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Not long ago, Cordelia had been happy to stay in Pylea for forever, thrilled by her position as the local princess and the many pretty bracelets that her loyal servants (read: very, very powerful local priests of the Covenant of Trombli) kept giving her.

After Wesley, Susan, Loki and Alex had discovered that the Covenant of Trombli appeared to have ties to the evil lawfirm Wolfram & Hart from back home, though? That was another story.

( Not that she wanted to leave, or anything. But it appeared that she had been outvoted. )

[[nfb/nfi/ooc cool, preplayed with

abitlowkey,

inaskinnyway, and

thegodofxbox. continued from here, a few lines taken from angel 2x21 "through the looking glass."]]

Unfortunately, that fight? Hadn't gone so well. Hadn't gone well at all, actually; it had resulted in everyone being tossed in what was either a terribly-maintained basement that so happened to have bars on the door, or, more likely, a dungeon.

However! In what was surely a happy surprise for all, it turned out that the dungeon was not, in fact, meant to be a permanent storage center for the human-shaped prisoners. It might have been a less pleasant surprise, though, that their fate was left in the hands of someone who was purported to have a great deal of influence. Someone savage, someone powerful, someone with a great deal of influence over the way things were done in Pylea. This was the venerable monarch of Pylea, General of the Ravenous Legion, Eater of Their Enemies' Flesh, Prelate of the Sacrificial Blood Rites, and Sovereign Proconsul of Death, and she was prepared to pass sentence on upon them.

Or so the guard said as he announced her, anyway.

Then the doors to the throne room opened and Wesley's jaw dropped as he got a look at the highly bedazzled, bikini-wearing figure on the throne.

"Cordelia?"

There was a pause.

Then Cordelia dismissed the guards. And then she explained.

( Spoilers: She didn't really eat any enemies' flesh. )

[[again i say: nfb/nfi, ooc amazing as usual, adapted from angel 2x20 "over the rainbow" and 2x21 "through the looking glass," and preplayed with my favoritest people in the whole world:

abitlowkey,

inaskinnyway,

brat_inslayage,

thegodofxbox and

life_inshadow. continued from here.]]

There were many things that could be said for Angel's car -- it was a classic, it was a convertible, it drove smoothly enough. But one thing that could never be said for it was that it was able to accomodate seven people with any degree of comfort.

Fortunately, as Wesley (who was squeezed in the front seat between Angel and Lorne) recited from the spellbook and Angel drove forward into the resulting ring of light that it created, the process of transporting themselves from the parking lot of the Paramount Studios film lot to a forest clearing in the middle of Pylea was quick enough.

So quick, in fact, that no one noticed the spellbook flying out of the open top of the car and landing on the pavement.

Oops?

( The Paramount Studios film lot was a portal hot spot. Made a weird kind of sense, right? )

( So they set off toward town... )

[[nfb/nfi, ooc is love. preplayed with the delightful

brat_inslayage, the majestic

life_inshadow, the splendid

inaskinnyway, the spectacular

abitlowkey, and the fantastic

thegodofxbox. plot and occasional lines taken from angel 2x20 "over the rainbow." follows this.]]

So it was possible that Wesley's room was a tad bit untidy today ~~and this was apparently a theme today~~, but this time it wasn't Alex's fault. Or at least, not entirely. Today's mess had something to do with the fact that Wesley was sitting on the floor, with papers strewn everywhere as he researched... a hotel.

Yes, he felt a bit silly about it himself, but it was what Angel had asked him to work on. So.

"A two hundred and forty-year old vampire with a soul with an interest in real estate," he murmured to himself, poring over an ownership deed that Cordelia had faxed over after being unable to make heads or tails of it. "Honestly."

[[open! good god, i haven't roomposted this one in forever, oops.]]

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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce

the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone

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