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green_empathy (green_empathy) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-01-07 15:04:00

Entry tags:

!@event, !open, cordelia chase, lorne

WHO: Lorne and OPEN
WHEN: Right now.
WHERE: Steps of the library.
WHAT: A green demon in a loud suit. If that doesn't call attention ... Arrival.
Status: Incomplete.
Ratings: Possibly no higher than PG-13.

Lorne knew from strange. He lived in L.A. after all and had sat through Mariah Carey in Glitter, highly disappointed but somehow already forseen it when she had sung in an award show previous to the movie's release. He really did know from strange. But grabbing onto a bottle to feed Connor and ending up in a library .... Now, that. That was a little strange even for him. Not to mention uncomfortable. Lorne wasn't a big fan of portals that came from or threw people into libraries. Not since what had happened to Fred. He thanked the gods and goddesses, that little Angel hadn't been in his arms, because-Lorne thought as he looked at the bottle in his fists-that would have caused a big Angel-sized crisis like no other. As it was, Lorne was suspecting that Fred was currently putting together the pieces and realizing that his sudden disappearance was not intentional. Give the fact that he'd been feeding Connor while he ended up in some weird library that didn't even have titles on all of it's books, Angel was probably considering decapitation of Gerber Bottle's CEOs. As much as Lorne loved his Angel-Cakes, and as flattered as he was by what he knew would be well meaning over-protection ... he wouldn't deny that Angel was a bit .... slow at times. Just a little bit.

Because there was strange and there were crazy theories. Gerber being filled with demons was definitely one of them. Sighing, Lorne hoped that Cordelia killed that idea quicker than she did most.

Lorne heard the clunk, clunk movement before he saw it and managed to duck low and peer through the books to see of all things, knights making their way toward him. Actual men in suits of armor. He looked at the bottle with a raised brow and a skeptical expression. Maybe there had been something in the milk.

He attempted quickly to try pulling at a few of the books to see if they would send him back or something but he was stopped when a hand was clamped onto his shoulder. "Hey, there big fella, that kind of hands on contact isn't something that happens until at least the fourth date. What kind of demon do you think I am?" They didn't even turn to look at him or pause in their dragging him away from the books. "Can't we talk about this? How about - Watch how you're handling the suit!" Lorne snapped as they continued their march and then just chucked him out.

Lifting himself up, he muttered, "Of all the .." As he brushed off the wrinkles and the dirt. Nothing hurt but his pride.

When he looked up what he saw took Lorne's breath away. He had seen quite a few possible end of the world scenarios but this one certainly took the cake. Icing and all.

Lorne slowly raised what was in his hand up toward his mouth and then blinked when he quickly realized that what was his hand was the bottle. Not at all what he needed. And boy did he need it right about now.

He closed his eyes as wave after wave of pain hit him. Fear, anger, terror, and so many strong and suffocating emotions. He had to sit, stumble, onto the steps before he passed out.

What he wouldn't give for a sea breeze.

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thisismyofframp
2011-01-07 09:15 pm UTC (link)

Sometimes - actually, most of the time - Cordelia's visions were all about gloom and doom, death and destruction. Once in a while, however, the PTB decided to send her a message that wasn't terrible but was simply that: a message. Now figuring out what that message might mean was another story entirely but, every so often, she would either just know what they were getting at or would figure it out in less time than it took Angel to go from almost-passingly-normal to Mr. Broody McBrooderson.

This was not one of those times.

The vision had showed up that morning just as she was getting out of the shower. Nothing more than a few flashes of green and red, the unmistakable sound of one of the Orbs of Death firing up their gun, and then nothing. Not a scream, shout, grunt, not even the sight of ashes fluttering artistically toward the ground. Just nothingness.

It scared her. It unsettled her. It confused the hell out of her. Red and green made her think of Christmas and yet she doubted the PTB were warning her about the start of an invasion that was already several weeks under way. However try as she might, through both breakfast and lunch and all of the time in between, she couldn't figure out what they were trying to say. All she knew was that she had to figure it out or someone was going to wind up dead.

Finally, just as she was debating if she wanted to stay in for the night or risk her life yet again trying to help locals who rarely even bothered to thank her for saving them, it hit her. She didn't know anything in the city that was red and green and she couldn't think of anyone present that would be associated with those colors. She did, however, know someone from home who was green, with a touch of red, and who would be wholly out of his element if he showed up in the middle of the chaos currently plaguing the city.

