Muse not amused.

[visionings]

Listen here you... mun person! I don't know what you think you're doing but I am not a toy and you so aren't putting me into any of these games you're thinking about.

There's no Angel in any of them, not even Wes is! So, no. Just stop even thinking it's going to happen, okay? I have things to do... You know, mind numbing visions? Helping Angel?

[There's a slight pause and she thinks for a moment.]

Unless one of these places is offering a closet full of designer clothes and shoes, I'm not budging.

Comments

[peacefulexplorer]

Do you mean angels in the, uh, plural sense? Or just one in particular?

[visionings]

No, he's not an angel, his name is Angel. You couldn't miss him. Big broody vampire with a soul whose favorite color just happens to be black. I mean, c'mon. Vampire liking black, it's a little cliché, don't you think?

[peacefulexplorer]

[Not an angel, noted. A vampire named 'Angel,' which seems like kiiiiiind of a misnomer, but, okay, Daniel's not judging. His knowledge base when it comes to vampires is a tad limited.]

I guess? That's kinda been my experience with them. The, uh, favoring of darker colors.

[Then, just out of curiosity - accompanied with an indicative, circular hand gesture 'round the head - ]

Wouldn't happen to have bleach-blonde hair, would he?

[visionings]

I guess but it wouldn't kill him to toss in some actual colors once in a while.

[Well it wouldn't since he was already dead.]

Ew, no. He's not that much of a lost cause. I think you're thinking of Spike. [She makes a face.] Now he is just mean and generally all around nasty.

[peacefulexplorer]

Right, Spike - [That was his name - wait, mean?] - is um...that's - not really been my experience with him, actually.

[The blood thing was a little gross, but there were books, and polite conversation! That hardly qualifies as 'mean' or 'nasty' in his eyes.]

[spionaz]

Complaining is of little use, I'm afraid. As is asking for divine intervention. Those who pull string will not listen.

[visionings]

Oh I'm not complaining. I'm saying I'm not doing like anything this crazy lady wants. There's a difference.

[spionaz]

Ah. [ She's right. The difference is small, but there. ] Then my apologies.

[visionings]

But I already know she doesn't listen... She seriously thinks I'm gonna go where she wants me to. She must forget who I am.

[spionaz]

Does that make a difference? [ Honest question. ]

[formerlyheadboy]

[Oh, same old Cordelia.]

It's nice to know some things don't really change.

[visionings]

Wes!

[Oh look! She's so excited to see him!]

Where have you been? You have got to talk sense into this lady. She thinks I'm going to go and be in some game. Pft. I don't do anything I don't want and she's just not getting that.

[formerlyheadboy]

[It is good to see her again, and he can't help but smile back.

And then she goes on like that, and he chuckles a little.]

... right, well it's nice to see you, as well. You're looking lovely as always. To answer your question, I have been around, though my mundane is rubbish when it comes to actually letting me out. I haven't spoken to any of the old 'gang' in quite some time, I'm afraid.

And I wasn't able to talk any sense into my, ehm, lady so I doubt I'll be able to talk any sense into yours. Where does she want to send you?

[visionings]

Oh, yeah. It's nice to see you too. You're looking.... Well, you. Which don't get me wrong, it's a good thing.

[She was excited and forgot about those niceties okay?]

I don't know... Some hug and snug city. I honestly wasn't interested enough to remember it's name.

[formerlyheadboy]

Thank... you?

[That's okay, he's mostly used to that when it comes to Cordy. He just hasn't seen her in a while and experienced... all this.]

Hug and snug? Doesn't sound so bad, I suppose.

Fortunately, my mundane hasn't been invested enough in me to consider bringing me to any of these interesting places.

[idolstolemylook]

Wait. You're looking for a place that has Angel?

[visionings]

And what? I'm suppose to look for a place with you?

[idolstolemylook]

Christ, no.

Not that you'd find this me anywhere. Just sayin', your taste in vampires is shite.

[visionings]

Hey, let's not go there, okay? I can bring up some of the wack jobs you've called friends. [Drusilla, she's just saying.] And at least he doesn't look like a reject from the 80s.

[idolstolemylook]

Yeah. A reject from the 90's is so much better.

[fredless]

It's enough to make a girl start to feel like chopped liver, 'cept I know you didn't mean it.


...well that, and depending on the situation? Chopped liver starts to sound awfully good.

[visionings]

Sorry, this crazy lady decided to take me from before we got to meet you, Fred. Really, you know if it was up to me I'd have at least have come from when we meet... Well maybe a little after that.

[watchher]

I wouldn't be so hopeful for the fashion options. More, ah-- horror and torment, typically.

[ So, precisely like home. ]

[visionings]

[Wow, everyone is coming out.]

Well, I can be hopeful. Okay, I know, she's crazy and is actually planning on making my life as difficult as possible. Like I don't have enough to worry about. She's sadistic.

[watchher]

[ He gets lonely in the ridiculous mess that is his life. ]

They all are. Does she have specific plans, at least? It's sometimes preferable to... watching them jump about madly between impulses.

[ Shut up, Giles, memes are great. ]