hall. There seemed almost nothing special about it from the outside. She wondered why this one was hers when it appeared that there were hundreds of other empty rooms waiting to be claimed according to the map.

There was definitely something else at work here.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she studied the map. Smeagol spoke the truth – three names in particular seemed almost brighter or bolder than any of the other names on the list. She would have to seek them out soon to ask them a question or two about this place soon. After she got her bearings straight, that was.

She smiled slightly down at the man-creature before shaking her head. “No, I think you got everything, Sméagol. Thank you very much.”

She stuck the key into the lock, turned it, and with one last wave and grin to Sméagol, stepped inside. Now to get to work on trying to figure this whole thing out.

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