ooc: Since the NY stuff hasn't played out yet, I'm just going to keep her vague about it here. But I wanted to post something today since it's kind of a big anniversary for her to be dealing with.She doesn't need a calendar to tell her what day it is. She's been feeling it approaching for weeks now, like a silent storm. The kick-off to what she ( Read more... )

What keeps you awake at night?
RP-based responseNothing. Drugs are a wonderful, wonderful thing ( Read more... )

I'm not dead.

ETA: Also, I could use a lawyer. Apparently I'm still legally dead. Anyone know how to fix that?

If Cordelia is perfectly honest with herself (which, considering how brutally honest she tends to be with the rest of the world, isn't as much as you'd expect), she's been putting this off. Sure, the doctor told her she shouldn't travel yet, and that she needs lots of rest to make up for all the moving around she did right after her surgery, but ( Read more... )

ooc: Okay, so in trying to figure out the best way for Cordelia to contact people about her not-deadness, this was what I came up with. Letters. Not email, because that's too impresonal. So she's writing lietters to the people that were at her funeral (or at least the ones she knows of after talking to the ones in Boston). I'll probably miss ( Read more... )

After this, which is still ongoing. And I realize now that some of her earlier post-return stuff wasn't all that accurate, given her medical sitatuion. That's my own fault for not researching C-section recovery until now! Bad writer, no cookie!It's Cordelia's second day back in Boston. The first 24 hours had been a whirlwind of activity, from ( Read more... )

Cordelia stayed in Savannah for nearly a week, and while she could have stayed longer, she couldn't put off the inevitable anymore. She had to go home and face the rest of the people in her life. She had to tell them she was still alive, and deal with whatever might come next. It was a difficult decision to make, made harder by Connor, who was ( Read more... )

From hereCordelia has never had much use for Harry Osborn, at least not since he broke Kara's heart, but she can't deny that the man has good taste. First the private jet from Los Angeles and now this beautiful house in Savannah. Hard not to admire. She still doesn't like him, though. She just likes his things ( Read more... )

I'm so sorry, Mrs. Walcott. We tried everything, but she was too weak.Grief was like a giant wave, crashing over her until there was nothing left but darkness and silence. Maybe she blacked out, she couldn't be sure. Her mind was in a fog when she opened her eyes again, barely aware at first of who she was, let alone where, or what had happened ( Read more... )

"Pregnancy is so boring," Cordelia sighs as she turns the page of a magazine. The last few weeks have been harder on her than she'd expected, and she hasn't been able to do much more than sit around and read. And since she's never been the book-reading type, aside from the occasional trashy romance, that means lots and lots of magazines. Finished ( Read more... )