thekeymother
I woke up in some tanning bed. I pushed open the bed and stepped out. Looking down, I realized that I had a pair of black pants and a red sequiny halter top on. "Well that's odd." I mused aloud. I took off my sunglasses and dropped them in a garbage can on my way out. "Hollywood's Salon to the Stars" read the trash can.
I walked outside. The first thing I saw was some naked guy walking his dog. "Whoa. Okay, and I thought tanning with clothes on was weird." Speaking of .. I pulled my the top of my pants down a little. No tan lines. Well that was good. I pushed through the crowd of naked people crowded around a store window. "Excuse me!!" I yelled. Nobody moved or acknowledged me. I started to elbow through and looked at a TV everyone was staring at.
It was an ordinary day in the Hyperion. Wesley was sitting at his desk, researching, Gunn was sitting playing video games, and Cordy and Angel were sitting there eating waffles. For some reason. She got up to get a coffee and that's when I looked away. I blinked and I was getting the coffee.
Angel and Gunn were standing next to each other, arguing about which is the better way to iron shirts; with water or without. Gunn glances up from his video game long enough to notice me. "She's here, don't worry. Damn!" I walked over to look at his video game. Apparently, he just died. Fred walked over to me and gave me that little Western greeting. "Welcome back, Cordy. We all missed ya! Here ya'll go!" She said before she piled some white cloths on me. Then Wes added some to the pile, followed by Gunn, and lastly Angel. "What the hell is going on here?!" I shouted, before they all tumbled to the floor. "Now look what you did, Cordy!"
All of a sudden, the linens turned into milk. "Quick, get on the desk!" Wesley shouts, suddenly holding a cardboard sword. We all followed him and climbed up. Angel reached over the side and started to doggie paddle us towards the main doors. We went through and a spotlight hit us. I blinked and shielded my eyes. "No no no! Cordelia does NOT shield her eyes! Now .. more bazookas and more emotional resonance next time!!" The director shouted. I looked at his chair. Joss Whedon it said. Weird name ..
I felt a hand, then another. I looked down to see Wes, Gunn, Fred, and Angel ripping my shirt, then pants, then shoes, then undies off. "We are not on the streets. We're supposed to be fully clothed." I said helplessly. As they each take things, more people come and suddenly more clothes come and vanish from me. "Please please. Don't!" I watched as an extra took my drivers license. "Can't drive in LA anyway." I muttered, reaching down to cover myself with my hands. There was a spotlight on me and no one else was there.
I walked outside. The first thing I saw was some naked guy walking his dog. "Whoa. Okay, and I thought tanning with clothes on was weird." Speaking of .. I pulled my the top of my pants down a little. No tan lines. Well that was good. I pushed through the crowd of naked people crowded around a store window. "Excuse me!!" I yelled. Nobody moved or acknowledged me. I started to elbow through and looked at a TV everyone was staring at.
It was an ordinary day in the Hyperion. Wesley was sitting at his desk, researching, Gunn was sitting playing video games, and Cordy and Angel were sitting there eating waffles. For some reason. She got up to get a coffee and that's when I looked away. I blinked and I was getting the coffee.
Angel and Gunn were standing next to each other, arguing about which is the better way to iron shirts; with water or without. Gunn glances up from his video game long enough to notice me. "She's here, don't worry. Damn!" I walked over to look at his video game. Apparently, he just died. Fred walked over to me and gave me that little Western greeting. "Welcome back, Cordy. We all missed ya! Here ya'll go!" She said before she piled some white cloths on me. Then Wes added some to the pile, followed by Gunn, and lastly Angel. "What the hell is going on here?!" I shouted, before they all tumbled to the floor. "Now look what you did, Cordy!"
All of a sudden, the linens turned into milk. "Quick, get on the desk!" Wesley shouts, suddenly holding a cardboard sword. We all followed him and climbed up. Angel reached over the side and started to doggie paddle us towards the main doors. We went through and a spotlight hit us. I blinked and shielded my eyes. "No no no! Cordelia does NOT shield her eyes! Now .. more bazookas and more emotional resonance next time!!" The director shouted. I looked at his chair. Joss Whedon it said. Weird name ..
I felt a hand, then another. I looked down to see Wes, Gunn, Fred, and Angel ripping my shirt, then pants, then shoes, then undies off. "We are not on the streets. We're supposed to be fully clothed." I said helplessly. As they each take things, more people come and suddenly more clothes come and vanish from me. "Please please. Don't!" I watched as an extra took my drivers license. "Can't drive in LA anyway." I muttered, reaching down to cover myself with my hands. There was a spotlight on me and no one else was there.