In the moments before her encounter with, as Cordy would say, the glittery phantom, she'd been in Angel's convertible with the whole gang. Plus one! But as soon as they'd gotten ready to leave Plrtz Glrb for the earth dimension, and LA, she found herself alone and compelled to head to the right tunnel.
How that winding path managed to spit her out in Ohio of all places was anyone's guess.
Cordelia Chase was always dressed fabulously but not usually this inappropriately for the occasion. In the hotel lobby stood a tall, brunette woman that looked like a princess from a medieval fantasy. Her outfit read as a cross between royalty and a belly dancer; she wore a precious metal studded bikini top, flowing bottoms, and a tiara. Despite her appearance, when Cordelia spoke she sounded very modern and had a pronounced valley girl tone.
Upon entering the hotel, someone had ushered Cordelia to the front desk where she soon learned about the available room, mobile phone, and $300 stipend. That came as a pleasant surprise, especially with how poorly she was paid back in Los Angeles. Cordy was assuaged... but only so much.
"I'm getting SO tired of portals and weird caves. So tired," she complained loudly to no one in particular. "Of all the ways to screw up a spell home, I end up trapped in Cleveland?"
The seer wasn't prepared for this. She'd had visions of a lot of things and yet she'd been in the dark about being separated from her friends again. Cordelia wasn't sure if they'd ended up in the same place or if she was even in the same reality. The whole slipping through tears in the fabric of reality was getting super, duper played out.
And, as much as she loved her princess attire, Cordy needed some alternative clothes stat.
Cordelia Chase | Angel
In the moments before her encounter with, as Cordy would say, the glittery phantom, she'd been in Angel's convertible with the whole gang. Plus one! But as soon as they'd gotten ready to leave Plrtz Glrb for the earth dimension, and LA, she found herself alone and compelled to head to the right tunnel.
How that winding path managed to spit her out in Ohio of all places was anyone's guess.
Cordelia Chase was always dressed fabulously but not usually this inappropriately for the occasion. In the hotel lobby stood a tall, brunette woman that looked like a princess from a medieval fantasy. Her outfit read as a cross between royalty and a belly dancer; she wore a precious metal studded bikini top, flowing bottoms, and a tiara. Despite her appearance, when Cordelia spoke she sounded very modern and had a pronounced valley girl tone.
Upon entering the hotel, someone had ushered Cordelia to the front desk where she soon learned about the available room, mobile phone, and $300 stipend. That came as a pleasant surprise, especially with how poorly she was paid back in Los Angeles. Cordy was assuaged... but only so much.
"I'm getting SO tired of portals and weird caves. So tired," she complained loudly to no one in particular. "Of all the ways to screw up a spell home, I end up trapped in Cleveland?"
The seer wasn't prepared for this. She'd had visions of a lot of things and yet she'd been in the dark about being separated from her friends again. Cordelia wasn't sure if they'd ended up in the same place or if she was even in the same reality. The whole slipping through tears in the fabric of reality was getting super, duper played out.
And, as much as she loved her princess attire, Cordy needed some alternative clothes stat.