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