[open] It's so hard to find your way, if you have no voice to guide you
Who: Cordelia Chase and OPEN
What: The lady with the sonic scream is not amused.
When: Day 42
Where: Boarding house porch
After she broke two glasses and a dish, it was evident that indoors was not the place for Cordelia today. It wasn't her fault she naturally projected. Whatever psycho place this was shouldn't be penalizing her for that. If she ran into that West guy? They were going to have words. And he was possibly going to have his eardrums blown out. Depended on how charitable she was feeling.
She'd been here over a week at this point and she still couldn't make out whether or not she thought this place was an acceptable alternative to the afterlife, but after roughing it, being chained to another person, and now not being able to speak without breaking glass, she was erring on the side of not. But for the time being, she was dealing. Especially considering she didn't really have anybody to help her find her way out. The Sunnydale crew had suddenly gone very, very quiet over the past day, and well ... Cordelia didn't like being alone. It was a character flaw.
She was currently sitting on the porch of the boarding house, with a legal pad and her journal next to her. She didn't want to break a window -- the woman who ran the place might try and stake her -- but she needed to communicate at a decibel above a whisper. Or at least in theory. She needed to make some friends.
She needed to do it ASAP.
What: The lady with the sonic scream is not amused.
When: Day 42
Where: Boarding house porch
After she broke two glasses and a dish, it was evident that indoors was not the place for Cordelia today. It wasn't her fault she naturally projected. Whatever psycho place this was shouldn't be penalizing her for that. If she ran into that West guy? They were going to have words. And he was possibly going to have his eardrums blown out. Depended on how charitable she was feeling.
She'd been here over a week at this point and she still couldn't make out whether or not she thought this place was an acceptable alternative to the afterlife, but after roughing it, being chained to another person, and now not being able to speak without breaking glass, she was erring on the side of not. But for the time being, she was dealing. Especially considering she didn't really have anybody to help her find her way out. The Sunnydale crew had suddenly gone very, very quiet over the past day, and well ... Cordelia didn't like being alone. It was a character flaw.
She was currently sitting on the porch of the boarding house, with a legal pad and her journal next to her. She didn't want to break a window -- the woman who ran the place might try and stake her -- but she needed to communicate at a decibel above a whisper. Or at least in theory. She needed to make some friends.
She needed to do it ASAP.