( event | closed ) soap opera bitches!

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Who: Slayer, The [ rulebreaks ] and Queen C [ tact ]
Where: Soap Opera TV Set. Really random room.
When: July 1.
Rating: G. But very dramatically bad.
Summary: Buffy and Cordelia end up on a soap. Someone's marrying someone's father's brother's sister's daughter's cousin's son. Or something like that.
The Story: This is new leaf time. While Cordelia has her guard raised around Buffy, for Buffy is Buffy, an important person in her life and in Angel's, and someone she hasn't quite seen in years, she figures it's best to put past grudges aside and try and make amends. Or something like that. She's not quite sure what she means by this, except for the fact that Cordelia Chase is lonely.

They're in a room in the mansion, one that Cordelia had figured would be nice for them to merely sit down and just … be adults. Reconnect. Talk. Avoid the sensitive subjects. Whatever.

But it appears Wonderland has other plans for the both of them.

It takes a few minutes to hit Cordelia after she enters the room, this desire to be utterly dramatic, to press a hand against her forehead, to accuse Buffy of the things she would already accuse her of if there was anything to accuse. But she smothers that down, if only for a moment.

But, Cordelia turns dramatically. "It sucks being here without him."

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"I guess it would be too much to ask for, them giving you actually useful visions. I know with my dreams, it's... cryptic. At best." She makes a face and chews on her lip, feeling as akin to Cordelia as she'd ever felt in that moment. Which wasn't overly, but it was still something they hadn't had before. "At its most like, optimistic, wishfulthinkingest best."

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"The visions are like getting flashes of images and sounds and scents and thoughts. It never makes sense. Like speaking another language? Sometimes I can piece them together like a really great puzzle, and sometimes ... It'd be much better if it was a clearer, sharp image, rather than distorted and in chunks." Maybe Buffy will get it. Cordelia had forgotten Buffy had her own channel to the Powers That Be, and while it was one that was possibly less painful than Cordelia's connection, she hadn't really had much of a chance to bond with someone over it. No one really understood what it was like to be pummeled with these images and thoughts and all of these things that hit all of her senses at once and try to make a coherent and cohesive story out of it within seconds of hitting the floor.

"It makes putting it all together a lot smoother." It also means people are saved within a shorter, more succinct time-frame.

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She nodded easily; it was definitely something she could commiserate with.

"Or it doesn't fall into place until like, way too late. And by then what's even the point of all that cryptic... stuff." With a sigh, Buffy rested her head on one hand. "At least you don't have to deal with the First Slayer. She's like, the opposite of a Pantene commercial. And she's obviously never heard of a toothbrush."

Now they were getting somewhere, she thought. This was the real meaty stuff. "Not that she talks much anyway."

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"I take it she just smiles a lot?" Cordelia allows herself to smile. While she's glad she doesn't have to deal with someone who is basically to blame for the mess one finds themselves in, she kind of wishes that things were less painful on her end. Or were. Past tense is awfully hard to get used to.

"I can tell you right now, the Powers need to tone it down with the bright lights. Makes it difficult to see the nasty stuff that's right under their noses." Like a rogue agent, perhaps? She speaks of it as though she were speaking of the weather. Those urges to be dramatic are gone, temporarily or permanently, Cordelia's not even thinking about that at the moment.

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"She's not really the smiling type..." Buffy, too, had completely forgotten their assignment. But even if she had remembered, she wouldn't have cared.

She frowned, trying to process that. "Bright lights?" This was a particular thing they did not share, and she couldn't wrap her head around its meaning.