In short, Lorne was coming to Colligo. She was certain of it. And without wasting another second, Cordelia snagged one of the specialized guns from the lobby then ran toward the library as though Rodeo Drive was having a Everything Must Go sale in every single store and she was the last to hear about it. Considering how much Cordelia enjoyed shopping, and really enjoyed shopping at nice places during sales, it's fairly safe to say she made it to the library in what probably was record time.

"So," she greeted him as she drew closer, making sure to keep her voice down so as not to attract the attention of the Toclafane if it could be helped, "I'd probably have some completely witty quip for you right now because, well, I'm me after all, but considering this place makes Pylea seem like a cozy little romantic getaway spot, I vote we skip it for now and focus really hard on staying alive instead." Having reached the bottom of the steps, Cordelia flashed him one of her trademark 'thousand watt smiles' before tacking on almost giddily, "Though it is so great to see you!"

Because it was. Obviously. And Cordelia would giggle and squee and be way dorkier than she would ever want to admit, but only after she'd made sure Lorne got to safety.

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green_empathy
2011-01-09 01:53 am UTC (link)

Lorne looked up slowly, blinking red, slightly hazed eyes at her. He looked blankly only for a few seconds before her words sunk in and her smile brightened his view, not to mention his mood. Lorne found himself smiling back only to frown. It was great, great, great to see a familiar face. Someone who knew who he was and someone who could, would, help him out. However, the fact of it being a familiar face was what troubled him. Seeing the familiar face meant that the familiar face was here, in this strange place. And while all the terror and the pain was like a punch to the gut and then an elbow to the back of the head, Lorne was sure that he wasn't delusional. Cordelia was here. In this dangerous place. That did not make Lorne a happy camper. Or rather, it made him an unhappier camper.

"Cordelia, don't get me wrong. Not that you aren't always a pleasure to see. A great presence to have with that sparkling with that you're sparing for time, brilliant smile, and fabulous -" Lorne managed to lean forward slightly, "When did you change your hair?" No. No time for that. She was right. He stood slowly to his feet and focused. "Not that it isn't great to see you but what are you doing here?" He also managed to keep his voice low. "And while where at it with the questions: What am I doing here for that matter? What on Earth is causing enough pain and destruction to make me feel like I was hit by a mac truck that was kind enough to double back? And ... really. What happened to your hair? Not that I don't love it but that isn't how you left the hotel." In fact, none of what she was wearing was how she left the hotel.

Something was more than a bit fishy in Denmark. Lorne was pretty sure that if Cordelia had been sucked into another dimension, again, one of the rest of the gang would have given him that very urgent call.

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thisismyofframp
2011-01-10 04:21 pm UTC (link)

For a second, Cordelia had a horrible, gut-wrenching worry that he was telling her something was wrong with her hair. Then she realized he'd asked when she changed it before asking what had happened to it, which meant there probably wasn't anything wrong with it but rather that Lorne was from a different point in time than she was from. Which made sense. Most everybody showed up from different points in time, it seemed, in this place.

Still smiling, because it was great to have Lorne there even if he was confused and scared and probably pretty ticked off at the state of, well, everything at the moment, Cordelia opened her mouth with the intent of doing her best to explain. However, before she could speak, another voice rang out. A soft, lilting, childlike voice that sent chills down her spine and made the grip on her weapon tighten until her knuckles were white.

"Oh! It's somebody new! We do so love playing with new people! Would you like to play with us?"

Spinning quickly on her heel, Cordelia took aim and fired the Tesla she held at the quickly approaching Toclafane. It began to vibrate violently, sparks shooting in every direction, before falling to the ground in a smouldering heap. Cordelia stared down at it passively. "I'm going with 'no'," she said flatly before glancing back to Lorne.

"Let's get going. Once you drop one of those things, you only have a few seconds before four more show up to investigate." She paused and offered Lorne as reassuring of a smile as she could manage. "Don't worry, I'll explain everything. And by everything, I mean I'll tell you what I know and leave you with ten times the questions you had to start with. But first, let's get to safety because I just got my life back. I'd really rather not lose it to a bunch of ticked off future humans with the emotional maturity of a preschooler and more weaponry than a Death Star."

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