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Who: Cordelia, Open
Where: Wolfram & Hart, Cordelia's new office
When: A few hours after the first meeting
What: Trying to get a handle on everything and figure out her place
Status: Complete
Cordelia paced around the empty office, just as she had for the past hour. If nothing else, at least she was getting some exercise out of it, since she'd made no other progress. All her thoughts went in circles.
She didn't know her place here. Back when it was just the gang at the hotel, everyone had a place because no one really did. For the most part, they all did research, they all dealt with the paperwork, and they all fought when they had to. They had a completely weird but somehow comfortable system of dealing with the problems that either popped up when she had a vision or a client came to them. But now...Wesley was the head of the research department, Fred was in her element with the science, Gunn had gotten his brain upgraded to be Super Lawyer, apparently even Lorne had found his place in the entertainment division, and Angel was, as always, in charge of everything. They even had someone to get him his coffee. Not that she would accept that as her job at this point, since everyone else had been promoted, and she was not about to work alongside Harmony.
So what was her purpose? Waiting on divine help? Seemed like a pretty lame thing to get paid for. She could probably help Wes with the research if he needed it, but he had a whole team of people to do that now. Maybe she could help Lorne with the entertainment thing, except her dream of acting had died the instant she'd become part-demon to stay and help Angel. That world held only a fraction of the interest it used to.
Cordy laid down on top of her empty desk and stared at the ceiling. Her computer was supposed to be delivered in a few hours, but for now her desk, along with the rest of her "office," was bare. She'd have to get a couch if she wanted to spend hours staring at the ceiling.
Then there was The Angel Situation. Not knowing his stance on everything was hard, but it was even harder to control herself from just letting it all spill out. These past few days were the first time since she'd realized how she felt about him that she was in full control of both her mind and her body. She'd been trapped for so long, either on the higher plane, or locked out of her memories, or stuck riding shotgun in her own head, that it was a struggle not to act on all the impulses she'd had during that time. And doing that...she might regret that.
She lifted her head and dropped it back down on the hard desk to knock herself out of that train of thought. There were about half a million more important things to worry about. Like the end of the world. Which brought her back around to what she was supposed to be doing and what her purpose was.
"I don't know what to do," she admitted to the ceiling.
Where: Wolfram & Hart, Cordelia's new office
When: A few hours after the first meeting
What: Trying to get a handle on everything and figure out her place
Status: Complete
Cordelia paced around the empty office, just as she had for the past hour. If nothing else, at least she was getting some exercise out of it, since she'd made no other progress. All her thoughts went in circles.
She didn't know her place here. Back when it was just the gang at the hotel, everyone had a place because no one really did. For the most part, they all did research, they all dealt with the paperwork, and they all fought when they had to. They had a completely weird but somehow comfortable system of dealing with the problems that either popped up when she had a vision or a client came to them. But now...Wesley was the head of the research department, Fred was in her element with the science, Gunn had gotten his brain upgraded to be Super Lawyer, apparently even Lorne had found his place in the entertainment division, and Angel was, as always, in charge of everything. They even had someone to get him his coffee. Not that she would accept that as her job at this point, since everyone else had been promoted, and she was not about to work alongside Harmony.
So what was her purpose? Waiting on divine help? Seemed like a pretty lame thing to get paid for. She could probably help Wes with the research if he needed it, but he had a whole team of people to do that now. Maybe she could help Lorne with the entertainment thing, except her dream of acting had died the instant she'd become part-demon to stay and help Angel. That world held only a fraction of the interest it used to.
Cordy laid down on top of her empty desk and stared at the ceiling. Her computer was supposed to be delivered in a few hours, but for now her desk, along with the rest of her "office," was bare. She'd have to get a couch if she wanted to spend hours staring at the ceiling.
Then there was The Angel Situation. Not knowing his stance on everything was hard, but it was even harder to control herself from just letting it all spill out. These past few days were the first time since she'd realized how she felt about him that she was in full control of both her mind and her body. She'd been trapped for so long, either on the higher plane, or locked out of her memories, or stuck riding shotgun in her own head, that it was a struggle not to act on all the impulses she'd had during that time. And doing that...she might regret that.
She lifted her head and dropped it back down on the hard desk to knock herself out of that train of thought. There were about half a million more important things to worry about. Like the end of the world. Which brought her back around to what she was supposed to be doing and what her purpose was.
"I don't know what to do," she admitted to the ceiling.